Scam Email arrived today. ๐Ÿ˜‚


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Australian First Nations People

CAPTION: ‘Desert Aborigines’ pictured at Marble Bar WA in the 1920’s. The Warrior on the left was measured 6 feet 7 inches (200.6 centimetre’s) the other was measured 6 feet 5 inches (195.5 centimetre’s) – Also referred to as the Spinifex Men
No other details and original source of the photograph and caption is unknown

~ Crossing the Frontier – Alec Derwent Hope

Crossing the frontier they were stopped in time,
Told, quite politely, they would have to wait:
Passports in order, nothing to declare
And surely holding hands was not a crime
Until they saw how, ranged across the gate,
All their most formidable friends were there.

Wearing his conscience like a crucifix,
Her father, rampant, nursed the Family Shame;
And, armed wlth their old-fashioned dinner-gong,
His aunt, who even when they both were six,
Had just to glance towards a childish game
To make them feel that they were doing wrong.

And both their mothers, simply weeping floods,
Her head-mistress, his boss, the parish priest,
And the bank manager who cashed their cheques;
The man who sold him his first rubber-goods;
Dog Fido, from whose love-life, shameless beast,
She first observed the basic facts of sex.

They looked as though they had stood there for hours;
For years – perhaps for ever. In the trees
Two furtive birds stopped courting and flew off;
While in the grass beside the road the flowers
Kept up their guilty traffic with the bees.
Nobody stirred. Nobody risked a cough.

Nobody spoke. The minutes ticked away;
The dog scratched idly. Then, as parson bent
And whispered to a guard who hurried in,
The customs-house loudspeakers with a bray
Of raucous and triumphant argument
Broke out the wedding march from Lohengrin.

He switched the engine off: “We must turn back.”
She heard his voice break, though he had to shout
Against a din that made their senses reel,
And felt his hand, so tense in hers, go slack.
But suddenly she laughed and said: “Get out!
Change seatsl Be quickl” and slid behind the wheel.

And drove the car straight at them with a harsh,
Dry crunch that showered both with scraps and chips,
Drove through them; barriers rising let them pass
Drove through and on and on, with Dad’s moustache
Beside her twitching still round waxen lips
And Mother’s tears still streaming down the glass.

~ Crossing the Frontier – Alec Derwent Hope

~ Australia – Alec Derwent Hope

A Nation of trees, drab green and desolate gray
In the field uniform of modern wars,
Darkens her hills, those endless, outstretched paws
Of Sphinx demolished or stone lion worn away.
They call her a young country, but they lie:
She is the last of lands, the emptiest,
A woman beyond her change of life, a breast
Still tender but within the womb is dry.
Without songs, architecture, history:
The emotions and superstitions of younger lands,
Her rivers of water drown among inland Australia – Alec Derwent Hopesands,
The river of her immense stupidity
Floods her monotonous tribes from Cairns to Perth.
In them at last the ultimate men arrive
Whose boast is not: “we live” but “we survive”,
A type who will inhabit the dying earth.
And her five cities, like five teeming sores,
Each drains her: a vast parasite robber-state
Where second hand Europeans pullulate
Timidly on the edge of alien shores.
Yet there are some like me turn gladly home
From the lush jungle of modern thought, to find
The Arabian desert of the human mind,
Hoping, if still from the deserts the prophets come,
Such savage and scarlet as no green hills dare
Springs in that waste, some spirit which escapes
The learned doubt, the chatter of cultured apes
Which is called civilization over there.
~ Australia – Alec Derwent Hope

The times they-were-“hard,” when I was young J. Jay Samuel Davis ๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ‡๐Ÿ•ต

“IT IS ALL ABOUT FISH!” a poem Sunday: 12/30/18

The times they-were-“hard,” when I was young,
And many-a-children – was-I-among!
Our foster-parents-tried – as-best they-were-able,
To-keep “good food” – upon The Table!
And SOMETIMES-during Holiday Times, ‘specially-X-mas-Time,
We had SPECIAL meals – with lemon and lime,
And fresh-cooked bread – made of wheat,

Later, when I was older! I-got-to-go with Dad,
We’d fish in-the-stream – IT-WAS-ALL WE HAD,
To get fresh meat, for our family’s meal!
We’d fish ALL DAY – We had no reel,
And, so we’d go – and-my-Pop-would-say:

And, when I got married, the same rules apply:
When-I’m-with-my-b’loved-wife – and-on-our-bed-we-lie:
“Just enjoy MY company – and all will be well;
If-you-get-some-fish, it’s a BONUS!”

