Racism: A Many Hated Thing!

" I looked in your eyes I saw the shame, y'all don't know that our greatness came before the chain."
Big up Talib Kweli


Wow!!! I have no idea what to say, rather how to say it, succinctly, so let me just begin, shall I ? Here, where I have been staying, I was at the dinner table and the discussion turned to 'race'; now I need to mention that everyone here is WASP, and damn proud of it, that would be, everyone save for yours truly, I am neither WASP, nor would I be proud of it.

So, the topic turns to issues of ,well let's be blunt, colour. The father of this family told us all a story about how his grandfather used to work for a licorice company called 'n' word 'boy'.
I was both shocked and disgusted at hearing this word spoken so freely, but, what's worse, this man goes on to say, " I don't see what's wrong with that word." And what was even scarier, neither did anyone else at the table!!! I did my fucking best to a) not fully lose it and b) put the fucker in his place, by saying how hateful the word is for the connotations of slavery it holds. Nothing. No one cared.

In fact, another member of the table -party told a story about how the people he works with call road signs the 'n' word, sandwiched between the words black and boy. He said he refused to use that expression but he didn't seem to do much more about it.

I felt like I was in some fucking 1950's kkk meeting. It was sick.

Someone else piped up about how black people call themselves the "n" word, as if to justfy white ass fucks who also use it, and I said so- fucking- what, that we, as non-dark skinned people have absolutely no right EVER to use that hate-filled word. Like that needed to be said though!!!

What truly sickened me the most though is that no one batted an eye at the word being used, or at it's viciousness, or that no one even spoke on the subject of slavery, except me, of course.


And, the dog is still not welcome indoors. She always does come in though, and comes running to me, cuz she sees an ally, WHICH I AM. I get told that I spoil her, but if giving her love is called spoiling her, than I wonder truly what words one could use to describe how the little kid of this family is raised/treated?!!!

Peace

The Outback, baby!

Here are some photos I took of some spots in the wild and elusive outback.

And yes, it is that beautiful!

Deciding to decide

Today's topic is about decisions and passion. How is it that so few are actually living our passions, let alone actually know someone who is living their passions and thriving at it?

I need to make some decisions that lead me to my passions, not as side lines but as the main event, ok that sounds cheesy but you get the idea ( I'm working against the clock here at a library)

How do those few people do it? How did they decide to make the decisions to follow their heart and passion/s wholeheartedly?

I am constantly in awe of these type of people. I watched a show last night about people who work at a circus called Circus Oz, a circus run by left-wing people who work with the same type of people, all of whom are there because it fulfills them soulfully. They are all interested in doing anarchy, in creating art, and going against the standard in so many ways such as refusing to have animals in their brand of circus. And all of them seemed to be so content, not complacent but alive( I just wrote alove, funny little typo huh?)

I'm looking for that push from the universe, I guess to say that if I follow my passion it will support me.

Where I am staying is a dog, who is never allowed inside, ever. It's pouring and windy and she's standing at the door begging and whining to come in and is not being allowed in..and I feel the full on bullshit of the whole situation!

We spoil our children to the point of them not even needing to learn their manners, and make a dog beg for its food and shelter.

Come fucking on!

In the Dreamtime?

A shot from Arthur's Seat! 2009, here, in Victoria Australia., by me.

Here I am in this incredible land openly denies it's first nations citizens human rights!!

http://www.unpo.org/content/view/8278/236/

Please check this site out and sign!!! I've signed it, the more voices the more we can combat the colonialists.

http://www.northernstar.com.au/story/2009/05/28/flood-shelter-broke-mans-bail-condition/

And read this article, it's about the full on racism that is the Australian government, ie: ultra conservative colonialism bullshilt!!!

A koala having a walkabout at Healsville Sanctuary, Oz.

My meditattions

As an artist, I see the world in vivid colour, both literally; I love working with and in colour-s, and figuratively. I do photography, painting, collage, and I write.

Below are my renditions of beauty, perfection, calm and the amazingness of this earth.



A sunset from the original land of Big Sky, Victoria, Australia



250-300 year old Moonah trees, a species of Eucalypt
here in Oz!

These 2 are from Woolamai Beach, as uncalm as the waves are, this place is so calming and a little haunting in it's beauty.
Waves crash around you, and the large bones of cuttle fish litter the shore.