https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bv_p7e5-6w0
Me, Talking RaceTics; tell me if I AM worth a listen. #yoSonMysonOurSons
Wednesday, December 2, 2015
Monday, September 7, 2015
PoliTalk 2015/Monica Crowley
As I watched Monica Crowley sharing her op-ed on Obama,
Clinton and the scandal that prevails; I felt the need to work towards a
conversation. There are many points in which I would like to analyze---so bear
with me as I make these suggestions and allusions.
Following in the same vein of opinion as the author; Monica
Crowley, I am responding to “Why Obama is Torpedoing Hillary Clinton”.
I would first like to point out that the headline itself is indicative
of a dark and sinister plan for the POTUS to be personally infringing upon the
free reign of Mrs. Clinton’s campaigning efforts. If this is true then the
by-product of oligarchs and political cohorts defining and “making” the status
of men and women; is also true. Indicating the strong fact that we do not have
a democracy at all.
I listened to Ms. Crowley as she touted such assertions as “he
needs a successor he can control” and saying the “…investigation would not move
forward unless he wanted it(investigation) too…”
Again, I say wrapped up in these words are all powerful actions
and/or exemptions from men---there is a strong lean toward there being little
to no value in the investigation of possible crime and/or misconduct performed
by Mrs. Clinton. Ms. Crowley; when asked “does he(Obama) have the power to slow
down the FBI investigation” Ms. Crowley responded with a resounding “of course
he is the President of the United States”.
When further queried on her thoughts about the Presidents’
hand in high profile political investigations and allegations---she stated “yeah,
listen, technically, no; the FBI is supposed
to be independent. But we know how this man has operated from the beginning.”
She goes on to say that the only way the “daily leaks” are making press is that
POTUS himself is encouraging and proliferating the practice of “torpedoing
Hillary Clinton”.
The importance of this statement to Jane & Joe 6pack is
that Ms. Crowley failed to think before she spoke. The outcome of her commentary
ultimately insinuates the democratic process can and is usurped by men in
positions of power. She fuels the thought that there are those who are above
the law and by dictation of status alone should not be bothered by such mundane
things as the law.
I encourage Ms. Crowley to look past her very close circle of
influence and recognize there are those of us---without pedigree or pretense;
who can interpret information minus the Manhattan minutia that many pundits
have to pace in precision reporting. I offer her my thoughts as a civilian,
voter, parent, progressive and WOMAN. YOU Ms. CrOwLEY are full of it. You have
failed to report a full story; inclusive of a lack of response to the Trump
intro---where he states that what “Petraeus did was a small fraction” in
comparison to what Hillary Clinton has done. You have failed to make any citing
or reference to any similar case-Petraeus or Sterling. You have also made it
clear, that in your thinking; sitting Presidents’ have the strength to “control”
tickets run shadow administrations.
My purpose in sharing my thoughts with you are to:
1.
Give you hard copy evidence that the story of
Clinton, Emails and the criminal element can be interpreted by the least of us
and it would warrant answers; yet to be answered.
2.
Ask of you to make a broad thought application a
possibility in your reporting----if you look at all the facts, parallel references
and take a real general poll---you will find something very different than that
“Manhattan Minutia” "Sex and the City" flurries you and your phonies are so accustomed to dealing with.
(yep ended w/a prep)
3.
FIND YOUR REAL SELF AND DO SOME REAL REPORTING;
what you currently do I find to be garbage—and the world really needs people to
commit to truly working a craft and bringing dignity to professions, citing
journalism as a crux of societal conjecture. Spinning bullshit and lies will
not help this election or the people.
In closing, as I watched your interview; I almost felt sick
as I wondered if the masses would be able to grasp what it really was that you
were saying. I hope this offering incites you to have a bit more truth and a
lot less autonomy.
Friday, July 31, 2015
The Arrogance of America/Y Trump is in the Lead
The arrogance of America is, unnerving, to say the
least. To jump right into the story; I AM currently a resident of the District
of Columbia and I make my way to the museums and galleries as much as I can. On
an outing one day, I decided to take my then three year old twin daughters to
the “National Museum of The American Indian” I CRINGE TO WRITE THE WORDS----can
you see why? Quite possibly not; this is the purpose of this paper---but I
digress. This was my first visit to this particular museum; I have visited the
Smithsonian, The Air and Space Museum amongst others; this is relevant. I
validate my relationship(s) to museum to say that I felt familiar and
comfortable in museum environments. Upon walking into this building---I could
almost hear the spirits say “you believe this shit”----The powers that be could
not even allow my ancestors the word Native.
