"I want to be my own design" Clive Barker - Imajica

Thursday, October 9, 2014

talking about racism today....

I normally will not talk about race, politics, and religion at work. Today though, I had a brief conversation with someone about racism and the actual definition of the word vs the emotions the word evokes. I realize that not everyone can separate themselves from the emotion that this word evokes. I understand that not everyone understands the discrimination that different people face. 

I think what bothered me most about the conversation was how dismissive they were about discrimination of the people they felt had no right to feel bad about being discriminated against. Being discriminated against based on race is wrong. End story. Period. Regardless of what race you are or what race you are perceived to be. 

I used the example of misandry being just as wrong as misogyny to which this same person again, and they made the same sort of dismissive comments about how it was essentially okay to hate men but it's totally wrong to hate women because women have been more downtrodden. Again, hating someone for their gender is wrong. End story. Period.

I have never, and will never understand hating an entire group of people based on one thing like race, gender, or gender. I don't get it. Just stop it. 

rac·ism
ˈrāˌsizəm/
noun
  1. the belief that all members of each race possess characteristics or abilities specific to that race, especially so as to distinguish it as inferior or superior to another race or races.
    • prejudice, discrimination, or antagonism directed against someone of a different race based on the belief that one's own race is superior.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

Just going to leave this here...

I'll be in my bunk

*swoon*

http://8tracks.com/sadarcy/british-men-poetry-prose/

W.H. Auden - one of my favorite poets ever

As I Walked Out One Evening

W. H. Auden1907 - 1973
As I walked out one evening,
   Walking down Bristol Street,
The crowds upon the pavement
   Were fields of harvest wheat.

And down by the brimming river
   I heard a lover sing
Under an arch of the railway:
   ‘Love has no ending.

‘I’ll love you, dear, I’ll love you
   Till China and Africa meet,
And the river jumps over the mountain
   And the salmon sing in the street,

‘I’ll love you till the ocean
   Is folded and hung up to dry
And the seven stars go squawking
   Like geese about the sky.

‘The years shall run like rabbits,
   For in my arms I hold
The Flower of the Ages,
   And the first love of the world.'

But all the clocks in the city
   Began to whirr and chime:
‘O let not Time deceive you,
   You cannot conquer Time.

‘In the burrows of the Nightmare
   Where Justice naked is,
Time watches from the shadow
   And coughs when you would kiss.

‘In headaches and in worry
   Vaguely life leaks away,
And Time will have his fancy
   To-morrow or to-day.

‘Into many a green valley
   Drifts the appalling snow;
Time breaks the threaded dances
   And the diver’s brilliant bow.

‘O plunge your hands in water,
   Plunge them in up to the wrist;
Stare, stare in the basin
   And wonder what you’ve missed.

‘The glacier knocks in the cupboard,
   The desert sighs in the bed,
And the crack in the tea-cup opens
   A lane to the land of the dead.

‘Where the beggars raffle the banknotes
   And the Giant is enchanting to Jack,
And the Lily-white Boy is a Roarer,
   And Jill goes down on her back.

‘O look, look in the mirror,
   O look in your distress:
Life remains a blessing
   Although you cannot bless.

‘O stand, stand at the window
   As the tears scald and start;
You shall love your crooked neighbour
   With your crooked heart.'

It was late, late in the evening,
   The lovers they were gone;
The clocks had ceased their chiming,
   And the deep river ran on.