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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

I AM A RACIST?


S. Hullen in a comment on my last post called me a racist.

Racist?

I went to Hullen's profile to pay a courtesy call to her/his blog.  

There is none.  So I will have to reply on my own.

"I have a huge, HUGE problem with the things you're saying here."




Though you disagree with me and call me names, I do not have a problem with you.  I am merely saddened.



"First of all, no matter how much it offends you, black people are NOT proving their critics right or hurting their own cause by burning a flag 

which represents, to them, the system that released a man who murdered an eighteen-year-old, a system that protects white men and persecutes minorities. 

And no, they aren't mocking any sacrifice of their own people, either, as they can attest to more than any white person can. 

They weren't the ones who burned down their own church or other businesses. Those were looters and rioters, some affiliated with the KKK."

Odd, I saw no KKK hoods in the Ferguson coverage.  

The KKK did, indeed, bomb churches and killed Black, Jewish, and White Civil Rights advocates in the 60's.

My mother's People live in the world's largest concentration camp: the Rosebud Reservation.

No barb wire is needed just hundreds of miles of harsh desert.

Again, I am not offended by those burning the flag -- 

just saddened that they are acting out in rage against the flag which stands for the justice that sooner or later will visit those bigots in Ferguson.

Were you on that Grand Jury?  I was not.  I can suspect foul play, but I cannot prove it. 

The young man's parents can sue the policeman for denying their son his civil rights which will go to a Federal Court not a local one.

It is far from a perfect solution but O.J. finally received justice in the murdering of his wife in a similar fashion.



"THEY are not infected with any illness, except the wariness of having their children shot for crossing paths with the police. 

THEY are not robbing, and it is sickening that you would blame people who are peacefully protesting 

(yes, peacefully, why don't you look it up on Twitter or Facebook) for what some jerks are doing."

I know many are peacefully protesting.  The young man's father is pleading for calm.  It seems a small minority.

As a child, I was spat on, beat up, rousted by white policemen, denied access to the public swimming pool, or local Boy Scouts --

No dirty Indians allowed you see.

It hurt both physically and emotionally.  

My Lakota mother urged me not to let their hate infect me, for she assured me it was a disease.

I bought gas at a station whose sign read: NO DOGS, NO SPICS, NO INDIANS.


On the streets of New Orleans after Katrina, I lived in fear of the few remaining policemen who acted out their own rage and fear, beating and shooting some of us.  Was it fair?


No.  And it took YEARS for them to be prosecuted.  But in Putin's Russia nothing would have been thought of it.

I do not get my news from FB or Twitter whose reliability is questionable at times.  

I get my news from THE WASHINGTON POST which can hardly be called a conservative paper.



"You should be ashamed for appropriating Martin Luther King's words."

I did not know I have to be of the same race as the man whose words I quote, only of the same mind-set and have the courtesy of quoting him correctly.



 "It doesn't matter if he experienced worse. 



"They are experiencing their children getting shot in the street with no justice and that seems pretty damn protest-worthy to me. 

You please think about how you know nothing about what these people are suffering through. Neither do I, to tell the truth, but at least I realize that."

I did not say it was NOT protest-worthy. I even gave an example of WASHING the flag instead of BURNING IT.

I did not say that their suffering was not grievous. 

 I have lived long years of being the brunt of prejudice, and I have tried to honor my mother by living out her wisdom of not giving in to hate.


"You are part of the system that tells black people they should stay quiet 

and wait for white people to acknowledge their rights because any protest (unlike throwing tea into the ocean to protest taxes, I guess) is violence."

I advocate fighting a larger adversary intelligently and in a manner that does not aid your opponents ... 

and has a chance of obtaining lasting results as did Rev. King's struggle and ultimate sacrifice.


Crying Indian

 "You are a racist, Roland."


That I disagree with senseless violence and advocate fighting bigotry with the laws already in place makes me a racist?

I think it makes me someone who does not want any more black mothers crying over slain sons or daughters.

