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Work 4 Peace,Hold All Life Sacred,Eliminate Violence! I am on my mobile version of the door-to-door, going town-to-town holding readings/gatherings/discussions of my book "But What Can I Do?" This is my often neglected blog mostly about my travels since 9/11 as I engage in dialogue and actions. It is steaming with my opinions, insights, analyses toward that end of holding all life sacred, dismantling the empire and eliminating violence while creating the society we want ALL to thrive in

Saturday, November 29, 2014

Black Lives Matter but how about Black Womyn’s Lives?

How about the life of a Black womon who defends herself from a violent, abusive man?

How about the life of a Black womon who fires a warning shot into the ceiling to ward off a violent abusive man?

How about the life of a Black womon who has been previously hospitalized from the violence inflicted upon her by this violent man?

How about the life of a Black womon who gave birth to a daughter 9 days prior to her acting to defend herself with a shot to the ceiling?

What are we as warrior womyn going to do about this travesty of ‘justice’, this gross injustice that Marissa is being subjected to?

Now Marissa is back in jail for 65 more days and then she faces 2 years of house arrest.

Do you know that Marissa has to PAY the state and a – most likely private – probation corporation thousands of dollars a month to ‘serve’ out her 2 years house arrest sentence? It is so unconscionable, so very iniquitous, so just totally wrong.

Furthermore, Marissa Alexander’s story tragically is not unique, but replicated many times around our country – it is the m.o. of the prison industrial complex which includes male violence, police (not to be redundant), the courts (including angela fuckin corey), and prison.

The closet racists flinging open their doors! be continued...

Or A Caution to White folks!

White folks are showing their true colors, their various and many shades of white. Most white folks want to think the bright bright blinding demonical white of the kkk are the only racists that exist in our country, therefore limiting racism to the handful few.

Many white folks think racists are overt and ugly bigots, and not everyday white people like every single other white in this country.

Well, Ferguson is bringing the anti-racist whites out into the streets - and racist whites passing for not racists out of their closets.

I walked down the street yesterday with my shirt painted: “Death to Racism”.

Please note: I did not say death to a person, but an institutional, social, cultural structure that yes, operates daily to give very personal advantages for whites. Some white people walking by had to do the double take thing, confirming (maybe guiltily) I said ‘ism’ not ‘ists.

Many people, with and without color, responded positively with thumbs up, bright smiles, even overt positive reinforcing comments.

But then there were the white ones who looked like they were going to puke – you know the type “if looks could kill” was coined for. One white woman cloaked in her Sunday best actually grabbed her young white and very alive adolescent son, turning him abruptly inward toward a storefront so he’d miss my passing.

Then a white woman with an ugly, belligerent frown aimed in my direction hurled: “I say death to looters”. I quickly retort: “Oh, you mean wealthy white people?”  She angrily shouted over her shoulder “No I mean looters last night”.

“Are you willing to kill them?” I’m now raising my voice in my attempt to challenge her to finish her thoughts, to see where this “death to looters” goes for her.

“Will you kill those who lit garbage on fire? Or those who tossed rubbish thru a store window? Or maybe those who overturned a cop car?”

She’s scurrying away so fast but I want her to know I see her: “Oh, yes protect property over human lives – the holy sacred golden idol property and the easily dispensable life of a person of color”

 I’ve a very silent street audience that has slowed to almost standing still now so I continue, on the cusp of screaming: “Death to the murderer of the 12 year old boy playing in the park?”

12 YEARS OLD” my voice quavers with tears and rage: “Pretend he was YOUR SON”.

She doesn’t even pause, striding away as fast as she can.


You REALLY care about the window shattered at crate & barrel last night when 90 per cent of our ocean life is dead or dying?

You REALLY care about the smashed windshield of a TV news van when by the year 2020 half of our children will be diagnosed with autism?

You REALLY care about the poetic hiss of flying bricks and bottles when our bombs have & are killing, maiming millions, destroying the next 7 generations (at least) of people in Iraq, Afghanistan, Somalia, Sudan, Yemen, Libya, Syria? Of the African, South American, Asian and North American continents?

You REALLY care about angry Black people hurling hurt and rage when white police officers murder Black children, womyn, men every 23 hours in this country?

You REALLY care about ‘nice’ and ‘nonviolent’ when glyphosate from round-up is binding together the minerals in the soil which allow life to flourish, rendering our soil lifeless?

You REALLY care about garbage cans overturned and cars burning when the Arctic Ice Caps will be melted in two years?

You REALLY think there is an ‘appropriate’ way to respond to 400 years of oppression, genocide, injustice, cruelty?

You REALLY resent your shopping spree interrupted for an hour or so while jails disrupt the lives of 2 out of 3 Black & brown peoples?

You REALLY think it’s okay to quietly continue ‘life as usual’ while 33 humans died of starvation during the 75 seconds – that’s one human every 2.3 seconds – it’s taken you to read this?

You REALLY think we should continue throwing away enough food every day that would feed ALL the world’s hungry?

You REALLY think walmart owners should continue making 1.5 million dollars an hour while they pay employees 8 dollars and 81 cents an hour, let alone the 'workers' (i.e. enslaved people) who manufacture cheap goods less than 2 cents an hour?

REALLY Grandmother? as my 6 year old grandchild would say.