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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! For now, I’ve returned from my Joiyssey to participate in the "revolution":I’ve been at many Occupy sites across the country:1st in D.C. Freedom Plaza I faced & challenged racism/white supremacy, sexism/patriarchy, classism, heterosexism & eventually was kicked off the island; then I offered workshops as I drove to CA:“Anti-Racism Geared for White Occupiers”; “NO DRONES” "Successes and Pitfalls of OWS"

Wednesday, October 07, 2015

Our last full day and tubing! to be continued

Tuesday, October 06, 2015

Mayan healing center and be continued

After putting the kayaks away, we head north this time to Aurora and her healing center where we eat an abundant and delicious lunch of fruit, fish, rice and beans, and hot corn tortillas. Tessie consults briefly with Aurora and then we head a little down the road to a cacao factory

Jelly Fish sting!

Mujasi and I are up again at the crack of dawn. We swim in the salt water pool next to the house we are staying at. Then we head over to the sea with kayaks and snorkeling paraphernalia Mujasi is not happy.

We kayak about 1.6 miles out toward a little island and find coral reefs close by. As I'm floating on the surface looking down at the amazing coral and little fishes of all sizes swimming busily in, out and around the coral community, I suddenly feel a little electric shock above my wrist, that first I ignore but as it starts burning, I look up and see a little jelly fish suspended a foot from my arm. I hightail it away from that coral reef.

It is not as bad as my fears and although I get about a 4" by 2" swath of red bumps and rash, by the next day it is gone!

Monday, October 05, 2015

Largest recycling project in Belize: or white people...

Before we get to the next ruin, and snuggled deep into Mayan land, on the side of the bumpy dirt road there sits a huge white monstrosity oddly shaped and colorfully painted that has a sign boasting it is the largest recycling project in Belize – which might not be saying much as there doesn’t appear to be any recycling program in Belize.

We pull into the driveway and are greeted by a dog and, surprisingly, a white womon, who we learn is originally from England. She fascinates us with the story of at least 25,000 plastic bottles comprising the walls, floors, ceiling of this building – as with all the buildings on this land – along with a few tires covered by local cement.

It's an earthship house. In Belize. A few tenths of a mile from the ancient ruins. And in the middle of scattered Mayan houses and communities. Which is why we are surprised to see a white person living here.

The ‘beams’ in the ceilings do have steel rods in them thru the plastic bottles – it is quite amazing really. She has 3 white children who are attending Mayan schools in the nearby village.

She touches on her previous purpose of the building: she wanted to make it into a school for Mayan children but confesses rather angrily that there is too much red tape and it didn’t work out.

Now she wants to show Mayan children how to build a house like this with all recycled and local materials.

I’m pondering why this womon isn’t showing all the tourists, ex-pats, and foreigners invading Placencia how to build a house like this.

How much wealth does it take for a white het couple to move their three children across the world, buy sacred land in the middle of a large, ancient Mayan community, build several small houses and one huge house, and then have a burning desire to teach Mayan’s how to replicate their project?

I wonder if the Mayan people have said this is the house they want to build and live in.

Placencia and south

We are staying in an air bnb-type apartment in Placencia that is a narrow strip of land bordered by the Caribbean Sea and the other side, a lagoon. We are told by the Spaniards who own this house that dolphins, crocodiles, and turtles inhabit the lagoon.

We travel south to visit two Mayan ruins within a rain forest. As we get closer to the ruin, contemporary traditional Mayan housing becomes more abundant: the wooden planked walls with thatched roofs.

As we enter the ruin, we see rows of steps leading up to walls made from placing rectangular stones so securely on top of each other that here they are over 1000 years later.

The first ruin we visit is a smaller one but where huge stones, maybe 15 or 20 feet tall, 4 feet wide, 2 feet thick stand with ancient carvings from top to bottom, called a "stela" are on display. These carvings have been interpreted as various goddesses and gods.

It is a magical place with magical remains!

Sunday, October 04, 2015

2:1 - unfuckinbelievable

We have arrived in Belize after a very short – maybe 2.5 hour – plane ride from Atlanta. We have to disembark down a flight of stairs onto the tarmac and then into the terminal, through customs and over to the rental car place.

It is unconscionable that the exchange rate is 2 to 1 – that’s two Belize dollars worth one u.s. dollar. Unfuckinbelievable – and what a brilliant way to keep people oppressed and poverty-struck, and to ensure that u.s. and other people can exploit the vast riches of this beautiful land.

It is foreigners like myself and all other tourists that can afford to pay much more than twice as much as Belizean people pay. First the Mayan and Black people of this country are enslaved and colonized by England for a couple hundred years not to mention cut off from their families and communities by the severing of land masses into ‘countries’ by europe and the u.s., and then, after fighting for and winning their freedom, are enslaved and colonized by tourists, ex-pats, and the economy.