And, when I die, with Jesus I’ll go –
We’ll fish with The Saints – The-Blessed-Ones-you-know!
We’ll enjoy The Company; we’ll enjoy The Sailing,
And IF-we-get-a-fish -There’ll be NO wailing!!* ๐Ÿ™‚ – except from me; fish-whoopee!

fin <3

    • Whaling?

“2019 WING SPAN!”J Jay Samuel David ๐Ÿ•Š๐Ÿ™‰๐Ÿ™ˆ๐Ÿ™Š

“2019 WING SPAN!” a poem Sunday: 12/30/2018 New Year’s Eve-Eve

We’re just BIG kids! BIG-OL’-KIDS, playing them “Big Kid Games!”
Now’s The Time, in-the-“conditional”-way, to-wrap-up-those-“2018-AIMS!”
It’s TIME, Big Kids, to-devise-new-games – for 20 + one – and NINE;
Just-don’t-forget!-you’re-a-big-kid – – and PLAYING! these games is fine,
But-IF-you-get-“lost,” ’cause-o’-stress-&-fear – and take this crap as “real,”
You’ll fall asleep and float away – and LOSE THAT WHICH YOU FEEL!
That this-here’s REAL! It’s-ALL-mirage, a play* with Light & Space!
That wants your soul or spirit – to buy-in to The Play,
So you can JUST GET STUCK RIGHT HERE – and fret your dreams away,
And-BELIEVE-that-LIMITS-are-the-“truth,” when-you-should-be:-Free-&-Clear!
SPREAD YOUR WINGS! FLY AWAY! a-way-past rules – and FEAR! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin <3

    • Lila – Leela – Lilith = Illusion

SO! One LATE night, before-the-New Year dawn. J.Jay Samuel Davis

“AN OTHER-NEIGHBORLY VISIT!!” a poem in the series: “New Neighbors Across The Alley!” December 30, 2018 (SUN – day)

SO! One LATE night, before-the-New Year dawn,
I was lounging in The Little House – and I was almost “gone!”
Almost in a dreamland – and THEN! (there) came a knock!!
I looked up – on-The Wall! ‘Twas-nearly-eleven-o’clock!
And I sort-a reluctantly – ope’ed-the-door-and-THEN –
My-new-next-door-neighbor(s) they burst-eth right on in:
“And IS IT YOU – our Boom-Boom?” was-their poignant query;
“Why-OH! Yes, it’s me!” “Well! We’re sort-of-in a hurry!
And-we-must – thank-you-a-lot – for what you TRULY said!”
Well, the next (thing)-I’m-stripped – and-naked, on the floor!!
And I don’t remember – REALLY! – a-hola–lot-a-more!
Except: BIG EYES! and FANGS, with scales!
And – a pungent, ammonia smell – AND! some pretty longish tails!!
With a very specific LACK – of any gen-i-t-‘ls!
Which-is-mostly-unimportant! when-there-are – tennacles,
My SEXY, new neighbors – just took me “by storm!”
And I-have to admit – AT THE-E MORNING LIGHT,
That-these-precious-new-neighbors – are “way outta sight!”
They might just be alien! or – from Belarus,
But, Baby, Oh, Baby! They’re-the-ones that I choose,
To-be-(my)-FAVORITE-neighbors – FOREVER, ALL TIME!!
MY NEW NEXT DOOR NEIGHBORS! (They)-REALLY-liked-my-rhyme! ๐Ÿ™‚

fin <3

Animal Kingdom ๐Ÿ๐Ÿ›๐Ÿ•ท๐Ÿ

” Mankind is not the only animal that laughs, cries, thinks, feels and loves.
Sooner we acknowledge that animals are emotional beings, the sooner we will cease destroying animals
And embrace them as brothers and sisters”

Lori Lakin Hutchersonย wrote this article for Good Black News. Lori is the editor-in-chief at GBN.ย 

My White Friend Asked Me on Facebook to Explain White Privilege. I Decided to Be Honest
He wanted to know how institutional racism has made an impact on my life. Iโ€™m glad he asked, because I was ready to answer.

Most of what I share below is mild compared to what others in my family and community have endured Photo by T Y L E R G E B H A R T/Unsplash.

Yesterday I was tagged in a post by an old high school friend asking me and a few others a very public, direct question about white privilege and racism. I feel compelled not only to publish his query, but also my response to it, as it may be a helpful discourse for more than just a few folks on Facebook.