I felt atrocity, death, regret, war; a level of
massacre I could not describe in words any one persons’ ear should hear. I felt
the anguish of a people who had to come to the stark revelation of beasts and
plunderers in their midst. I felt a supreme sense of disrespect, blatant
disregard and murderous intent. I felt like it could all happen too soon all
over again. As I walked through the first exhibit---I remember it was a kayak
exhibit, showing kayaks from the days of the Natives through modern day. I
thought what a resource this must have been for them and I went into thinking
about how this one resource more than likely changed their complete concept of how
things were or could be done. With the ability to now be mobile traversing
waters and having the ability to move goods and/or services allowed them to
maximize their opportunity.
I cite this, because this is what the power
structure of America is really known for. When government, patriots and others
speak to the “GREATNESS” of America---they never discuss the tortuous bullshit
America is guilty of committing. I AM #Exhaustedfrombeingwhileblack and I have
to take my time to express my extreme disdain with the Illusion that is the
American dream or the western ideal.
A conversation, exposing, engaging and empowering
individuals to understand the system in which they revere; is the same system
that initiated, nurtured and maintains oppression, caste systems and consumer
status quo.
If anyone can tell me why we continue to visit and
support these monoliths of colonialism and debauchery; I would greatly
appreciate it. I AM hurt to my inner being about the current socioeconomic
status of the culture I so readily identify. Black men are being mutilated by
the media, black women are being murdered at an alarming rate and the detriment
caused by systematic socialism continues.
In the spirit of the forefathers of Tyranny and Exploitation. I will say I AM at
the point of Freedom or death. I also cite the extreme of having to jump
straight to deaths gate as a result of requiring #MyReconciliation. TELL THE
TRUTH #TRUTH2POWER #MelanatedMajority
Wednesday, July 1, 2015
TWINS WIN I QUIT
Confident that I AM worthless as a mother; I sat on the side of my bed and cried. I come to the same monthly decisions; who gets paid? What Am I able to afford for the house and how am I going to move around with nothing left over. I phone a friend to lift my blues. I begin to cry again; then I am angry at myself for crying. I am angry that I AM angry, AGAIN; I AM ANGRY. I do not want to be, I want to be positive. But I am finding it challenging to find the positives. Between my personal challenges, my sensitivity and my broad scope of civic society; i find little or no solace in my world.
In my anger I reached out to a friend, a friend who knows me and offers me a vision of myself to help me thru my hardtimes. Before we get to that remembrance, we go thru me venting. Which sounds like; " I do not know how to be a professional, a parent and a social butterfly at the same time. Those are three very different gears for me. So I tell her; "I know women have been doing this for as long as women have had babies, but I am not adjusting well to being a single parent." I also tell her, "it was different with my son; but with my twins it is just different and for every black bitch that said "I don't need a man; Imma strong black woman"; I could line them up one by one and slap the pure DEE shit out of them. I have never wanted a "Man" so bad in my life. I will explain "Man" a little later. Right now, my focus is these children I have created and my adjustment or lack thereof to parenting them on my own.
After the grief and tears; she always asks "so what now Maka?". I normally have answers and many which address various issues. But, for me and my single parenting dilemma, I have none. I share with her that it is a constant mindphuck of I AM doing the best I can, but I should not have to do this on my own. I go on to say that the worst part of it is the reality that my babies were created by a man whose greatest desire is to hurt me. This means the children lose lose because if my state of being is negatively affected; so is theirs. I try to explain this to their father; to no avail.
Their father is an older man who I thought was "safe", I was extremely vulnerable at that time. My error; life had been really hard and I thought I could love this man and create a good life for me and my son---my daughters were not born. I share this because I frequently find myself angry at myself for being in this position. I love my daughters; I just never saw myself raising my child(ren) alone, this is my achilles heel. I cannot seem to get over the fact that the decisions I made, in a very vulnerable state, caused me to be "left" doing this enormous job all by myself. I call bullshit.