We get to eat a meal for $4 that a Belizean has to pay $8 for, not that we see lots or even a few Belizeans going out to eat. We get to pay 50cents for an onion that a Belizean has to pay $1.00 for. This is somehow right and acceptable?

I think there should also be a law that if a foreigner comes to Belize, buys land, and then builds themselves a home, they should be forced to buy 3 times the land and build three identical homes for the poorest people of this nation.

I don’t know how foreigners can really enjoy themselves and have a good time, knowing they are exploiting the original people of this country – the same old fucking story that continues to happen in most countries around the world: the reeling from genocide; the continued looting of the country and people; the devastation to the environment; the exploitation of resources.

Monday, September 28, 2015


The police are so fuckin over the top - how many times are they called out to help someone who is threatening suicide and the fuckin cops end up shooting that person?

How are we continuing to tolerate the presence of police amongst us?

Saturday, September 19, 2015

TJ's and choice....of poison...

I was picking up a few things at Trader Joe's today in New Jersey and got into a conversation with a worker when I asked for the individual organic avocados.

For a brief moment this past month or so, TJ's had individual organic avocados for sale at the same price as the non-organic ones, 99 cents each. Normally they sell 4 in a little plastic mesh bag for $5 or $6 depending on what part of the country you're in.

This employee told me that TJ's only gets these 99 cent individual avocados once a year, much to my disappointment.

We then got into a discussion about organic food. I suggested my plan, which I attempt to tell to as many folks as possible - and please help spread it.

Trader Joe's needs to tell all its vendors that in 5 years they are going to go 100% organic - that way, all their vendors will have the five years it takes to grow in harmony with life in order to be certified organic.

He informed me that TJ's would never do that - and why? Not the usual 'blank check' excuses because it's too difficult for the farmer or because they just don't want to, no.

He said the TJ's wants to give the customer a CHOICE! Rage surged thru me as I said, "what, a choice to poison themselves? Forget themselves, a choice to poison the Mother Earth? Poison the farm worker???"

I asked him if he knew about the health of farm workers. He shook his head "no", so I informed him how farm workers - and their entire families including unborn children - are being poisoned by pesticides, herbicides, all the 'cides'.

I asked him if he knew about the condition of the Mother Earth, that we use 6 BILLION tons of pesticides to grow mono- and huge agri-crops every year. The bees only have 30 years left of life on earth if we don't IMMEDIATELY stop using pesticides.

He shook his head "no, no, no, no".

It is beyond me how anyone can be young, alive, in this country, and working with food even, and not know about what we are doing to our food supply.

I let him see how disgusted I am so I doubt he'll ever use that idiotic excuse again in life.

Monday, September 14, 2015

Transgender backlash to radical feminism or Transgenderism 101

There is a HUGE machine out there that infiltrates every aspect of our lives and beings: it is the machine of patriarchy, white supremacy, and capitalism that employs racism, misogyny, sexism to oppress and control us. 

The transgender response is an indication of how successful that machine has been at oppressing that individual. This machine, designed to make us fit into boxes that define, characterize & limit according to race and/or sex, places value on us depending on how neatly we fit in those boxes.

And this machine punishes (at best) those that don't or refuse to fit in those boxes. 

Self-hatred, self-loathing is a condition intrinsic to both fitting or not fitting in. Trans people see they don't want to be in their society-designed box but instead of smashing that box, pounding their chests and saying "THIS is who I am and I love myself the way I am", they search for another society-designed box to fit in.

Then, in our consumer-driven society that believes we can buy anything, they proceed to buy surgery to mutilate their bodies while taking highly toxic and synthetic hormones to poison their bodies

Militarization of our police...continued

I passed on the info a couple weeks ago about North Dakota legislature approving use of military surveillance drones by police against the people of North Dakota.

I just learned last nite that the city council in San Jose 'approved' such a drone for the S.J. police department - a year after the police had secretly purchased the drone for their arsenal.

The use of drones has increased a gadzillion times since 2003, when we attacked Afghanistan with about 150 drones in our arsenal. By 2009, we had over 4000 controlled mostly from Creech AFB. Today, there are at least 150 bases in the u.s. (that we know about) that are training 'pilots' and operating drones against people around the world.

North Dakota is the first to pass a state-wide initiative to employ drones; several cities around the nation have signed pledges to forbid drones in their airspace. The FAA has still to develop regulations monitoring and controlling the use of drones in u.s. land mass airspace.

Our military weapons - weapons developed to hunt down and kill other people - are coming home to be used against us. UNLESS we stand up and FIGHT!

Message me if you want to be on the list serve for the folks fighting drones, in the u.s. and internationally. Or email nodronesinfo at gmail.


