The Moor and his tragic beloved. Othello and Desdemona from William Shakespeare’s, Othello.
I guess I’m what they would’ve called back then, “free-willed”; the same as some other unfortunate souls. Had I been born two centuries ago, I’d probably have had all my skin whipped off of me, been hobbled, that sort of thing. Every chance that I got, I’d be trying to bust off of the plantation.
I guess it’s for that reason that I get so angry when I read about African-American interactions with the police. I find myself ticked off because in more cases than I feel cool about, I’m falling on the side of law enforcement and that just vexes all hell out of me. Continue reading
A couple of things are going on in the wake of the NFL/Ray Rice controversy, least of all the decision-making process leading up to the indefinite suspension of the player. As I watch news broadcasts repeatedly running footage of “the punch”, I’m asking myself when is enough, enough. How much reporting and reviewing of a couple of minutes of salacious footage do we need to see to get the gist of what occurred?
Adding insult to injury, newsreels are abuzz with discussions on other athletes who beat their wives; as if this is a new phenomenon. And now, Adrian Peterson is being indicted for spanking his son with a switch. Maybe it’s me but I’m of a mind that if we continue down this path, the public will begin to see the primary face of domestic violence as being a black one. Continue reading
There exists in America today, a cultural oxymoron, i.e. the war on terror.
More than two words, it’s nevertheless an oxymoron because of the two words used, one, war, is presented in a manner of phrasing to signify its benevolent intent of defeating the evil other-the good war will defeat the bad terror-but in reality they both are the same. Let’s face it, war IS terror because war is terrible. War is heartache; war is persecution; war is starvation; war is destruction and war is wrong. These days though we wield war as if it’s some mythical, benign sword of Gideon or somebody, destined to defeat the evil whatever, wherever it is and at whatever cost. As we move forward in history and with this new global threat emerging, cost for me becomes the operative word. Continue reading