I know it’s not as simple as all of that. I know that there are nuances to the transformation; distinctions spurred by current events, gradations brought about by fear. Yet, when I read what’s happening at the Claremont Colleges in Southern California, where African-American students are boldly asking for POC-only spaces and POC-only housing, I can’t help but wonder exactly what they see is different from the manner that they’re acting and the way whites discriminated against blacks in the past. Continue reading
“Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.”
I had talked myself into thinking that writing this was unnecessary and that Trump just might be mellowing and trying to put together some sort of cohesive campaign here during these last few months; still crazy but quieter and less volatile. I prayed that his devotees would mellow also. Then, I read about two Muslims shot in the head after Saturday prayer and I realize that my initial thought is still the same; as much as Trump is a problem, he’s not the biggest problem. That distinction falls on his followers. So now I’m right back where the bleep I started, wanting to ask Republicans a simple question. What’s the plan? Continue reading
The question hung out there becoming one of those inadvertently spontaneous queries you blurt out and in retrospect immediately wish you could take back. That’s because people today just don’t understand; especially during these times. You talk about food is one thing. You add heaven to the mix and they might start thinking you’re some sort of terrorist martyr chasing a celestial epicurean reward.
Being posed between two friends made it no less strange. We were talking about childhood foods, our mother’s recipes that were missing in our present day, very-much-grown-up adult lives. Things, both sweet and savory. Things like my Aunt May’s chocolate fudge cake with an icing vaguely suggestive of coffee. That’s what it was. It all took me back to my mom’s kitchen while she made chitlins. Continue reading
Question: Do the recent happenings across the globe and in America, as well as the 2016 presidential campaign, leave you feeling troubled, with a sense of impending doom?
These days it’s as if we’re all in some sort of novella; something akin to Koontz or King that tells the tale of the world’s gradual, yet undeniable, unraveling. Mankind is the McGuffin, or rather a safe world that all mankind can reside harmoniously in, is the McGuffin. Our mutual survival is the endgame of the story being written right now. Continue reading
Programming Centurions and those they serve: A telling statement about the indoctrination of America
When something is enjoyable, it’s fairly easy that the same something could quickly become a national pastime. From there and over time, it’d also be easy for that something to insinuate itself into the people’s consciousness especially if folks really find it enjoyable.
It’d be funny and something we’d laugh at, especially if it aired on a “Family Guy” episode-you know we love that sh*t-if not for the underlying serious, current and lethal component of authenticity. Yet, the recent hands up and prone shooting of behavior therapist Charles Kinsey was yet another example of excessive force against African-Americans and a very significant one.
In what is becoming typical fashion, we see how the mechanisms of denial have begun to do their work. The incident, despite the short-lived outrage, will be dutifully and unceremoniously forgotten. We see it happening already. Soon all that will be left is the concern of friends and family worried about his recuperation. In this case, they’re buoyed by the fact that Kinsey survived with only a gunshot wound to the leg. Maybe that’s why we’ve made no connection to the obvious. Continue reading