Wednesday, September 02, 2015

Bee more

While searching for veggie oil in the Midwest, I met a tall, trim old white guy who has been collecting, cleaning, and running used veggie oil for almost 30 years – he told me he’s turning 80 years old this fall. He was bowlegged and slightly bent, a beige cowboy hat jammed over a shock of white and grey hair, a tucked in long sleeved checkered shirt and worn bluejeans held up beneath a little pot belly by a leather belt sporting a huge vintage steer horns silver buckle.

He looked like he’d be at home in the wild wild west several decades past – and not particularly welcoming to “my kind”. But he was, welcoming that is and he even thought he & I were seeing eye-to-eye.

Hmmmm – it was his poor 80 year old eye sight (he didn’t want to put on his glasses) that made him read one of my bumper stickers as “against abortion”. We had a good laugh, at least I did, when I read the rest of it to him: “get a vasectomy”. But he was quick to assure me he believes in everyone’s right to be different!

We then moved to talking about the environment and he told me a sad story about his bees. He said he was a registered bee keeper in the state of Illinois – which meant farmers had to inform him if and when they were going to spray their fields with pesticides.

He said one morning he heard the low rumble of pesticide planes and dashed out his home, jumped on his motorcycle and found where the planes were taking off from. Sure enough, they were spraying a farm down the road from his.

When he approached the foreman, showed him his registered bee keeper paper, informed him of his obligation to notify bee keepers BEFORE they sprayed, and asked him to stop, my bee keeper elder said the foreman just laughed at him.

And all his bees died.

Wednesday, August 26, 2015

Surely you must have adopted....

I share a picture of my grandchild with a white woman who has shared her grands' pics with me, and she immediately tells me about her friend who adopted two children from Haiti. I confirm the "white" is understood in her description of her "friend".

I interrupt the conversation to inform her neither my daughter nor my grandchild were adopted - as if...

I tell her how, when my daughter was young and we were walking down the street together, white people would marvel at her hair and "tan", reaching out in a quickly thwarted (by me first, then my daughter) attempt to fondle her hair while asking "where did she get this hair from?" And "ohhhhhh, what a nice 'tan'!"

But if we were walking down this same street with a Black womon, white people would not question but just smile with questioning concerned eyes, as they assumed my daughter was her daughter. They would not be so forward as to ask her how her daughter got that hair but they would look so confused and even worried as they'd make other comments about how beautiful her daughter is and those eyes....grrrrrr

White people could see the Black in my daughter only when she was with another Black person; and then they could not see my daughter's biological relationship to me if we were with a Black womon.

And this white woman, seeing the color in my progeny, went for the adoption "explanation".... sigh

Thursday, August 20, 2015

The comfort privilege whites have ... when telling Black people how to fight whites...

Tonite we were at a progressive church in a very small town, although it appears to be the largest town we've been in since leaving Madison. I have found a place to park my truck in front of the church and on the busiest main street in town, so she's getting lots of small town visibility! Yeah!!!

Our dinner has been provided for us by the local activists, and about 10 or have joined us, swelling the number of white people to about 25 now, with still just two brown people and no Black people.

At the end of the presentation, a white womon approached me, very anxious to ask me a question about Black Womyn’s Lives Matter. She wanted to know why those Black womyn are not interrupting other presidential candidates besides Bernie Sanders.

I got the distinct impression she didn't listen to any of my presentation but just was so thrilled I was here bringing up the subject of BWLM, and she was bursting to tell me exactly what 'they' should be doing.

She proceeded to declare that she thinks that Black womyn and men should be going to presidential candidate gatherings of republicans and democrats to challenge them instead of harassing Bernie, our very best (i.e. white and male) candidate for president.

I marveled once again, at the ease with which white people think they can tell Black people what to do and how to do it, when Black people are attempting to eliminate or at least hold whites accountable for our racism.

I point blank told this womon that I do not think it is the place of white people to tell Black people how to fight us and our racism. She was surprised but did not get defensive, instead she said she hadn’t thought about it in that way, then she actually agreed and promised to think more carefully.

I asked her if she had approached Sanders or any other presidential candidates raising the issues that these womyn had raised with him? Of course she, a little sheepishly, shook her head ‘no’. And why hadn’t she? She understood that she was content with Sanders’ platform of restoring the middle class, and hadn’t even considered Black people might want something else, but had also waited for a Black person, once again, to challenge our racism.

I also pointed out how poorly – well actually how male and whitely – Sanders responded and how white people can learn by his example how not to react in a racist way. I asked her if she had any ideas of how he could have responded in an anti-racist way.

We agreed that his platform could and should have included addressing the issues of police brutality, poverty, racism that these Black Lives Matter womyn were bringing up. He could and should have deeply thanked them, acknowledged what they were saying and his privilege (i.e. racism), and made a public commitment right then and there to prioritize abolishing racism, while making this an integral and central part of his platform.

I asked her if she saw her willingness to tell Black womyn what to do as part of white privilege? She nodded and thanked me again for showing her how to be a better anti-racist.