It makes me someone who wants to see the black citizens of Ferguson to tap their outrage 

to unite to fight injustice in ways that preach nonviolence and stress fighting smart.

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

WE LIE TO OURSELVES


 When you prove your critics right with your violent behavior, 


you help them and hurt your own cause ...


When you burn the flag for which millions of black people have fought and died, 

you mock their sacrifice.  

If you feel the Ferguson Grand Jury dirtied the concept of American equal justice under the law ...


You WASH the flag.  You do not BURN it.  

You aid the cause of those who say you are filled with nothing but hatred and rage.


When you rob a liquor store, you ARE NOT PROTESTING ...


YOU ARE LOOTING.





When you revel in the burning of property belonging to someone else 

merely because you are angry and they are white, you are saying that prejudice is right.

You have allowed yourself to become infected with the same sickness that you decry in the police.


Breaking into and stealing from a beauty supply shop is NOT PROTESTING.  

It is ROBBERY done shabbily under the guise of civil rights protesting.


BUT THEY FORCED US TO DO THIS!


Really?

People can take from you everything but your choice of how to respond to their actions.  

You are not shaming your critics by the nobility of your actions and words as Martin Luther King did.

You are supporting their case AGAINST you.


When you burn down your neighborhood to protest how it is being treated, 

YOU ARE HELPING THOSE WHO OPPRESS YOU.



MARTIN LUTHER KING endured much worse than you in Ferguson are experiencing.  

His nonviolent protest enabled the Civil Rights Act to be passed into legislation. 

Your hate, violence, and open looting under the false guise of Civil Rights Protesting cheapens his sacrifice.


Please think about living his dream with 
bravery, compassion, and nobility.

Monday, November 24, 2014

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Compassion born of Hurt
 
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DON'T GET TOO ATTACHED TO THE WORLD AS IT IS_Alex's OH, HOW I MISS YOU BLOGHOP



Jerry Weintraub in his fascinating memoir: 
When I Stop Talking, You'll Know I'm Dead 
wrote:

“Do not get attatched to the world as it is. Because the world is changing something new is always coming.” 

He also wrote:
 “Relationships are the only things that matter in business and  in life.” 


 {Jerry's Twain-like tales

from Elvis to Sinatra to Lead Zeplin to Bush to JFK

to his strange love for his 2nd wife, the singer, Jane Morgan,

kept me alert these past 3 days over 900 miles in blinding rain.}

I was concerned about David Walston of Blah, Blah, Blah Yackity Smack

 But his two month long absence from blogdom was explained by his post that his house was hit by lightning and his electronic devices were all fried.


My very first follower besides personal friends was VR Barkowski
 {Her Halloween Selfie}

But she came back and my blog world was back as it should be.

Terry Stonecrop disappeared four years ago. 

Her personal blog address has been given to someone else. 

Now, only the blog of her detective hero remains.

She and I used to exchange comments and friendly banter.  But she has disappeared.  

The world is so violent. I worry.

As for which bloggers I would miss?  

Simple.  

ALL OF YOU

You are my cyber-family.  

TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES!!!

Sunday, November 23, 2014

THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM

 

It is the calm after the storm ...

I drove all last night through some of the scariest, most terrible weather I can remember ...

This morning's sky is sparkling and fresh, 

gleaming from the torrential rains which rocked my blood courier van from one side of the interstate to the other.

Once I wrote of THE CALM BEFORE THE STORM 

(from ADRIFT IN THE TIME STREAM) --


 
Samuel McCord is alone. 

Meilori is off selecting her gown for the night's festivities, the Ball of Love and Madness.  

It is to celebrate the DEMETER entering the legendary Devil's Triangle.

Samuel is admiring the molten, sleepy head of the dawn peeking up over the horizon. 


Dr. Stewart, the ship's doctor, approaches him.


Footsteps to my left. I turned. Dr. Stewart. He looked gutted.

“Maija,” he said and explained everything.

“What about her?”

“I - I thought we had become --”

“Maija is like the sea. You never know all about her.”

“I was an old fool.”

“Lot of that going around.”

