Race by Gender Voting Chart

We need to decide if the color of our skin matters. I was taught from a young age that the color of a person’s skin is largely irrelevant. Certainly, in a society when the color of a person’s skin may have great influence on their ability to gain wealth, we may see a correlation between more important issues and skin color. But it would seem counterproductive to classify people’s perspectives on these bigger issues by division of skin color. We know that eating ice cream doesn’t lead to murders just as we should know that color of skin does not determine for whom we vote.


What benefit does the above chart provide? It would seem to show a great division in our society. Where we find division, we can insert efforts to unite. So the above chart may prove extremely useful in helping us better understand where to begin in our efforts to unite. But the post on which I found this chart would seem to aim to use it as means of condemnation:

Wvite women still whvte women-ing. Always upholding white supremacy to keep their privilege. I don’t want to see whvte women marching in pussy hats in January. Y’all are more worried about putting stickers on RACIST Susan B Anthony’s grave than collecting your fellow yt women. It’s been two years. What have y’all been doing other than performative activism photo ops? Goodbye.”

First off, the author of this post is lumping all “white” women together: “I don’t want to see whvte women marching in pussy hats in January.” But what about the 39% who voted for Beto? It would seem to be the author’s assertion that “white” women should be working to convert other white women. But why does this responsibility fall more on “white” women than it does on any other classification of person on this chart? When we see the color of our skin as the arbitrary division I believe it to be, we may see this chart as a symptom of a deeper problem in our society.


That $50,000 annual income marker that divides people who voted for Obama and people who voted for McCain falls almost exactly between the division of annual income between Latino and “white” people. As Democrats traditionally work to spread the wealth and provide social services for those in need and Republicans traditionally work to keep taxes low, it is easy to see how a person’s income may affect their political affiliation. The color of our skin doesn’t matter. The only color that matters is green. Pointing fingers only works to create division. We are not each other’s enemies. We’ve just been tricked into believing we are. There is no scarcity of resources except the one which has been made:


When we, the blue and the green on this chart, divide against other blue and green as a result of an arbitrary classification like skin color, we enable that 1% to maintain their power. This country is not a Democratic-Republic. It is an Oligarchy. How we vote doesn’t have a huge effect on our world as long as money plays the part it is playing in our political system.

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Cherie and Inspector Capo

In the early 1800s there grew a problem of inmates in French prisons disappearing from their cells. The head of the French Bureau of Prisons, a woman by the name of Cherie, vowed to the French people that she would put a stop to this. It was uncommon for French men to address unmarried French women by their first names and not “Mademoiselle “. It was even more uncommon for a woman to hold such a position of authority. But Cherie was in a position of authority that granted she be called whatever she asked to be called. In Cherie’s effort to fix a seemingly broken prison system, she reached out to an American by the name of Inspector Capo. Inspector Capo had a reputation for being the best in his business. As the United States seemed rather eager to lock up their citizens, there was no shortage of prisons, or “pens”, to inspect. It was common to refer to prisons as pens. This worked to dehumanize the prizoners. They were like animals, kept safe in their pens. This was something most who worked in any prison system agreed upon. Cherie and Inspector Capo developed a 10 scale rating system for security of the French prisons. Inspector Capo would give a thorough review of each prison and then give Cherie his final grade: “I give this pen an 8, Cherie… This pen is a 7, Cherie.” Soon bribery won out over Inspector Capo’s pride. As soon as all prison grades turned into 10s, Inspector Capo could return to the United Staes with stories of success and Cherie could tell the French people she had done her job. Cherie hired French-born inspectors to keep up the charade. They didn’t understand the meaning of the syllables, but they knew what to say: “Pen a ten Cherie”. And so the term “Penitentiary” was born.

Ourself

My experience with cancer changed something inside me. I refuse to deny the connection between us, that we are all a part of the greater. Division and isolation are lies. The greatest truth is that we are all parts of God. Sanaya Roman said “What you love is a sign from your higher self of what you are to do”. I love showing people love. I love helping those I can. While a large part of our society would seem to adhere to the idea that we should look out for ourselves, I believe we should look out for ourself, the one and only, the greater self.

An Interaction With Insanity

We each told you we were God. Witnessing us as individuals, you concluded only one, if any of us, could be right. So you gave us chemicals you called “medicine”. And we learned to deny the very real experience of being God. Of course, what you failed to see was that we were all God, the one in plural forms. We weren’t claiming divinity over you, but rather inviting you to experience the divinity within yourselves. How do we describe color to a person who has never experienced it? We use terms that describe feelings the colors invoke. We look to the physical world to point out representations of these colors. How do we explain the very real experience of being God? It is in us and all around us. It is in you and in me. We have never known what it was to not be a part of God and can’t imagine what it would be to not be. But we know how our holding this piece of knowledge to be absolute fact troubles you. You have grown so accustomed to your skin, to this illusion of division. You compete with each other, never understanding you are only taking from yourself. You, so certain of your grasp on reality only because you are too afraid to consider that the nature of reality is beyond your comprehension. And you will call it Shizophrenia because your reality is different from mine. But I may argue that you are insain as you repeat the same actions, fighting, killing, dying for your beliefs, and expect different results.