Hereโ€™s his post:

To all of my Black or mixed race FB friends, I must profess a blissful ignorance of this โ€œWhite Privilegeโ€ of which Iโ€™m apparently guilty of possessing. By not being able to fully put myself in the shoes of someone from a background/race/religion/gender/nationality/body type that differs from my own makes me part of the problem, according to what Iโ€™m now hearing. Despite my treating everyone with respect and humor my entire life (as far as I know), Iโ€™m somehow complicit in the misfortune of others. Iโ€™m not saying Iโ€™m colorblind, but whatever racism/sexism/other -ism my life experience has instilled in me stays within me, and is not manifested in the way I treat others (which is not the case with far too many, I know).

So that I may be enlightened, can you please share with me some examples of institutional racism that have made an indelible mark upon you? If I am to understand this, I need people I know personally to show me how Iโ€™m missing whatโ€™s going on. Personal examples only. Iโ€™m not trying to be insensitive, I only want to understand (but not from the media). I apologize if this comes off as crass or offends anyone.

Hereโ€™s my response:

Hi, Jason. First off, I hope you donโ€™t mind that Iโ€™ve quoted your post and made it part of mine. I think the heart of what youโ€™ve asked of your friends of color is extremely important and I think my response needs much more space than as a reply on your feed. I truly thank you for wanting to understand what you are having a hard time understanding. Coincidentally, over the last few days I have been thinking about sharing some of the incidents of prejudice/racism Iโ€™ve experienced in my lifetimeโ€”in fact I just spoke with my sister Lesa about how to best do this yesterdayโ€”because I realized many of my friendsโ€”especially the white onesโ€”have no idea what Iโ€™ve experienced/dealt with unless they were present (and aware) when it happened. There are two reasons for this: 1) because not only as a human being do I suppress the painful and uncomfortable in an effort to make it go away, I was also taught within my community (I was raised in the โ€™70s and โ€™80sโ€”itโ€™s shifted somewhat now) and by society at large NOT to make a fuss, speak out, or rock the boat. To just โ€œdeal with it,โ€ lest more trouble follow (which, sadly, it often does); 2) fear of being questioned or dismissed with โ€œAre you sure thatโ€™s what you heard?โ€ or โ€œAre you sure thatโ€™s what they meant?โ€ and being angered and upset all over again by well-meaning-but-hurtful and essentially unsupportive responses.

So, again, Iโ€™m glad you asked, because I really want to answer. But as I do, please know a few things first: 1) This is not even close to the whole list. Iโ€™m cherry-picking because none of us have all day; 2) Iโ€™ve been really lucky. Most of what I share below is mild compared to what others in my family and community have endured; 3) Iโ€™m going to go in chronological order so you might begin to glimpse the tonnage and why what many white folks might feel is a โ€œwhere did all of this come from?โ€ moment in society has been festering individually and collectively for the LIFETIME of pretty much every black or brown person living in America today, regardless of wealth or opportunity; 4) Some of what I share covers sexism, tooโ€”intersectionality is another term Iโ€™m sure youโ€™ve heard and want to put quotes around, but itโ€™s a real thing too, just like white privilege. But youโ€™ve requested a focus on personal experiences with racism, so here it goes:

1.ย When I was 3, my family moved into an upper-middle-class, all-white neighborhood. We had a big backyard, so my parents built a pool. Not the only pool on the block, but the only one neighborhood boys started throwing rocks into. White boys. One day my mom IDโ€™d one as the boy from across the street, went to his house, told his mother, and, fortunately, his mother believed mine. My mom not only got an apology, but also had that boy jump in our pool and retrieve every single rock. No more rocks after that. Then mom even invited him to come over to swim sometime if he asked permission. Everyone became friends. This one has a happy ending because my mom was and is badass about matters like these, but I hope you can see that the white privilege in this situation is being able to move into a โ€œniceโ€ neighborhood and be accepted not harassed, made to feel unwelcome, or prone to acts of vandalism and hostility.

  1. When my older sister was 5, a white boy named Mark called her a โ€œniggerโ€ after she beat him in a race at school. She didnโ€™t know what it meant, but in her gut she knew it was bad. This was the first time Iโ€™d seen my father the kind of angry that has nowhere to go. I somehow understood it was because not only had some boy verbally assaulted his daughter and had gotten away with it, it had way too early introduced her (and me) to that term and the reality of what it meantโ€”that some white people would be cruel and careless with black peopleโ€™s feelings just because of our skin color. Or our achievement. If itโ€™s unclear in any way, the point here is if youโ€™ve never had a defining moment in your childhood or your life where you realize your skin color alone makes other people hate you, you have white privilege.
  2. Sophomore year of high school. I had Mr. Melrose for Algebra 2. Some time within the first few weeks of class, he points out that Iโ€™m โ€œthe only spookโ€ in the class. This was meant to be funny. It wasnโ€™t. So, I doubt it will surprise you I was relieved when he took medical leave after suffering a heart attack and was replaced by a sub for the rest of the semester. The point here is,ย if youโ€™ve never been โ€˜the only oneโ€™ of your race in a class, at a party, on a job, etc. and/or itโ€™s been pointed out in a โ€œplayfulโ€ fashion by the authority figure in said situation, you have white privilege.

