Errors in Judgment
Descent Into Violence
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According to the Left Business Observer, “the federal prison industry produces 100 percent of all military helmets, war supplies and other equipment. The workers supply 98 percent of the entire market for equipment assembly services; 93 percent of paints and paintbrushes; 92 percent of stove assembly; 46 percent of body armor; 36 percent of home appliances; 30 percent of headphones/microphones/speakers; and 21 percent of office furniture. Airplane parts, medical supplies and much more: prisoners are even raising seeing-eye dogs for blind people.”
Read it all. The companies include Starbuck’s, Victoria’s Secret, American Airlines, Sprint, Verizon, Avis, and J.C. Penney.
I bought fresh Gulf tuna yesterday. It smells like the ocean.
I tried this recipe and it is quite good. I am curious to know how the dish will be cold — I think yet better, vinegary, like some kind of escabeche. We can have all sorts of hot vegetables with it, and I am going to make a summery potato salad — not an American one, but a light and flavorful one, like the potato salads of the Baltic.
About that escabeche recipe: I would like to try it too, but to do so I would need to get hold of a non-industrial chicken. And about basalmic recipes for tuna, there are many. Now I want to try them all.
We have not sung at all recently. Here is a beautiful video of fourteenth century songs from the exhibit on Haggodot, that ends in Barcelona today. See how Eastern it sounds, and how ancient.
About this post, from over two weeks ago: it is difficult for me to recognize mistreatment. But my reaction to is a kind of hallucination: I jump to thinking that if I can only calm my mother down and placate her, the pain will stop and I will be released from my cage.
This indicates that if I have that reaction, someone has acted in a very low fashion and wants to me to think it is my fault — and I should try to see what has happened rather than think I am just flashing back randomly.
Filed under Banes, Theories
I had the most terrifying dream. I was to be burnt at the stake. Hitler was in power in the United States and the White Citizens’ Councils were his henchmen. Twelve of us were to be burned at the stake and the technique was, they sewed you, including your head, into a burlap suit and threw you on the pyre.
I had decided to take them out for lunch ahead of time, to a hip, modern restaurant. In the meantime, they wanted get the fire really hot, so things would go fast once they threw us on. We were waiting as they started it. Next we would go to lunch, after which we would come back and burn.
As the bonfire grew larger and brighter I cast my eyes about and realized there really was no path on which to run away. Lunch notwithstanding, these peoples’ minds would not be changed. They would throw us on the pyre and it would be a terrifying and painful death.
Then I woke up. It was 5:30 AM and I did not feel normal until late afternoon. I tried to discern what this dream had to do with my life. I decided it must be the current spate of church burnings — that followed the church shooting, if you remember.
And trying to understand my colleague, perhaps, as well — the closet Confederate. Here, however, is quite another take on matters, worth reading.
See what you think of this.
These white folks, who call the other white folks “backwards,” “rednecks,” “racist,” and “trash,” hate to have their whiteness sullied by these other white folks. They wouldn’t want colored folks to think they were like those white folks. So, they latched onto the thing that they hate about backwards white southerners more than Honey Boo Boo, trucker hats, Toddlers and Tiaras, burning crosses, and Swamp People combined–the confederate flag.
So it can’t come down until those self-righteous Yankees unlearn their own racism, or what?
What about this?
If the confederate flag is one of the few properties whiteness has left, since the immigrants and blacks and lesbians and baby killers have repossessed everything else, how will white folks, even the ones who are advocating for it to come down and the others who will outwardly heave a sigh of relief when the thing comes down, react when nothing is left but the flesh of their terror?