So, how do they win; because I submit---I submit to parenting without all of the answers. I submit to my dark side; which creeps up in the weirdest ways at times; I submit to the love of Creation that consistently reminds me that it will not forsake me. I submit to the fact that if I can make myself show up-----I allow Creation the opportunity to show out for me. I submit to the fact that "My Life" is a journey and not a destination. I envision that my good days will outweigh my bad ones.
In closing, TWINS WIN, I QUIT; trying to hide behind the veil of image and begin to live in the space of continuous source, granting me ReSource and abundance.
In my anger I reached out to a friend, a friend who knows me and offers me a vision of myself to help me thru my hardtimes. Before we get to that remembrance, we go thru me venting. Which sounds like; " I do not know how to be a professional, a parent and a social butterfly at the same time. Those are three very different gears for me. So I tell her; "I know women have been doing this for as long as women have had babies, but I am not adjusting well to being a single parent." I also tell her, "it was different with my son; but with my twins it is just different and for every black bitch that said "I don't need a man; Imma strong black woman"; I could line them up one by one and slap the pure DEE shit out of them. I have never wanted a "Man" so bad in my life. I will explain "Man" a little later. Right now, my focus is these children I have created and my adjustment or lack thereof to parenting them on my own.
After the grief and tears; she always asks "so what now Maka?". I normally have answers and many which address various issues. But, for me and my single parenting dilemma, I have none. I share with her that it is a constant mindphuck of I AM doing the best I can, but I should not have to do this on my own. I go on to say that the worst part of it is the reality that my babies were created by a man whose greatest desire is to hurt me. This means the children lose lose because if my state of being is negatively affected; so is theirs. I try to explain this to their father; to no avail.
Their father is an older man who I thought was "safe", I was extremely vulnerable at that time. My error; life had been really hard and I thought I could love this man and create a good life for me and my son---my daughters were not born. I share this because I frequently find myself angry at myself for being in this position. I love my daughters; I just never saw myself raising my child(ren) alone, this is my achilles heel. I cannot seem to get over the fact that the decisions I made, in a very vulnerable state, caused me to be "left" doing this enormous job all by myself. I call bullshit.
So, how do they win; because I submit---I submit to parenting without all of the answers. I submit to my dark side; which creeps up in the weirdest ways at times; I submit to the love of Creation that consistently reminds me that it will not forsake me. I submit to the fact that if I can make myself show up-----I allow Creation the opportunity to show out for me. I submit to the fact that "My Life" is a journey and not a destination. I envision that my good days will outweigh my bad ones.
Monday, April 20, 2015
Monday, April 13, 2015
I'M GON TELL GOD HOW YOU TREATED MY CHILDREN
Rejoice: A Review of
“The Welcome Table” by Alice Walker
Maka K. Taylor
Ashford University
Prairie Markussen
ENG125/Intro to
Literature
February 14, 2013
Abstract
Using Ashford University’s Discovery
Series textbook, Journey into Literature (R. Wayne Clugston-2010); I have read
and reviewed a short story by Pulitzer prize winning activist and author; Alice
Walker.
Keywords: suffer, welcome table, activist,Alice Walker, #BlackLivesMatter, #ToHellw/Dying #redemption
The
short story I will review in this paper is “The Welcome Table” written by
Pulitzer Prize winning novelist and peace activist; Alice Walker. The theme of
the story is triumph despite tribulation. In the preface of the story Walker
says I’m going to tell him how you treated me. The statement is insinuative of comeuppance
and successful retreat. The story tells of an “old woman” who enters somewhere
she does not belong. The story depicted “the old woman” as “dusty” and unkempt;
from the reading I deduce that she entered a church where the “good” people
decided she did not belong amongst them. The church people took action;
ultimately throwing the woman out of the church. Upon her removal she sees
“Jesus” and they begin walking together and she receives her place at the table
to tell him of how they treated her. The theme of the text illustrates the
disregard of the human self by humans. In further review I sense allegory in
this story; I think the old lady is symbolic of lowest rung on the human
hierarchy and the good church people represent the cream of the crop of
society. The reaction of the good church people to the old woman is reticent of
the invisible—all noticing eye of upper crust society. Ultimately the story
represents the paradox of the human dynamic, its’ incumbent response to that
which it deems unfit, and the text, as a by- product; hints to the scripture “the
meek will inherit the earth”.
