...the Government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction, to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demean themselves as good citizens in giving it on all occasions their effectual support. Geo. Washington Feb. 22, 1732
Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends forth a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring, those ripples build a current that can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.
Robert Kennedy, South Africa 1966.
Saturday, May 31, 2014
Friday, May 30, 2014
: IRISH ART YOU MUST HAVE SEEN
*At the National Art Gallery in Dublin, a husband and wife were staring at a portrait that had them completely confused.*
*The painting depicted 3 black men totally naked, sitting on a bench. Two
of the figures had black penises, but the one in the middle had a pink penis. The curator of the gallery realized that they were having trouble
interpreting the painting and offered his personal assessment. He went on for over half an hour explaining how it depicted the sexual emasculation of
African Americans in a predominately white, patriarchal society. 'In fact', he pointed out, 'some serious critics believe that the pink penis also reflects the cultural and sociological oppression experienced by gay men in contemporary society'.*
*After the curator left, an Irishman approached the couple and said, 'Would you like to know what the painting is really about?' *
*'Now why would you claim to be more of an expert than the curator of the gallery, asked the couple?*
*'Because I am the artist, who painted the picture,' he replied. 'In fact, there are no African Americans depicted at all. They're just three Irish coal miners. The guy in the middle went home for lunch.*
Thursday, May 29, 2014
(this is was the presentation on the Ed Sullivan show which I used to hear on the Show of Shows which we watched every Sunday and was a great entry to so many cultural attractions which I would not have otherwise heard.)
Wednesday, May 28, 2014
Still I Rise
You may write me down in history With your bitter, twisted lies, You may trod me in the very dirt But still, like dust, I’ll rise. Does my sassiness upset you? Why are you beset with gloom? ‘Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wells Pumping in my living room. Just like moons and like suns, With the certainty of tides, Just like hopes springing high, Still I’ll rise. Did you want to see me broken? Bowed head and lowered eyes? Shoulders falling down like teardrops, Weakened by my soulful cries? Does my haughtiness offend you? Don’t you take it awful hard ‘Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold mines Diggin’ in my own backyard. You may shoot me with your words, You may cut me with your eyes, You may kill me with your hatefulness, But still, like air, I’ll rise. Does my sexiness upset you? Does it come as a surprise That I dance like I’ve got diamonds At the meeting of my thighs? Out of the huts of history’s shame I rise Up from a past that’s rooted in pain I rise I’m a black ocean, leaping and wide, Welling and swelling I bear in the tide. Leaving behind nights of terror and fear I rise Into a daybreak that’s wondrously clear I rise Bringing the gifts that my ancestors gave, I am the dream and the hope of the slave. I rise I rise I rise.
Tuesday, May 27, 2014
Monday, May 26, 2014
I went on a ride this week. I don't ride in this spot but while B G was getting the big of food for me I climbed up to see better. Then we drove and looked around the neighborhood.
B G says I don't have a bad side. This is my yearning look.