“Lady Meilori is her sister. I thought you would have some idea of how -- I mean -- just what I might have done to offend Maija.”

“How do you know you offended her?”

“She told me not to come to tonight’s Ball.”

“I’ll be damned.”

“What?”

“She actually does care for you, doctor.”

“I don’t understand.”

“Things are set to get awfully ugly tonight at that Ball.”

“Maija knows this?”

“She’s part of it, doctor.”

He paled. “I knew she had a dark past.”

“Her present’s rather black, too.”

He looked anguished off into the horizon. “I sensed that. Good Lord, how can I be attracted to such a woman?”

“People are never one thing, doctor. There are always several faces behind the mask they show you.”

I reached out and squeezed his shoulder. “One of those faces cares, truly cares, for you. Just be glad it exists -- and that whatever you two share is real.”

He swallowed hard. “But if something criminal is being planned for that Ball, I should be there.”

I shook my head. “No. Let Maija have the knowledge that she saved you, and that in your heart she is still someone worthy of being loved.”

He smiled as if that heart were breaking. “You are not the typical policeman. You are a romantic.”

I put my gloved forefinger to my lips. “Shhh. You’ll ruin my reputation.”

He straightened as if a heavy weight had been lifted from his shoulders. “You’ll be there, won’t you?”

“Yes. I’ll stand in for you.”

He nodded and walked away. Soft footsteps behind me. I turned. Maija. She looked at me intensely for long moments.

“Thank you.”

“De nada.”

“This changes nothing between us. You will still be destroyed by the end of this evening, and I will play my part in it. Play it most wholeheartedly.”

“I would expect nothing less from a future empress.”

She looked hot into my eyes. “Fool! You will hold back against me for my silly attachment to the good-hearted doctor, will you not?”

“I imagine so.”

“It will be your undoing.”

“Probably will.”

“Then why do it?”

I shrugged. “Don’t know any other way to be.”

She studied me. 


“I shall feel the emptier tonight after what must be done is accomplished. Yours is a face I shall miss, strong without the cruelty of toughness, kind without the bruise of weakness. When I have rid the world of that face, I shall have deservedly earned the hatred of my sister -- and of myself.”
         

“Then don’t do it.”

She bled a smile. “I know of no other way to be.”
***
Below is the evocative STANDING THE STORM by the piano genius of William Joseph. 


Endure the darkness at the beginning, and you will reap the light and beauty of the tune -- much like what happens when you find the courage to "stand the storm."

 Reading my post to the music adds to the enjoyment I think.

Saturday, November 22, 2014

I AM 179 YEARS OLD THIS MONTH


Ghost of Samuel Clemens here.

Who am I you ask?  

Why you under-educated rascals, I'm the writer Mark Twain.  I shouldn't get so aggrieved I guess.

My books are like water.  Those of the great geniuses are wine. Fortunately everybody drinks water.

I shouldn't take on airs either I reckon.  I should learn from the vegetable kingdom 

where cauliflower is nothing but cabbage with a college education.

I am 179 years old this month. 

 It is the time of life when you arrive at a new and awful dignity; 

when you may throw aside the decent reserves which have oppressed you for a lifetime and stand unafraid and unabashed upon your ghostly summit and look down and teach—unrebuked.

I achieved my earthly seventy years in the usual way: 

by sticking strictly to a scheme of life which would kill anybody else.

The moral?  

We can’t reach old age by another man’s road.

I hear much talk about the end of the world.  

Children, if Doomsday does come, you want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later.

Now, I have been called a pessimist (and nearly everything else you can conjure).  

The man who is a pessimist before 48 knows too much; if he is an optimist after it, he knows too little.

Can you believe it?  

My estate still pays this danged government taxes.  You know the difference between a taxidermist and a tax collector? 

The taxidermist takes only your skin.

Of course, you shouldn't get mad at the government.  

The government is made of men.  

And what a sorrowful creature is Man.  But then, what can you expect?  Man is but a creature made at the end of the week's work when God was tired.

