The first ‘fight of the century’

Reference song:

 

Once upon a time, not long ago,
When White people wore pajamas and lynched Black lives slow,

There was a Black man who was the heavyweight champ,
Who punched in boxing gloves without an aide-de-camp.

Strange fruit was hanging from the trees in the South,
While he kept punching White people in the mouth.

He took the champ’s belt in 1908,
But it was the 1910 fight that was truly great.

An ex-champ, offended by this Black man’s cool,
Took back to fighting – to end his rule.

 

 

“I am going into this fight for the sole purpose of proving that a white man is better than a negro.”

 

 

And so they threatened and bribed the reigning king,
To pick up his gloves and get back into the ring.

 

 

…And he did.
…And they fought.
…And he won.

…And White people rioted and killed.
…And Black people celebrated.

…On the Fourth of July.

 

 

 

Jack Johnson was not perfect, that is certainly true,
but he won against White men, and fought Jim Crow too.

The struggle for freedom has never been easy,
And Black excellence has a way of making White people queasy.

So, some words of advice from this White/Puerto Rican,
to those who ‘just so happen’ to not hear when POC are speakin’:

Listen to those that take the lead.
As they do what they do – pay attention, take heed.

There are brilliant lights burning bright today,
You should know who they are; their names I won’t cé.

We need to get it together, get ourselves in formation.
We need to exorcise the racial demons of our nation.

Genocide of native people built this house we live in,
And Black blood and tears made the chairs we sit in.

Almost all of our money was never ours,
Except through murder and abuse of power.

 

But please understand: no one needs your anxiety.
Racism is a drug – we need White sobriety.

So let’s have some talks, but mostly let’s listen.
And give some of our pots to those without one to piss in.

 

And the next time you hear a Jack Johnson song:
Maybe take a little moment before you sing along.

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A brief comment on the NFL protest conflicts before returning to blogging hibernation

This article about the NFL and ESPN getting (for lack of a better word) pwned by Trump’s trolling makes me wanna make something clear.

The NFL and ESPN are in this situation completely by their own hand.

By being a ‘national’ brand with a heavily white consumer basebased largely on watching black violence/athletic excellence – those two are pretty inseparable with football – and living up to a legacy of old-tyme control by old white men in sports (as one example, the right to free agency was not given freely), the NFL has been a particularly nasty powder keg of corporate-based racial exploitation for quite a long time.

 

OTOH, ESPN’s foundational business model was basically running NFL (and other sports, but this is America) clips. And now they’re so dependent on anger-inciting and often race-baiting ‘hot takes’ that this ended up seeming like a good idea.

(For context, Stephen A. Smith is something like mainstream sports journalism’s professional angry black man.

I grew up reading his newspaper columns, and what little I’ve seen of his national work seems pretty much of the same cut as I can remember his columns being. Which isn’t a compliment.)

 

In conclusion:

The NFL has been an evil, racist business for longer than I’ve been alive.

ESPN’s daytime programming has become mostly built around building up and sating the resentments of older and/or ‘racist-y’ white men.

And now Trump is feeding the racist beast better than them, and they’re in some pretty serious double-binds as a result.

If you were ever looking for an example of corporate karma, this is a pretty solid one.

On selective enforcement

I’m amused at seeing that a Fox News person commented on how ‘nobody’ seriously believes that the DREAMers are going to be deported en masse.

What I want to illustrate is how full enforcement is not actually the regulatory point of mass de-legalization measures and immigration regulation in general, any more than it is the point of a 40-page terms of use agreement for a website, or marijuana being a maximally illegal drug in federal law.

 

The service of undocumented immigration to the country has been the creation of an exploitable underclass. It has served as a system in which any ‘good citizen’ – an employer, a roommate, a police officer – has the looming shadow of deportation and lack of legal standing to leverage against an undocumented immigrant.

This is much of why the system of people in desperate limbo has developed – perhaps more accurately, was federally created in recent decades.

The status quo is not an accident; the intermediate state of selective enforcement against ‘illegal immigrants’ benefits those in power, maintaining an ‘un-American’ underclass of America for political, racial, and economic benefit.

(Side note: It’s also a way for malignant narcissists to make vulnerable women their wives.)

 

The beauty of DREAMers was their having moved away from a life of danger and insecurity to an intermediate state in which they could actually live freely. It was a state in which the government promised them that they would not be deported, and in which they could live like human beings worthy of legal rights and respect.

