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Civilization – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. January 15, 2015. Reading James Baldwin is simultaneously a window into what America was and what America is. Earlier this month, David Remnick in the. Baldwin wrote this 55 years ago. Everything and nothing has changed. A black man in the White House is an astonishing accomplishment of hope and healing, yet on the ground, day in and day out, the struggle in the streets remains the same. This entry was posted in America. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here.
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A very personal problem – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. October 16, 2014. A very personal problem. October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. It is also the awareness month for breast cancer. How much good do these awareness months do? Why do abusive men become abusive? Why do abused women become abused? This entry was posted in Uncategorized. My Writing Process Blog Tour. Struggling with Ferguson →. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:.
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Enslaved – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. June 24, 2015. After my last blog post, I’ve expanded what I believe is important to put into the world about racism. Can our white society fully acknowledge the chilling travesty and lasting impact of slavery? Why is media required before we believe dark skinned people’s stories? Without television, Bull Connor’s hoses, billy clubs, and attack dogs, unleashed against peaceful civil rights demonstrators, would not have been exposed and thus believed. Without smartphone...
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rebecca – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. June 24, 2015. After my last blog post, I’ve expanded what I believe is important to put into the world about racism. Can our white society fully acknowledge the chilling travesty and lasting impact of slavery? Why is media required before we believe dark skinned people’s stories? Without television, Bull Connor’s hoses, billy clubs, and attack dogs, unleashed against peaceful civil rights demonstrators, would not have been exposed and thus believed. Without smartphone...
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Struggling with Ferguson – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. November 25, 2014. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. And tagged civil rights. A very personal problem. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:. Address never made public). You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out. You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out. Notify me of new comments via email.
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Will we ever learn? – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. May 4, 2015. Will we ever learn? Claudia Rankine’s Citizen: An American Lyric is deeply searing and compassionate, and the only thing I have ever read that conveys to a naïve white person what living as a black person is like. Will it change the way white people think? I do not have hope. James Baldwin lost hope. Now I know why. This is not a time for an e-book. She insisted on a heaviness to the book when you hold it, and Graywolf Press delivered. May 4, 2015 at 4:09 pm.
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stuff – Ruminations on RECKLESS themes
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Ruminations on RECKLESS themes. March 4, 2015. For six years I’ve been living in my mother’s house. I’m 67. My mother is 96. Technically the house is now mine. Mother gifted it to me when I left my life in New York City to move to Fort Worth, Texas to look after her. It never feels like mine. The satin robe she wore when she brought my baby brother home from the hospital will not bring love. Calling her each morning to measure her mood and her health will. This entry was posted in Uncategorized. You are ...