  3. When we started getting our college acceptances senior year, I remember some white male classmates were pissed that a black classmate had gotten into UCLA while they didnโ€™t. They said that affirmative action had given him โ€œtheir spotโ€ and it wasnโ€™t fair. An actual friend of theirs. Whoโ€™d worked his ass off. The point here is,ย if youโ€™ve never been on the receiving end of the assumption that when youโ€™ve achieved something itโ€™s only because it was taken away from a white person who โ€œdeserved it,โ€ย you have white privilege.

  4. When I got accepted to Harvard (as a fellow AP student, you were witness to what an academic beast I was in high school, yes?), three separate times I encountered white strangers as I prepped for my maiden trip to Cambridge that rankle to this day. The first was the white doctor giving me a physical at Kaiser:

Me: โ€œI need to send an immunization report to my college so I can matriculate.โ€

Doctor: โ€œWhere are you going?โ€

Me: โ€œHarvard.โ€

Doctor: โ€œYou mean the one in Massachusetts?โ€

The second was in a store, looking for supplies I needed from Harvardโ€™s suggested โ€œwhat to bring with youโ€ list.

Store employee: โ€œWhere are you going?โ€

Me: โ€œHarvard.โ€

Store employee: โ€œYou mean the one in Massachusetts?โ€

The third was at UPS, shipping off boxes of said โ€œwhat to bringโ€ to Harvard. I was in line behind a white boy mailing boxes to Princeton and in front of a white woman sending her childโ€™s boxes to wherever.

Woman to the boy: โ€œWhat college are you going to?โ€ Boy: โ€œPrinceton.โ€

Woman: โ€œCongratulations!โ€

Woman to me: โ€œWhere are you sending your boxes?โ€ Me: โ€œHarvard.โ€

Woman: โ€œYou mean the one in Massachusetts?โ€

I think: โ€œNo, bitch, the one downtown next to the liquor store.โ€ย But I say, gesturing to my LABELED boxes: โ€œYes, the one in Massachusetts.โ€

Then she says congratulations, but itโ€™s too fucking late. The point here is,ย if no one has ever questioned your intellectual capabilities or attendance at an elite institution based solely on your skin color, you have white privilege.

  1. In my freshman college tutorial, our small group of 4โ€“5 was assigned to read Thoreau, Emerson, Malcolm X, Joseph Conrad, Dreiser, etc. When it was the week to discuss The Autobiography of Malcolm X, one white boy boldly claimed he couldnโ€™t even get through it because he couldnโ€™t relate and didnโ€™t think he should be forced to read it. I donโ€™t remember the words I said, but I still remember the feelingโ€”I think itโ€™s what doctors refer to as chandelier painโ€”as soon as a sensitive area on a patient is touched, they shoot through the roofโ€”thatโ€™s what I felt. I know I said something like my whole life Iโ€™ve had to read โ€œthings that donโ€™t have anything to do with me or that I relate toโ€ but I find a way anyway because thatโ€™s what learning is aboutโ€”trying to understand other peopleโ€™s perspectives. The point here isโ€”the canon of literature studied in the United States, as well as the majority of television and movies, have focused primarily on the works or achievements of white men. So, if you have never experienced or considered how damaging it is/was/could be to grow up without myriad role models and images in school that reflect you in your required reading material or in the mainstream media, you have white privilege.
  • All seniors at Harvard are invited to a fancy, seated group lunch with our respective dorm masters. (Yes, they were called โ€œmastersโ€ up until this February, when they changed it to โ€œfaculty deans,โ€ but thatโ€™s just a tasty little side dish to the main course of this remembrance). While we were being served by the Dunster House cafeteria staffโ€”the black ladies from Haiti and Boston who ran the line daily (I still remember Jackieโ€™s kindness and warmth to this day)โ€”Master Sally mused out loud how proud they must be to be serving the nationโ€™s best and brightest. I donโ€™t know if they heard her, but I did, and it made me uncomfortable and sick. The point here is, if youโ€™ve never been blindsided when you are just trying to enjoy a meal by a well-paid faculty memberโ€™s patronizing and racist assumptions about how grateful black people must feel to be in their presence, you have white privilege.