This is what has been taken away.

 

To argue for what is legal in the context of undocumented immigration is to be sociopathically disinterested in human beings existing in relation to forces that can buy the law or lack thereof, as well as the country’s history of racial discrimination and dehumanization enshrined into law.

It is not a coincidence that Immigration and Customs Enforcement, the overseers of the corrupted edge of the nation’s laws, physical boundaries, and economic needs, is more horrible and fascist than most people would like to imagine could exist in the ‘land of the free’.

Their job is to enact the violence necessary to keep things profitable for corporations and racist for white people.

The violence of ICE is the foreseeable outcome of the formalized neglect and exploitation of undocumented folks, born of greed and racism, that is older than I am.

 

And now, DREAMers are being told that, despite their lovable and impossibly perfect efforts in seeking to be treated with dignity and respect, they deserve to be thrown to our American wolves.

If they piss off the wrong ‘good citizen’, of course.

Because in the shadows, they can be useful;

they can be used.

Some hearsay about Donald Trump

I happen to have spent a significant amount of time in poker rooms in my life. This has led to a variety of, let’s say interesting, conversations and interactions, but given that the Trump/Russia scandal is coming to fruition, I felt moved to make a note of this story about Donald Trump that I overheard from the winter of 2015-2016, when his campaign existed, but was still primarily perceived as a humorous sideshow.

(One is more inclined to believe a story about Donald Trump to be true when overhead in a poker room than in most other places that are accessible to ‘common folk’.)


 

The story is that Donald Trump was being asked about his tax returns.

The question was: did he cheat on them?

Donald’s answer was reportedly, to the best of my recollection:

“Of course! I cheat at golf, I cheat on my wives, of course I cheat on my taxes!”

 

It felt like a true story, not least because I was in a reasonably upscale poker room, where that sort of thing would be treated as funny.

I am given to writing about what happened in Charlottesville last weekend.

I am going to do that by articulating my disgust with (the vast majority of) white liberalism.

 

Let’s start with liberalism as a political philosophy.

To be a liberal is, most briefly, to believe that freedom is a very good thing and to be prioritized in political dilemmas, with the balance that people are in some fundamental way/s equal. The whole idea of ‘freedom’ as we understand it in the US of A is an articulation of this premise; our nation’s ideals are pretty well in parallel with France’s national motto from the French Revolution, which translates as “Liberty, equality, fraternity/brotherhood”.

Liberty is the freedom for everyone to do what they want; equality is everyone being legally equal to one another, in opposition to a formal royalty; fraternity is group unity in love and solidarity. This pretty well outlines what it means to be an American, given that the French Revolution was a sibling of the American one.

 

I tend to focus on how, because the USA is a settler nation and doesn’t have ancestral roots on the land it exists on, we are pretty fucking serious about being a nation of ideals and values. France certainly has those values, but it also has a cultural ancestry and history extending thousands of years. Meanwhile, the United States of America is the product of genocidal colonization and enslavement of people of African ethnic extraction.*

Put frankly, we don’t really have a cultural right to be here except with some amount of ‘might makes right’.

This country, and its non-indigenous American citizens, are here because of morally bankrupt white people who were really good at killing indigenous people in their way, and enslaving Black people, for God and money.

Which is why white Americans can get pretty… intense about what a great country we are.

(* – Make no mistake, chattel slavery is as essential to this country’s existence as colonization of the land. Black enslavement was fundamental to the British colonies’ existence more than 100 years before the Declaration of Independence; Black blood was the fuel of our rise to a global power; racism in general and anti-Blackness specifically remain the most fundamental engine of our national wealth. This country exists in a form that we would find recognizable because of the subjugation and violent abuse of people of the social class now referred to as Black.)

 

I say all that as preface to saying this:

White liberals, please know that the events of this weekend in Charlottesville were a product of the political and economic systems that were created for your benefit, set forth in light of the ideals you value and hold dear.

Nazis and white supremacists are allowed to promote their ideals and values because free speech.

Nazis and white supremacists around the country are allowed to organize a meet-up in a Southern town that they don’t actually give two fucks about because freedom of association.

They’re allowed to file for official permits and be guarded by police, who may or may not do anything about them beating the crap out of counter-protestors, because freedom of assembly.

And when one of them kills someone with his car, that neo-Nazi has the right to argue in court that, no, actually, he was just so helpless and scared that he had no choice but to run dozens of people over, and Heather Meyer’s death, while tragic (*cough* fat, useless slut *cough*), was the result of understandable and acceptable actions by the defendant that were in no way criminal.

