The white guy said:
“They’ve used race to divide this country.”
Where can I start with how wrong this is.
No, they have not used race to divide this country; this country IS divided by race.
Race is THE ISSUE that is a constant in this country.
OMG. The only people “spreading hate and anger” are the white people who DO NOT want to DEAL with, or ADMIT the facts!
For all those white people moaning about this crap – oh we have a black president, black attorney general, and, hey, next up? a black person on a dollar bill they’ve been prevented from taking home in their own pockets time and time again by white people who don’t hire black people, or talk to them, or see them as anything other than janitors or thugs! – I say:
Hey white folks: When’s the last time you hired a black person? (oh, sorry, you’re probably not a business owner.) Hey white folks, when’s the last time you actually watched a movie or read a book about black folks, or read an article written by a black person? Do you remember that pic of Michelle with the fro and the rifle???? Who made that one?
Hello. It IS still the 60s, and too many people are still actually stuck in the 50s!
Re: the shirt in Australia’s Woolworth’s: Aussie flag in the upper corner, with the slogan: “If You Don’t Love It, Leave.”
Imagine some pig of a person saying that to you in the context of a relationship, perhaps one in which they beat you, or just generally don’t do right by you, and they say “What? You don’t like it? LEAVE.”
Clearly not someone who can be worked with. And clearly, someone to leave.
But Australia? America? A Country???
It’s. A COUNTRY.
It’s made up of People, and Laws, and all that; It’s a Work in Progress, a place for many people to collaborate on solutions, not a tyranny of one.
So, if you don’t like it, maybe you try to Change it, maybe make it – oh, what? – BETTER?
Also: What if it’s ‘your’ Country? The one you were born in?
A: Where would/should you go?
B: Picture this slogan on a shirt or car during, say, the late 1930s.
In Germany. “Hey, you don’t like it? Leave!”
Come to think of it, that is kind of the mentality they had, and criticism did come to a whisper, especially once they got all those dissenters and Commies and Jews out of the way.
Listening to BBC World Service this eve, talking about google glass: how it is being worked up to read various facial expressions/emotions, like happy, sad, angry, etc…
As one speaker said, eventually this facial recognition stuff is “gonna do a better job of identifying my emotions than [a person/you] will.”
You want to know how I’m feeling? How about if you just ASK ME!!!!
It’s called Communication!
15 minutes to pack.
15 minutes to
take what you can
carry in a suitcase,
wear on your back.
10 minutes til the bombs drop.
Say goodbye to your house,
grab who’s nearby –
What do you grab from the
rooms of your life, and
where do you to run to?
The mouth of the sea?
Nobody wants you,
and now you’re surrounded
and barbed wire
and sneering leering
and the cold sweat of fear
and your loved ones uncovered
in the street
holding your hands.
You got 10 minutes
before we drop the bomb
that will forever shatter your world –
piles of rubble and bodies and
blood where once there were groves –
Better Get it TOGETHER.
Hurry Up and pack for oblivion
Hurry Up and pack for the stars
Hurry Up and pack for death
Or you’ll be dead sooner
than you think.
– or did the telephone ring –
– or did I miss that text message –
The Time Has Come –
Your turn to LOS!
And make it snappy!
We don’t have all day!
15 minutes to
Pack what you can carry;
In 10 minutes
We drop the bomb.
My Judaism taught me to remember
the oppressed and the marginalized,
to stand with them,
to hold hands with them –
for once we were oppressed,
once we were marginalized,
once we were slaves,
once we had to wander
without a home…
My Judaism taught me to consider
all sides of an issue, to weigh all facts
perspectives and permutations,
to learn as much as possible and to
think critically about everything.
My Judaism taught me to question.
My Judaism taught me to struggle
with the truth, with god even,
to struggle to understand
what is right and
what is wrong.
My Judaism taught me
the irreplaceable value of
the written word.
My Judaism proved to me that
the oppressors control the story,
and unless you can
scribble away in buried journals,
onto slips of paper left behind in the cracks,
thrown from the slits between the bars,
hidden in the pockets of discarded clothing,
your story will never be heard,
your story will never be known.
My Judaism taught me that
it is MY JOB to speak for
those who can’t speak for themselves;
it is MY JOB to speak out against
it is MY JOB to Heal the World.
My Judaism taught me that
the world doesn’t care,
only people do.