The Original Black Buddha

This aforementioned statement resonates with me the most, especially since we are in the begining of a new technological age. As more people connect globally we do have the chance to overcome these barriers.

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The brain washing must stop ; However instead of freeing the mind and exploring a new uncharted dimension. We compartmentalize , for example :

myspace : highly competitive , basic i am more popular than you in my personal life , I know the whole world !

facebook / linkedin : highly competitve , basically i am more popular in the business world than you

blogs : a place for like minded people to band together against the world… More often than not outsiders with different points of view , are either ridiculed , called trolls and/or requested to be banned.

Instead of opening our minds are creating and participating in crowd thought , we are compartmentalizing so we can understand identify and single out outsiders, ones who don’t follow the designated train of thought. Truth is shown and learned by listening , to varigated opinions , however today we are being swept away by brainwashed mindless , thoughtless chatter and rubbish . Not really knowing what is true or not true , speaking without research or just simply thinking .. We as humans are always ready to be bought and sold for the right spiel. In essence it all becomes bullshit , we end up just like ants .

The situation we are in today, race and all of it’s multilayered constructs, cannot be stopped it must continue it’s course . Will it end negatively or positively ? That only depends on all of us , are we ready to open our minds , dig deep and see what we are in reality , or do we still need those rose color sunglasses?

“The politics of colorblindness” was mother’s milk to me, yet stank of hypocrisy in the all-white room.

My parents were called to the school when I was in fourth grade, for a meeting with the counselor. Seemed I’d checked the box for “Alaskan Islander” on my standardized test. The wanna-be hippies wouldn’t have that – doncha know.

That counselor would see that you were black from two blocks away, yet would, with genuine curiosity, ask me if I were Scottish or German.

Yeah, colorblindness was a myth, but not so much any more – not since black penis has (with increasing frequency) been touching white pussy. The box checking has become exceedingly complex as their beautiful children choose their mates. Will we soon have a page of boxes with catagories, sub-catagories…maybe an index for our fanciful inventions and sublime definitions?

How long? Too long.
But penises and pussies are on our side.

The little ones get it, Max/Julian, Invisible Man, whoever you are. WE are late to the party.

Your prose is exquisite (but you know that). Good to know that rage is not your only note. And, being a beggar-man thief, I’m taking (most of) your post and assigning it as reading for my class. I can’t not do it now that I know it exists, and that they will learn so much from it.

If you ever get around to reading this, I hope it echoes the grateful tears streaming down my face.
So I weep at beauty, so what. Don’t try to squeeze me into YOUR easily digested tube of what and therefore who.
Fuck you, Sisyphus. Judge me from two blocks away.

Its hard to be human when you’re taught to be a thing, or a half thing. And it sucks to feel the eyes of people sizing me up, chopping me up, squeezing me into a rubber tube that makes it easier for them to digest me. Fucked up!

Life goes on.

Off the top of my head: to me, what you wrote here moves the consideration from the arena of “politics” (having to do with the use and distribution of power) to the arena of “spirituality.” Don’t misread me here. I don’t mean warm-and-fuzzy-esoteric-new-age-mumbo-jumbo type stuff. I mean down-deep-in-the-gut-where-the-rubber-meets-the-road-and-the-individual-psyche/biological-being-meets-history type stuff. My spiritual being (as it were), in the end, I think, gives birth to my political perspective (how the personal and political are connected?) Being one’s whole, unmitigated, unapologetic Self (again, for me) does not, then, wash all the “color” out of the visible image, but rather actually heightens the color (continuing the metaphor). It shines the light of acceptance of all beauty on each individual image.

A rose garden can be lovely, but the kind of garden I like best is an explosion of all different kinds of flowers: different colors, shapes, heights, sizes, scents, etc. Each flower is beautiful because of the characteristics of the specific group it represents. No flower in such a garden is the only one of its type, though every flower is different in it particularistic manifestations of its group characteristics. Such flowers don’t jockey for position, don’t hold knock-down, drag-out battles to establish hierarchy, don’t engage in sneaky, underhanded and manipulative attacks (either publically or privately) out of ego or greed or ignorance. They just bloom and shine and pass the bees and butterflies one to the other.

Admittedly, though there is such a thing as weeds, humans are grossly more complicated than flowers. But I think that’s part of what you get at so well here. We complicate the shit. We make it ugly. “Fighting the good fight” (if you will) often creates people and groups not wildly different from each other in important and frequently negative ways. And, of course, capitalism has left virtually all of us all but ruined as keepers of the flame of life.

Do African-Americans need to band together to survive and bring about change? I think so. Do women and men need to educate themselves about the patriarchy and take organized action against it (again to survive and bring about change)? I think so. Do immigrants and poor people and prisoners (and others) need to see themselves as similarly situated and act accordingly? I think so. But that does not negate the Truth you write in this post.

“Resigning” as a White person (something I did some time ago, I guess, when I started using the term European-American and then started referring to other European-Americans as “people who look like me”) does not mean I stopped honoring the beauty and experience of people in general and people of color as definitive groups, in particular. But it means that I see all Life (and not just all human life) as sacred. In order to do that, I must be fully Conscious. Conscious of others’ struggles (because of the socially-constructed political notions of “race” and “gender.” And Conscious of any ways in which I have participated on any side of those struggles. In order to be healthy mySelf. This is obviously a lifetime process of Becoming. But it’s the bottom line for me at the end of the day.

I realize that there is MUCH more to say and think about related to this topic. I am not antagonistic toward and don’t have any argument with those who feel that they must be in a different space at this point in time. In fact, I often support them uncategorically. There’s a reason that in the only photograph we have of Martin and Malcolm together, they’re grinning like delighted children. We don’t have to be clones to be effective or to be allies.

And I am incredibly Conscious that enemies stalk the Earth, that there are many humans who do not support Life and the other perspectives that rational, loving people naturally support. I do not make them enemies. They make themselves enemies. They may destroy Life on Earth, if they are allowed to do so. I am going to do what I can to stop that process and nurture Life instead. And my full Self represents a number of groups and experiences of which I am an amalgam. But I am also an individual and stand individually responsible for everything that emanates from my center.

It’s not easy to make sense of all this, but it is reality, to my mind, and therefore, a crucial aspect of the dialogue that will carry us into a sustainable future, if there is to be one.