  • While I was writing on a television show in my 30s, my new white male bossโ€”who had only known me for a few daysโ€”had unbeknownst to me told another writer on staff he thought I was conceited, didnโ€™t know as much I thought I did, and didnโ€™t have the talent I thought I had. And what exactly had happened in those few days? I disagreed with a pitch where he suggested our lead female character carelessly leave a potholder on the stove, burning down her apartment. This character being a professional caterer. When what he said about me was revealed months later (by then heโ€™d come to respect and rely on me), he apologized for prejudging me because I was a black woman. I told him he was ignorant and clearly had a lot to learn. It was a good talk because he was remorseful and open. But the point here is, if youโ€™ve never been on the receiving end of a bossโ€™s prejudiced, uninformed โ€œhow dare she question my ideasโ€ badmouthing based on solely on his ego and your race, you have white privilege.

  • On my very first date with my now husband, I climbed into his car and saw baby wipes on the passenger-side floor. He said he didnโ€™t have kids, they were just there to clean up messes in the car. I twisted to secure my seatbelt and saw a stuffed animal in the rear window. I gave him a look. He said, โ€œI promise, I donโ€™t have kids. Thatโ€™s only there so I donโ€™t get stopped by the police.โ€ He then told me that when he drove home from work late at night, he was getting stopped by cops constantly because he was a black man in a luxury car and they assumed that either it was stolen or he was a drug dealer. When he told a cop friend about this, Warren was told to put a stuffed animal in the rear window because it would change โ€œhis profileโ€ to that of a family man and he was much less likely to be stopped. The point here is, if youโ€™ve never had to mask the fruits of your success with a floppy-eared, stuffed bunny rabbit so you wonโ€™t get harassed by the cops on the way home from your gainful employment (or never had a first date start this way), you have white privilege.

  • Six years ago, I started a Facebook page that has grown into a website called Good Black News because I was shocked to find there were no sites dedicated solely to publishing the positive things black people do. (And let me explain here how biased the coverage of mainstream media is in case you donโ€™t already have a clueโ€”as I curate, I canโ€™t tell you how often I have to swap out a storyโ€™s photo to make it as positive as the content. Photos published of black folks in mainstream media are very often sullen- or angry-looking. Even when itโ€™s a positive story! I also have to alter headlines constantly to 1) include a personโ€™s name and not have it just be โ€œBlack Man Wins Settlementโ€ or โ€œCarnegie Hall Gets 1st Black Board Member,โ€ or 2) rephrase it from a subtle subjugator like โ€œABC taps Viola Davis as Series Leadโ€ to โ€œViola Davis Lands Lead on ABC Showโ€ as is done for, say, Jennifer Aniston or Steven Spielberg. I also receive a fair amount of highly offensive racist trolling. I donโ€™t even respond. I block and delete ASAP. The point here is, if youโ€™ve never hadย to rewrite stories and headlines or swap photos while being trolled by racists when all youโ€™re trying to do on a daily basis is promote positivity and share stories of hope and achievement and justice, you have white privilege.

  • OK, Jason, thereโ€™s more, but Iโ€™m exhausted. And my kids need dinner. Remembering and reliving many of these moments has been a strain and a drain (and, again, this ainโ€™t even the half or the worst of it). But I hope my experiences shed some light for you on how institutional and personal racism have affected the entire life of a friend of yours to whom youโ€™ve only been respectful and kind. I hope what Iโ€™ve shared makes you realize itโ€™s not just strangers, but people you know and care for who have suffered and are suffering because we are excluded from the privilege you have not to be judged, questioned, or assaulted in any way because of your race.

    As to you โ€œbeing part of the problem,โ€ trust me, nobody is mad at you for being white. Nobody. Just like nobody should be mad at me for being black. Or female. Or whatever. But what IS being asked of you is to acknowledge that white privilege DOES exist and not only to treat people of races that differ from yours โ€œwith respect and humor,โ€ but also to stand up for fair treatment and justice, not to let โ€œjokesโ€ or โ€œoff-colorโ€ comments by friends, co-workers, or family slide by without challenge, and to continually make an effort to put yourself in someone elseโ€™s shoes, so we may all cherish and respect our unique and special contributions to society as much as we do our common ground.

    With much love and respect,


    This article was originally published by Good Black News. It has been edited for YES! Magazine.ย 

    Lori Lakin Hutchersonย wrote this article for Good Black News. Lori is the editor-in-chief at GBN.ย