Oh, so some of you would want to have a bit of writerly wisdom?  Here is something to chew on:


You can't depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.

As for how to reach the pinnacle of fine prose ... like with old age your path must be your own. 

Don't follow in anyone's footsteps.  You'll only wind up tripping over your own feet. 

Even if you "succeed," you will only be a copy.  Aim to be a first class you.

Thursday, November 20, 2014

YOUR MIND CAN'T HANDLE THE MOON

AND OTHER ODDITIES:




DOES THE MOON GO ON A DIET AS IT CLIMBS THE SKY?

 Some have speculated that there is some effect that causes the atmosphere to act like a magnifying glass making the moon look bigger.

It turns out that any distortion caused by the atmosphere would actually make the moon look a little smaller.

 Most scientists agree that the reason the moon looks bigger is purely in our minds.

Our mind interprets the things we see in interesting ways.

For instance, if you look at any door frame you can see that it is rectangular.

But if you were to sketch the outline of the door frame from the angle that you are looking at it, most likely you would sketch a trapezoid.

Your mind adjusts the door so that you perceive it as a rectangle from whatever angle you look at it. That theory is called shape constancy.


THE MASCOT OF NANO HAS BEEN LIBELED!

Lemmings do not commit mass suicide.  

That idea likely started in 1908,

when a man named Arthur Mee inexplicably decided that “mass suicide”

was the most likely answer for lemming population changes and published it in his book The Children’s Encyclopedia—

because if there’s one thing children are, it’s stupid,

and if there’s one thing they’re probably never going to do, it’s fact-check an encyclopedia. right?

 This wacky mistake would have just faded into obscurity

if it weren’t for the 1958 Disney documentary White Wilderness, in which they managed to capture lemming suicide on film for the first time.

The filmmakers manually ran a pack of lemmings off of a cliff

to make for a good movie and edited the footage to make it match up with the behaviors lemmings are supposed to exhibit

The staged suicide turned out to be a critical success, as the movie went on to win the Academy Award for Best Documentary Feature.

ON THE AVERAGE, YOUR MIND WANDERS 30% OF THE TIME

For your peace of mind, hopefully your 30% occurred while you were reading of the lemmings.


CROW JIHAD

Crows hold grudges for life and carry out Jihads from one generation to the next.

Even if you haven’t been keeping your eye on crows,

you should know that they’ve been keeping an eye on you, and they have already memorized your face.

Crows have the ability to distinguish between people, knowing which ones are benign and which ones deserve to be dive-bombed

John M. Marzluff, a wildlife biologist at the University of Washington,

conducted a test in which he captured and tagged seven crows, all while wearing a rubber mask, to see how good the birds were at facial recognition.

After he released all seven,

the crows maintained a healthy grudge against the face that had captured them . . . for more than two years.

Over the two-year vendetta,

crows that weren’t even present (or alive yet) for the original capture started attacking the mask wearer as well.

That means the crows could communicate with one another about who exactly deserved to be punished.

 It’s not just vengeance that crows choose to pass on to their young;

they’re just as good at memorizing and teaching each other how to exploit human behavior as well.

Even if you don’t know the exact day your garbage man comes to collect your trash, you can be sure that the crows in your neighborhood do.


ON THE AVERAGE, IT TAKES 66 DAYS TO CREATE A HABIT

People with high levels of testosterone get pleasure from the anger of others.

Read more at: http://www.learning-mind.com/20-interesting-facts-you-didnt-know-about-human-behavior/
PEOPLE WITH HIGH LEVELS OF TESTOSTERONE GET PLEASURE FROM THE ANGER OF OTHERS.


PEOPLE WITH LOW SELF-ESTEEM TEND TO HUMILATE OTHERS.


HUMANS CANNOT MULTI-TASK:

In fact, people can only attend to one cognitive task every time.


WE CAN ONLY REMEMBER 3 OR 4 THINGS AT A TIME FOR ONLY 20 SECONDS

The interesting thing about phone numbers is that they are more than 3 or 4 numbers long.

