Some time ago, a Facebook friend shared a Baltimore Sun op-ed by Richard Rowe, “A recommendation for Baltimore’s white liberal establishment.” In it, Rowe quotes the below passage from a New York Times op-ed by Michael Eric Dyson, “Death in black and white.” Dyson alleges many things here, and his statement deserves examination from various angles. I anticipate referring to this quotation several times in the near future.
Monthly Archives: October 2016
* Completely wrong
* Risk and faith
12:30 Wednesday 2016-10-05
A learning opportunity that may seem trivial.
I’ve been pondering a lot lately why people, myself included, balk at owning their personal power. It has seemed to me that a major factor is fear of disappointment: owning personal power means a duty to take initiatives, to act on arbitrary decisions, and face the risk that what one hoped for may not obtain.
Yesterday morning when I turned my phone on, there were three voice mails, one from my invalid oldest brother and two from prospective employers wanting to set interviews. Given the way things are for me on Tuesdays, I was unable to return any of the calls. I wanted to do so today.
* Poor children have smaller brains
(Originally posted 05/14/15. Reblogged 09/12/24.))
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Poor children have smaller brains
* Job search diary 09/21/16 – 10/04/16
| THURSDAY 2016-09-22 |
| CVS |
| Using the more advanced terminal at church, was able to complete the Virtual Job Tryout. So now I have six complete, active applications in at CVS! |
* DOJ organizes riots?
* Resentment and hope
Three incidents from Sunday 09/18:
(1) I caught the racial vibe as soon as she came in the room.
(2) In the middle of worship, I looked at my situation. I needed to touch base sometime during the service with _____, _____ and _____, any of whom might give me cash; for smokes, bus fare and candy. I also needed to touch base sometime during worship with each of three other people ISO a ride “home.” My petty, material, selfish neediness so preoccupied me, I couldn’t get into the spirit of worship at all. This did not feel good.
(3) At the shelter, in the shower, for a washcloth they gave me a strip of fabric that had been torn from a towel, two inches wide and six inches long. That was to be my washcloth.
I responded as follows.
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