Rage of the Privileged

(VOTE) You know, with Kavanaugh, what got me the most was his scrunched up facial expression that one day. To me, it was THE perfect, entitled, furious, crybaby face. “This isn’t supposed to ever happen to ME!! Its not rape when I do it!”

It’s as if WE are the ones letting HIM down! smh Contrary to what daddy told you, I had no deal to allow your tire tracks on MY back, sir. Neither do all my sisters, moms, the multitude who have endured this nonsense. But maybe I did make a deal, because he’s up there on the bench. (VOTE)

ANYWAY, there is this police officer, Jason Van Dyke, who took exactly 6 seconds to come out of his car, and murder teenager LaQuan McDonald, who was walking AWAY from the police car, and down the middle of an EMPTY street. The teenager was high on PCP, refusing to interact, and refusing to put down a 3-INCH KNIFE that he was holding as he walked.

So you see, this officer felt his only alternative was to shoot this teenager IN THE BACK – executing him on the spot with 16 bullets. This decision took 6 seconds for him to make.

Empty street. Someone called 9-1-1 because seeing young LaQuan out there alone, the fear was he was trying to break into cars.


I’ll tell you a secret. Once, a friend and I walked down the street high on PCP. Just once. I wasn’t ever a druggie. I was an excellent student, bookish and introverted. But I was also curious, unprotected, unguided, unsheltered, unspoiled, unattended, unafraid and adventurous. So, of course, I’d try things. Once. Just to see.

PCP – I don’t recommend it. What is it, elephant tranquilizer or something? Ugh. Bad idea. I’d walk in front of a bus rather than leave my kid to think that was something to do. But to my ma, I know you did your best.

Anyway, IJS, LaQuan McDonald. Who knows you’re real story? Were you any worse than me? I really don’t see how! Well, you got to graduate high school. Made it that far. So sad. So unjust. Please be cradled in loving most tender peace.

And now to the point: this officer, Mr. Jason Van Dyke – just look at his face, and you’ll see.

It’s EXACTLY the same expression as Kavanaugh’s when Kavanaugh was having his pity party on the stand, defending his right to “like beer” – scrunched up, livid, entitled, trying and failing, to not be too angry, trying not to cry. “This shouldn’t be happening to ME.” VOTE.

No. It shouldn’t. You and Kavanaugh have both been showing up and doing what your mentors and peers expect of you. Instead, you should have been trained to Protect and Serve Everyone. Treat ALL teenagers like teenagers. Somehow, I know, I know, you got the idea that it was OK to murder some of us. At least maybe you’ll serve 6 years (“2nd degree” murder with good behavior). VOTE.

I heard the latest on Timothy Loehmann, the Cleveland officer who took 2 seconds to murder 12-yr old Tamir Rice. He was hired at his 3rd Ohio PD, in a part-time capacity. But after the immediate public outcry, he was let go. That was this week.

In 2014, twelve-year old Tamir was sitting on a swing in a Cleveland park playing with a toy pellet gun. Officer Loehmann made short shrift of THAT life because someone looked out their 2nd story apartment window and reported to 9-1-1 that someone was playing with a gun that was “probably fake”. It took 3 years for Cleveland to fire Loehmann. It’s notable, too, that they first hired him after he left a job at an Ohio PD, where it was noted in his personnel file that he exhibited “a dangerous lack of composure” during firearms training. When Cleveland PD
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Anne Frank, Slavery, A Piece of God, the President, Choice

Anne Frank

Annelies Marie Frank was born 85 years ago today in Frankfurt, Germany. She would be one of the more than one million children who perished in the Holocaust, but her diary endures. On her birthday, learn more about Anne Frank, read some of her original writings, and help us pay tribute to her and all children who lost their lives during the Holocaust: http://bit.ly/1l4JYSg
Photo: Anne Frank Stichting
Anne Frank would have been 85 today. We try to act like the most famous and horrific injustices and war crimes, such as the Holocaust and United States officially sanctioned African slave trade and culture are ANCIENT history.

In the case of the Holocaust, some survivors still exist. My father arrived here as a small boy, long before WW II, his parents escaping the Cossacks with the clothes on their backs. But I understand that much of my family that had found it’s way to Europe was lost to the Nazis.

Still, we have rampant memes and story lines, the incessant drumbeat, “all Jews come from money, stick together and are scheming to (or have) taken over the world.” Sadly, I know that these narratives are SO pervasive and convincing that odds are at least one person reading even my extremely progressive (“Hurry up, world, I got grandkids. It was supposed to be better by now!”) posts is actively struggling not to buy in.

