This was posted on facebook by Blair Underwood and he asked us to share.
The thing about this photo is an example of the only attitude people should have about other people.
I know I post conflicting stuff. But that is what is out there, and that is what each of us has to process on his own.
You cannot tell by looking at this photo of a child what might be her racial, genetic, cultural, or national identity. Only that she is beautiful and very very cute. Her face probably has universal appeal.
So where do all our prejudices and misconceptions start to muck up the picture? Education and the media are obviously not saying the right things. Things like what this photo shows us, besides a pretty face.
I know there is a larger hue and cry about discrimination of any kind. There are web sites that actually have to say, “Hey. There are still nice guys in the world.” There are waaay too many (in my female opinion) websites supporting feminism, a particular thorn in my side. And there is the subject of race, and/or skin color, a subject I apparently look at differently than the rest of the world. (See upcoming story about giraffes.)
I am old. I am also a grand daughter of immigrants. I also belong to a group of people with a physical characteristic that has been the butt of jokes, teasing, bullying and other forms of discriminatory behavior. I have put up with this since I first realized it was going on when I was four. I, for some genetically informed sense of self-worth, have always attributed that to envy.
I am a person who has seen, actually, not photographs of, but actual water fountains that have signs saying, “Colored only”. How many people do you think are left that can give witness to that? So, I feel like I know the lay of the land. This has always gone on. Packs of animals or a mother of a single animal, ostracize or often kill, or in some way reject one born out of the norm. Recent news stories show that humans also do this.
The thing that is different, besides there being massively greater numbers of humans to report on, is tolerance. There is none. And the lack of tolerance is more malignant than the discrimination. Somebody somewhere is suing because they believe their daughter did not make the cheer leading squad because she has brown hair and there are already too many brown hairs and not enough blondes. Don’t worry about the redheads. There is always the “token” redhead.
If something doesn’t go according to plan, for instance you get shot and maimed during a robbery attempt, the first reaction is to sue. They should have posted they do not welcome robbers. They should have posted they were armed against intruders. To carry it to a ridiculous point, I am suing because my line of work, robbing, thieving, stealing, etc. is my only legitimate way to support myself because of my abusive childhood, etc. and no one will allow me to freely practice my chosen trade.
When there were fewer people, maybe it was easier to tolerate differences. But I think that the practice of intolerance grows and reaps so many benefits, successful lawsuits, special accommodation, free telephones, etc., that it is epidemic. People see and hear of the results of the positive reactions to intolerance that they look for personal flags to carry. You are doing that just because I am this.
I have unsubscribed from four news services feeds on facebook this week because I can’t let anything roll by without putting my two cents in and it was getting the best of me. But I have commented over and over, “Why do you need this bandwagon to follow behind you and support you?” “Why can you not just be proud of yourself and what you have accomplished, (despite the fact that you are tall or short or skinny or fat, or feminine or masculine, or spotted or striped) and realize that you did such a good job because you could and you wanted to and you made yourself or let yourself do it?” That it doesn’t matter whether the black or yellow or red or pink people gave you encouragement. You did a fine job. You did the very best you could. Stop looking for someone to blame. Stop looking for excuses for your shortfalls. Then you won’t even notice whether no other purple person is allowed to do that because they are purple. Because all the purple people are busy doing their very best. For themselves.
Photo attribution: galleryhip.com
Fiddling, dawdling, wasting time, procrastinating. Can’t do it. Even when I am trying to do any of those things I am being bombarded by images and words that set my mind on fire. I picture those little fibers on the endings of my nerves getting ready to fire across that little void to accelerate a thought through my mind and body and I wonder why they are not all burning up and shriveling and crumbling to ash. How can I think at all? It is like the worst construction caused traffic jam on Route 45 that you could ever imagine topped by the dude on the motor cycle weaving through and giving everyone the finger. Where is my gun?
From facebook and the comments therein concerning a recent court case, I segued into You Tube and Jon Stewart, who, if you ran his shows at random and continuously, you would notice a very confused person with a huge heart and a swirling mind that is making a lot of money and not really knowing why. It’s not because he is funny.
So then there was the clip of his first show after the twin tower attacks and, as labeled, it is hard to watch.
I am tired of the absolute polar opposite opinions concerning this Florida trial surrounding a young man’s death. There is no voice of reason anywhere. It is really not much different than throwing the Christians to the lions. Perhaps the lions didn’t eat that guy because God gave him a special protection blessing for having been a good boy and saying his prayers and not having impure thoughts, or perhaps the lion could tell by the way the guy smelled that he would not taste very good so he passed him by. Who are you to say? What do you think you know about it? What do you believe? Hey. I don’t care.
The wonderful thing about facebook, and facebook’s a wonderful thing. It’s tops are made out of rubber. Its bottom is made out of springs. Oh, no. Hold up. Fucking cadence side tracks me all the time cuz I have all those classical melodies fighting for space within my brain case and my heart. Anyway, as I started to say, you can block people from your facebook account if you don’t like what they say or how they say it. I do it almost daily. Not you, of course. I would never block you. I love you and respect you and admire your divergent opinions, most of which I don’t care about. I only care about mine. I only care about my power to rule, my power to change what is unpleasant into what is pleasant according to my own value system. I continue to care although I see the whole world going to hell in a hand basket and me standing here, might as well be naked, but I’m not, and unable to do a fucking thing about it. Just watching and thinking. What can one person do? Vote? My grand daughter cancelled out my vote cuz she wanted a sticker and had no clue who was running for what on which platform. We are doomed.
Why do certain groups (and if you are one of my more avid followers, you have seen this remark elsewhere) have the power to form million man marches and elect bozos to rule the country and others just stand and watch the panorama of destruction? Why are we letting any one take power from us? Or are we giving them power? I am not wondering anymore what we are doing. I want to know why.
When I was first married, I lived in a huge courtyard apartment complex on the west side of Chicago. I stood on the balcony of my third floor apartment and, looking eastward, I saw nearly the whole horizon billowing with black smoke. Not Mount St. Helens. The City of Chicago. Set on fire. On purpose. Deliberately. And to what avail? A beloved leader died in an unfortunate way and people decided to burn buildings, break windows and steal things to mark the passing of this peace preaching man. WTF.
And if I put quotation marks about the word people, I would be branded a racist and a hatemonger. Again. WTF. Or no perhaps, in this case, fuck me.
Here is the voice of reason ringing out in the midst of all the polarizing remarks regarding the verdict in the recent highly publicized Florida trial concerning the demise of a certain male under unusual and questionable circumstances:
When someone is pounding your head into the pavement, reach for your wallet, while praying for his soul and your deliverance, and take out your FOID card and show it to him.
Is everybody happy? Well I should say.
PHOTO ATTRIBUTION: z3news.com