I
enjoyed reading this story, in the story it is stated that the old lady looked,
to know suffering. I think this text is key in setting the tone for the story.
In a word I was transmuted into the story; the physicality of her character,
illustrated “suffering” and I was at that church door with her. I have been
acquainted with suffering; this is the tone of the story; in my humble
assertion. I felt the anticipation of opening the door of the church; her
entrance and procession to the pew. I
was thrown out of the church with her and my eyes lit up at the reading of” I
would know him anywhere”. Through the tone of the story I found myself
empathizing with the old woman and celebrating her opportunity to “tell God how you treat me”. I reveled in
her right to exercise herself and walk with her power to conclude her days.
I
would also like to expound on the paradox conveyed via the omniscient voice the
story was delivered. The setting of this story was a church. As previously
referenced the church members aggressively remove this feeble and elderly
woman-----whom the pastor addressed as “Auntie” upon reminding her that this
was not the church she belonged to. I recount the church peoples’ reception of
the elder woman…”Some of them there at the church saw the age,
the dotage, the missing buttons down the front of her mildewed black dress.
Others saw cooks, chauffeurs, maids, mistresses, children denied or smothered
in the deferential way she held her cheek to the side, toward the ground. Many
of them saw jungle orgies in an evil place, while others were reminded of
riotous anarchists looting and raping in the streets. Those who knew the
hesitant creeping up on them of the law, saw the beginning of the end of the
sanctuary of Christian worship, saw the desecration of Holy Church, and saw an
invasion of privacy, which they struggled to believe they still kept.”
In
a house of worship, the house of God; the exact people(souls) who are supposed
to assist and be kind----ultimately fail when the opportunity presents
itself. This woman was not good enough
to worship with the good Christian folk----she was such an aberration that she
was required to be immediately and violently removed from the church.
The
church should; in theory; be a place of resource for the less fortunate. The
church should offer love and salvation to those in need; but; allegorically;
the story is relating to irony in doctrine, life application and visible
values.
I
have stated throughout the paper that I was really taken into this story. I
will also reiterate that I am bias for the motif of this story. Although the
triumph is subjective in nature, again, I am biased; the fact that she gets her
moment to tell the biggest protector of them all how they “treated” her; I find
solace in that thought.
This
is the beauty of the art of the pen; I am very passionate about words and the
various combinations and conclusions that can be created from them. The
narrative elements I spoke about in this story; in this paper, are text
tangible mechanisms that cause a story to come to life. The purpose of
literature; of taking the time to delve into a story is to connect; in some
manner to the story. I seek to find various aspects of self in searching
through the libraries of life; the library is far to vast to absorb in a single
lifetime----so we are blessed to have the writings of the ages and the “creative’s”
find modern myriad media to share one side of a two headed coin. The narrative
elements evoke the human emotion epitomal to espousing the story intrinsically
and initially.
I
would also be remiss if I did not use the word rejoice in review of this story.
It seems there were varied accounts of her whereabouts; but the voice
said---“she would know him anywhere”. Be it literal, metaphoric or delusional;
the fact that this woman found her reprieve after what seemed to have been a
life of constant suffering; is food for my soul. -----“The Welcome Table—Alice
Walker”
References
Journey into Literature-R. Wayne Clugston/2010
The Welcome Table-Alice Walker
Wednesday, April 8, 2015
MORAL MINIMA; Ethics in a Society Lost
Using “Some Moral
Minima” (Len E. Goodman/2010) as a reference; my intention with this paper is
to peer into my own psyche and show perspective that universal moral conduct is
a vital component in maintaining societal peace and prosperity. Mr. Goodman outlines
a minima of global issues including but not excluded to; polygamy, human
trafficking, genital mutilation and military child recruitment. Being asked to
assume a position on the acts in relation to culture or society and choose
whether the act is wrong or right. I would be remiss if I did not emphatically
state that these acts should be considered reprehensible, wrong.