Then some BORN into generations of American slavery passed away only recently and their 1st generation non-enslaved children and grandchildren still walk among us, suffering the effects of generations of systematically abused and abolished families and destroyed cultural heritage. The fruits of the efforts to find, restore, reclaim and rebuild are nothing short of stunning. But, still…

We all know the range of ways that we accept and face this or find ourselves being fed some flavor of the “that should have no effect on today, hey, X immigrant group were derided, discriminated against and denied employment too, we all came from somewhere”, whitewash.

In honor of little Anne Frank, who never got to do more in life, than write her hopes and insights (“I still believe people are really good at heart. “) into her diary, let’s resolve to speak out against corruption, torture, slavery and abuse, including of our Earth, still existing in today’s world instead of being part of an equally ongoing, unchanging it’s-not-so-bad, whitewash.

Our president is not a descendent of enslaved destroyed families. His mom had a fine start in life and he never knew his African academic father. He wrote an entire book about his efforts to piece together his paternal background and to understand the choices of this man.But still, his skin color is routinely pointed to as proof that “Everything is all better now. See?” As our President, he would be the first to look around and explain to you why that is not the case. We got work to do – not for the good of some of us, but for the good of all of us.

Still, we persist in dismissing our ANCIENT HISTORY. “How could THAT have happened?” “Oh it was long ago. That would never happen today.” Yes, it could and is. It’s always so complex. There are always so many factors. Money and power struggles are always involved.

Buddhism teaches the three poisons of avarice, anger and stupidity, from which all evil stems. All human beings have an inherent enlightened nature too, though – a piece of God or Spirit within, if you prefer. There is always a choice as to how our life force manifests moment to moment. Follow ingrained habits and tendencies? Or break free?

Today, I will try to love as if I honor and cherish the hopes and dreams of little Anne Frank. I am proud to live in a community where so many fight the good fight to support, restore, repair, build anew, where hope is very much alive and action is the name of the game.


The Majority of Blind Men, the Elephant and Renisha McBride

Renisha McBride is the 19-year old woman who crashed her car on Nov, 2013, and was shot dead in the face while seeking help. After the accident, discombobulated (with a possible head injury), she found her way to Mr. Wafer’s house and knocked on the door in the wee hours. Speaking of narratives (pardon the pun), the Associated Press chose the following words to announce the success of the prosecution in the McBride murder case:

“Suburban homeowner convicted of second degree murder for killing woman who showed up drunk on porch.”

Okay, now just try to imagine a young white girl, all alone, coming from a night out, crashing, stumbling alone, a long way, finding a black neighborhood, finally – arriving on someone’s front step – disoriented and disheveled. A black man answers and ends the encounter by shooting her in the face.

With a tip of the hat (H/T) to Urbandaily.com and Robt. Jones, here are just a few of the reactions that parody the AP tweet.The hashtag generated was#apheadlines

U.S Ships refuse to get out of way of Japanese bombs causing a mess to form in Pearl Harbor #APHeadlines

Black people in Detroit participate in collective water fast to curve rising cost of living expenses #APHeadlines

Unfriendly Woman Causes Own Harassment by Not Responding to Stranger’s Compliment #APHeadlines

RT @AP: Overly Friendly New York City Police Hug Drug Dealing Man To Death #APHeadlines

Four little girls perish when gentlemen play with explosives in Birmingham building. #apheadlines


Too much of the time, as I walk through the world and what I see is described back to me by the media, and then I hear people defending these media portrayals, and I feel my face go awry like one of Picasso’s paintings with the eyes all on top of each other, nose askew. I’m all there, but upside down and jumbled. I was so thankful to read the urbandaily.com article with the parody tweets. It set my head aright for a minute.The AP headline and the response to it makes the case better than I ever could as to why we need to insist on genuine respect and value for EVERYONE’S story lines. The scales tip just a little in the other direction and for some, the world is coming to an end, so sensitive are these folks to the slightest loss of comfort and standing, to not being the center, as God clearly intended. Mocking, degrading, dismissing this point as “political correctness” is falsehood of epic proportions. It’s the real “sin”. It prevents growth.

Truth is, most of these story lines STILL have not been expressed, spoken or written. There’s been no space for them to germinate, bubble up and display. No interest, really. Light-skinned folks have been sucking up all the air in the room

The white protagonist – always the hero, savior, villain, misunderstood, well-meaning, troubled, insane – but one thing for sure: ALWAYS the one of interest, always the one we are struggling to understand. Others? Cardboard cutouts, supporting characters at best, best friends, instigators – or triggers for the plot line of some poor victim, as in the case with the murder of a 19-yr old girl seeking help. Poor Mr. Wafer.

Could it be any more clear that we need EVERYONE’s help to see a more complete truth in this environment?