3lation

Slow morning

New light

Fair warning

All alright

Galaxy blue

3 elation

Falling into

Quick vibration

Bodies so new

Short gestation

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We were born to rattle this Earth

To make humankind see it’s worth

From the stars, we’ve known it since birth

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We’re breaking boxes

Not Breaking banks

We’re chasing dreams

Not dollar signs

Brothers and sisters,

let’s not be slaves

Celestial bodies

We must shine

And we’re falling

Head above

They’re calling

For our love

Strength in number

Because we are one

The dawn of echoes of breath from the sun

The ELS show has begun

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

3 elation

Explosions of light

Fires that consumes the whole night

Fingers tremble

We are all alright

Can you feel it?

We can feel it

We’re breaking boxes

Not Breaking banks

We’re chasing dreams

Not dollar signs

Brothers and sisters,

let’s not be slaves

Celestial bodies

We must shine

It’s a ripple effect

A seed in a pond

And we aren’t home yet

No, so far beyond

We’re breaking boxes

We’re chasing dreams

Brothers and sisters

We must shine

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Planet of Phils

There was once a male human who went by the name of Phil. He had been on the planet Earth for 33 years and had mostly European ancestry. Of course these characteristics were anything but remarkable as every other person on planet Earth was a 33 year old male human who went by the name of Phil and had mostly European ancestry. Phil ached for something he could not define. And even though all Phils loved each other, or maybe because they did, they all ached for this missing piece of life, this thing like love. Phil knew this thing like love was closely tied with another thing, a physical act he called sex. Phil knew he was not sexually attracted to the other Phil’s, but could not fathom how something or someone sexually attractive to him would look. Every day was exactly as the day before. Every moment was the same as the moment before. The Earth was a completely smooth sphere. There was no East and no West. There was no North or South. There was no beginning and no end. And because difference held the potential for division, everything was exactly the same. But the Phils knew difference was also means to beauty. The Phils were brave and, one day the Phils rebelled against normality in an effort to create this thing they felt was missing. Some Phils shaved thier heads. Others grew their hair very long. Some of the long-haired Phils dyed their hair odd colors. Then Phils began dying their clothes. Their where Phils who wore blue and Phils who wore pink. There were other Phils who wore green and still others who wore grey. Some decided to spend their days in the sun, while others spent their days in the shade. Then Phils began changing their names. Some went by Frank and others by Sara, and still others went by Rasheed and others by Serin. They became male and female. They discovered sexual attraction and then sex. They became heterosexual and homosexual. Soon, new generations were born. They had forgotten that they were once all Phils and they fought over their differences. But, as a result of these differences, or maybe in spite of them, the planet Earth was, for the first time, truly beautiful.

Conversation Between Wolves

“Damnit Vincent I’m serious! Don’t go down there.” Samuel says, “They already got willie! Them sheep ain’t like other sheep.”
Vincent laughs, “You must be high.” as he trots down the hill toward the herd.
Samuel follows reluctantly.
“Look Samuel, there’s no Shepard. These sheep are sitting ducks.”
“Don’t you think that is a little suspicious?!” Samuel insists.
“You’re starting to piss me off!”, Vincent snaps.
Vincent disappears into the herd. A few seconds latter sounds of fighting erupt from the block of sheep. Then the sound of a dog yipping and whimpering. A sheep skips out to the edge of the herd, its face drenched in blood and the leg of a wolf hanging from its mouth. The sheep chews calmly as it stares unflinchingly at Samuel.

A Philosophical Writing on the Futility of Philosophical Writing

‘Usually when people are sad, they don’t do anything. They just cry over their condition. But when they get angry, they bring about a change.’ — Malcolm X. As writing may be used as a tool of releasing anger, to write may be counterproductive.

Philosophers put pen to paper or, more often lately, hit keys on a keyboard often in an attempt to inspire change. But what change does this writing realy inspire? Those of us who aim to create change actually work toward change; We don’t sit around telling others what they should do.

So what does writing accomplish? In most cases – nothing. It only spills our most valuable insights into our notebooks and laptops only providing us with a false sense of accomplishment and relieving us of our need to see real change.

Man Alive

Babies sleep
As we grow older
Eyes open

Children we
Ache for legs to stand
Stand up now

Fault the shrub
For not being tall
Is no tree

Whisper pain
Come to life again
Green from snow

Yell warning
Try to cut us down
Timbres grow

Stronger now
Weeds will not be pulled
Man alive