 

Though apparently it’s from a July white supremacist rally (who can keep track of them all?), this picture is a reflection of liberal values in practice:

black cop KKK.jpg

To white liberals:

Are you okay with that?

Are you okay with that man being in danger for his physical health and life if he isn’t wearing a police uniform?

Because, unfortunately, I don’t see your political values doing much to make this situation go away.

Hell, faith, and rap, part 1

I am a trans woman.

I am also a survivor of early childhood sexual abuse.

Both these traits have made it so that my life has been lived in a parallel universe to other people – one where I can’t connect to the experiences of other people, and struggle to understand how other people function, feel, and relate.


 

One aspect of my survival experience has been finding the importance of faith – that faith is a deadly necessary thing to live my life.

For me, faith is a very literal experience. When I’m triggered, I lose track of what I did two seconds ago. And despite being a math genius, I am unable to do basic reasoning at the level of simple addition.

And I don’t know whether someone being nice to me is caring about me, seeking to entrap me in a fate worse than death – or both.

Being able to write these words is the product of over 11 years of psychological, emotional, physical, and spiritual torture that leaves me very grounded about the nature of hell.


 

Since before I knew it was I was seeking, my life has been devoted to finding fellow-travelers in life-altering and unjust suffering.

This has led me to a passion and love for African-American culture, especially music.

African-American culture speaks to a depth and vastness of suffering – a genocidal oppression, inherited for centuries, with experience and wisdom passed on in word and deed with love, faith, and hope for a better future – that I can imagine much more accurately than most White folks.

On one side, my traumatic experience was bounded to my individual experience; on the other, my experience as a gender-variant person situates me in a realm of experiences of searching for self and meaning throughout human history, and facing social judgment and ostracism with parallels across many – but absolutely not all – cultures and societies.

In any case, my journey has led me to seek the qualities of game-changing creative power, faith amidst strife, and authenticity.

And in the USA’s popular culture, I find those things most deeply in rap music.


 

My introduction to rap culture was through Girl Talk’s Feed The Animals – an album mixing rap verses with instrumental samples from across popular music. Though my exposure was mediated by a white artist’s musical aesthetic, hearing the words and raw emotion of then-modern rappers as well as the classics was a transformative experience.

Some of the verses were disturbing and highly triggering; some were too pained, emotional, or white-guilt-inducing for me to process. Most were moving and affecting on a level I had not ever previously experienced, alongside instrumentals and beats that I loved whether or not I knew where they were from.

It’s not an understatement to say that Feed The Animals changed my life for the better at a fundamental level.

It also led me to the second verse of Wu-Tang Clan’s “Cash Rules Everything Around Me”:

It’s been twenty-two long hard years, I’m still strugglin’
Survival got me buggin’, but I’m alive on arrival
I peep at the shape of the streets
And stay awake to the ways of the world ’cause shit is deep
A man with a dream with plans to make cream
Which failed; I went to jail at the age of fifteen
A young buck sellin’ drugs and such, who never had much
Tryin’ to get a clutch at what I could not…
The court played me short, now I face incarceration
Pacin’, goin’ upstate’s my destination
Handcuffed in the back of a bus, forty of us
Life as a shorty shouldn’t be so rough
But as the world turned I learned life is hell
Livin’ in the world no different from a cell
Every day I escape from Jakes givin’ chase
Sellin’ base, smokin’ bones in the staircase
Though I don’t know why I chose to smoke sess
I guess that’s the time when I’m not depressed
But I’m still depressed, and I ask: what’s it worth?
Ready to give up so I seek the old Earth
Who explained workin’ hard may help you maintain
To learn to overcome the heartaches and pain
We got stick-up kids, corrupt cops, and crack rocks
And stray shots, all on the block that stays hot
Leave it up to me while I be livin’ proof
To kick the truth to the young black youth
But shorty’s runnin’ wild, smokin’ sess, drinkin’ beer
And ain’t tryin’ to hear what I’m kickin’ in his ear
Neglected for now, but yo, it gots to be accepted
That what? That life is hectic

After hearing this, I didn’t understand how someone else could hear these words and not be moved to profound empathy, compassion, and commitment to ending anti-Black racism and the carceral state by this articulation of (not quite) unimaginable torment and suffering.

I still don’t.