So they are hard to remember for more than 20 seconds.

To solve that problem we break up the ten-digit phone number into three groups with 3 or 4 numbers each.


WE CAN'T RESIST NOTICING DANGER, FOOD, AND SEX:

Psychologists tell us we have three brains.

The new brain is your logical, reasoning brain.

The mid brain is the part of the brain that processes emotions,

and the “old brain” is the part of the brain that is most interested in your survival.

Your "old brain's" job is to examine your environment and answer these questions:

Can I eat it?

Can I have sex with it?

Will it kill me?

That is actually all that the old brain cares about: food, sex or danger.  So the picture of that doughnut is really calling out to you!


Wednesday, November 19, 2014

IS LIFE ABSURD?


"Good works do not make a person good.  A good person simply does them."
- Wolf Howl



“A fire broke out backstage in a theatre. The clown came out to warn the public; they thought it was a joke and applauded.

He repeated it; the acclaim was even greater.

I think that's just how the world will come to an end: to general applause from wits who believe it's a joke.”
― Søren Kierkegaard


Our base desires seem to hoodwink our higher-reasoning selves and drive us mad with one unmet expectation after another.

Modern life has made things worse,

deepening our cravings and at the same time heightening our delusions of importance as individuals.

Not only are we rabid in our unsustainable demands for gourmet living, eternal youth, fame and a hundred varieties of sex,

but we have been encouraged –

by a post-1970s "rights" culture that has created a zero-tolerance sensitivity

to any perceived inequality, slight or grievance –

into believing that to want something is to deserve it.

Universities has watered-down the term happiness to "Selective Well Being." 

But lifeless jargon does not enpower us to live fully each moment.

Happiness is elusive. 

If you have it, you are unaware of it.  And once you are aware of it, it evaporates.

Think back on a moment in your past when you were happy. 

You were unaware of how precious that happiness was.  Ironically, you probably felt you were unhappy.

Now, you would give almost anything to go back and enjoy the happiness of which you were unaware.

So upon reaching a certain maturity, we realize that there are many forms of happiness. 

I wonder if any two people who feel themselves happy are experiencing the same phenomenon. 

As we live in an age so the age lives in us. 

And this is the age of the glamor of potential.

Sadly, as soon as we get the things we wanted, we no longer want them ... that is the "glamor of potential."

It is an eternal loop of frustrating desire

by which the things we have are devalued by the things we want next.

One way out of such a loop is the one found by the Stoics, Sarte, and the ancient Greeks:

a detached grasp of the futility of things which leads to accepting responsibility for your actions.

Not a favored view in the 21st Century. 

This is the age of the committee, herd instinct, team playing. 

Understanding comes from solitude, but solitude in the Digital Age is a mirage, isn't it?

What do you think?


Tuesday, November 18, 2014

ANGEL OF VERDUN, ANGEL OF KOBANE


Remember Emily Blunt as the Angel of Verdun in EDGE OF TOMORROW?



Reality has now followed cinema and become myth:

Meet the Angel of Kobane -


 It's late August and Swedish journalist Carl Drott is in Kobane. 

He watches a ceremony marking the creation of a new home unit of Kurdish fighters. 

They will serve inside Kobane to keep order and support the army and local police. 


Among the new soldiers is a young woman. 

She tells Drott that her father was killed by the Islamic State

She left law school to come fight. 

He takes a picture of her surrounded by other fighters, some female.




The woman catches someone else’s attention, too. 

Their camera focuses on her and she smiles and holds up her left hand to make a V-for-victory sign.

The photo goes to a blog that supports the Kurds and then to Twitter.

ISIS tweets a photo of the severed head of a female, claiming they have killed her.

Newspapers dub her the "Angel of Kobane," and claim she is not dead and has killed more than 100 ISIS terrorists. 

No more pictures of her have surfaced, but do they have to?

Does she have to have killed so many terrorists?

Is it not enough that she volunteered to defend Kobani and risk her life?


WHAT DO YOU THINK?



AND BECAUSE I WANTED TO: