I present to you a little insight to the historical hometown hood of my youth…
The Hubbard House was an Underground Railroad terminus station which sets on a hill overlooking Lake Erie. It was instrumental in helping countless fellow humans find escape from the incomprehensible wretchedness of slavery.
It also sets right across the street from where my old high school used to be.
Unfortunately, during my time growing up in my hometown hood of Ashtabula, Ohio, I didn’t know much about the house, only that it had some vague association with slavery.
I didn’t know because back in my time the history of slavery was barely taught in school. And that which was taught about it, was glossed conveniently over… like the whitewashing of rotted wood.
My real education of slavery didn’t begin until 1977 when the landmark television miniseries ROOTS aired, a story which of course is based on Alex Haley’s hugely important book about his family’s history.
No, during my time the house was abandoned and run down and assumed haunted.
While my old high school has since been torn down, fortunately the community of Ashtabula came together to save the Hubbard House from a similar fate and worked to restore it so that it is now a beautiful and important national landmark of which I’m very proud.
It’s always magical to be able to throw an asshole’s words back in his face… especially when he is an outspoken representative of so many other assholes.
While no one condones looting, on the other hand, one can understand the pent-up feelings that may result from decades of repression and people who have had members of their family killed by that regime, for them to be taking their feelings out on that regime,” he said. “And I don’t think there’s anyone in any of those pictures … (who wouldn’t) accept it as part of the price of getting from a repressed regime to freedom.
Trump loves the hate and violence because it is both in his nature and he knows he benefits from it for several horrifying reasons:
– It fires up his racist base.
– A fired-up racist base increases the chance for more hate crimes and violent protests in response.
– If the hate crimes (which more than likely are/will be strategic in nature) and violent protests as a response continue, this, along with the stronger reemergence of Covid-19 in the fall, will allow him cover for declaring martial law.
Georgia officials have apologized and corrected what was described as a “processing error” that wrongly showed a downward trend in the number of new daily infections in the state, making it appear as if new infections had dropped every day for two weeks. The error was at least the third in three weeks, the Atlanta Journal-Constitution reported.
I really, really wish I could believe all the bizarre hocus pocus things like astrology and palm readings and other pseudo-sciencey, pseudo-religiousy things so I could lay all my blame for all the unpleasantries going on all over this pretty yet petulant planet of ours (those dang locusts in Africa are biblically unrelenting) on a misaligned moon or star…
That said, this is a rather interesting read whether you want to believe it or not.
“Astrology’s skeptics and detractors like to make a fuss about how foolish it is to imagine that, simply by looking to the stars, we can know what the future will bring. But to argue this is to completely misunderstand one of modern astrology’s central purposes — not to find our destinies, but to find our actually existing, living human selves.”
This has become cliche and empty to say, especially from those of us speaking from our privilege, but since there are so many pockets of wretched poverty all around the country like that described in this article, it’s hard not to say…
It’s hard to believe so many people have to live so miserably in the richest, most powerful country in the world.
“Hundreds of miles of roads are unpaved, so it can take up to three hours to get a sick person to help. It’s difficult to self-isolate because families live in one-room homes called hogans. Up to 40 percent of Navajo households don’t have running water, making it hard to wash hands. Cellphone service and Wi-Fi are limited, so it’s difficult to keep in touch and to get information about the epidemic.”
I often get discouraged about how far and how fast my country has fallen since cult daddy trump, with the assistance of his authoritarian idol Putin, stole the election just a short few years ago, especially knowing that almost half of my country supports him so fervently and blindly in his relentless drive toward our seemingly inevitable destruction.
Just writing that depresses me because I know that no matter how much I rant and rave in my futile resistance here and elsewhere I will have absolutely no effect on altering the course of this national train wreck we’re on.
So then, why persist to resist in futility?
Because I’ve taken to heart the words of A. J. Muste in response to a reporter who asked him, “Do you really think you are going to change the policies of this country by standing out here [protesting the Vietnam War] alone at night in front of the White House with a candle?”
To which Muste replied:
Oh I don’t do this to change the country. I do this so the country won’t change me.
When I was a kid a buddy of mine would occasionally drag me along to a Catholic church service with him, seeing how misery loves company, especially as a child. Even though I hadn’t a clue what was going on — being raised Protestant — I was always mesmerized by the outlandish garb, the thick incense, and especially the incomprehensible Latin that still kind of seemed to make sense. It all seemed so surreal, so magical.
I’m not m much of a church-goer, but I’ve never had that wondrous feeling at a Protestant service and I guess deep down I’ve always wished I had.
Perhaps if I had, I would have gone more to church.
More and more young Christians, disillusioned by the political binaries, economic uncertainties and spiritual emptiness that have come to define modern America, are finding solace in a decidedly anti-modern vision of faith. As the coronavirus and the subsequent lockdowns throw the failures of the current social order into stark relief, old forms of religiosity offer a glimpse of the transcendent beyond the present.
From The Future of Christianity Is Punk, New York Times, May 8, 2020