I am delighted to have
the opportunity to take a written position on right and wrong, I personally
live by a four word foundation for my life and I practice using the words as an
active conduit between myself and humane treatment of all I come into contact
with. I know that what I share may not be academic in its’ content, it is
however equally as pertinent in the notion of right and wrong.
My four word foundation for life is” Willingness,
Accountability, Sacrifice and
Negotiation”, Consider it my spiritual black card if you will;
- Willingness- An individual ability to proactively seek out purpose in any and all interactions----the action of being 100% present wherever I AM.
- Accountability-My individual ability to maturely account for my actions ---100% truth.
- Sacrifice-I AM always willing to discuss the terms of an agreement. I AM willing to compromise in the name of what is best for the whole.
- Negotiation-I AM always willing to work through objectives to meet the needs of the whole. (7 Steps to Kill My nigga; Bahtyah B. Israel-2011)
Let us; for the sake premise define “politics”.
Politics as defined by Mirriam Webster online (http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/politics)
is a set of definitions; listed are those most relevant to the position I am
taking. “Politics- : the art or science of government b : the art or science concerned with guiding or influencing
governmental policy
c
:
the art or science concerned with winning and holding control over a government
2: political actions,
practices, or policies 3
a :
political affairs or business; especially : competition between competing interest groups or individuals for
power and leadership (as in a government) b : political life especially as a principal activity or profession c : political activities
characterized by artful and often dishonest practices 4: the political opinions or sympathies of a person 5a : the total complex of
relations between people living in society.” Politics, by definition, is
ambiguous at best. There is an innate concept of trickery involved in politics
because politics is relevant to the politician and individual agenda, needs
and/or wants. As a byline of the definition it would seem plausible that
“sympathies” could be feigned and false alliances created that have a relative
hand in the day to day activities of civilians. Politicization of the issue
creates never ending banter between politicians, and politics easily usurps
human need. If we continue to fail to look at actions from a paradigm of right
and wrong, we, as a society will continue to fail at humanity.
One must beg the question who really benefits
from the mass destruction, violent and terroristic descent upon nations and
human trafficking----we have to ask is
there an omnipotent power system that holds these ties together? Has there ever been a society that lived via
application of ideologies of right and wrong?
How do you really feel about the politics and politicization of human
need? I find this line of inquiry to be
base for bridge building from the political practice we currently exist; into a
flourishing humane commune of health, wealth and prosperity.
In closing, just for the sake of
reference and history; I would like to identify an ancient civilization whose lifestyle
utilized right and wrong as a conduit for qualitative and quantative life. I
cite the Ancient Egyptians and the practiced doctrine of the time; Ma’at. “Ma’at
is a comprehensive construct that existed throughout ancient Egyptian
civilization. Cosmologically, maat is the principle of order that informs the
creation of the universe. Religiously, Ma'at is a goddess or neter representing
order or balance. Last, philosophically, Ma;at is a moral and ethical principle
that all Egyptians were expected to embody in their daily actions toward
family, community, nation, environment, and god. This work extends maat beyond
the boundaries of ancient Egyptian culture and tests its conceptual elasticity
by developing it into an catalytic tool for studying classical African
cosmological knowledge and how it relates to cultural expression. It focuses on
the conceptualization of Ma'at as the foundation of the universe and then uses the
manner in which Ma'at appears in ancient Egyptian culture as a basis for
distinguishing patterns within classical African knowledge. This pattern
contains 10 characteristics or dimensions: sacred, symbolic, visual,
functional, moral, oral, communal, rhythmic, multidimensional, and holistic.”( Ma'at
and Order in African Cosmology A Conceptual Tool for Understanding Indigenous
Knowledge Denise Martin-Journal of Black Studies-2008)
The information shared in this paper is my personal
position. I have interpreted, hypothesized, and now I shall conclude. In my
humble opinion and based on the information I have presented in this paper; I
am confident that there are certain behaviors, acts and motives that are wrong.
I cannot come up with a rational argument for that. Now, should the question
transform itself to is there a right in a wrong situation? That is a different
paper. In my conclusion I will apply my best self to always securely discern
right from wrong and veer myself towards a community that works toward the healing
of a hurt people to recreate environments to reflect the true beauty that
resides within each human being.
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