In America today and in other places around the world, the tormented hound called bigotry barks loudly...and incessantly. The resounding terror of its constant noise sometimes shake to its very foundations the communal aspirations of a world that yearns for greater civility. But beyond the terrorizing bark of the hound of bigotry; reality bites.
The inevitability of change is a fact of life staring down the pack of tormented barkers across the lines that they have drawn in the ever shifting sand of their tenuous reality. Day by day, year by passing year, they find themselves having to rationalize their irrationality to a world evolving to greater degrees of moral and cultural literacy.
We no longer need to psychoanalyze the bigot. That work has been done, and what we know for sure is that beneath the mask of terror that the hater wears is a soft yellow core of fear. Beyond the show of force that they must constantly exhibit, is an insecurity that finds its reason for being at the very base of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
They find threats everywhere outside of their ever shrinking world. The more that world shrinks, the louder their bark. But that bark will eventually become a whimper... That is the inevitable destiny of the pathetic course that they have chosen. Racism and its expressive bigotry is the function of a way of seeing that bets the viability of its own existence on the oppression of "others". In the words of Robert Nesta Marley:
"Now the weak must get strong,... Oh what a tribulation!"
There are white men in the South today with the Confederate flag tattooed all over their bodies whose children and grandchildren proudly and lovingly bear the children of black men. That resounding “Oh shit!” you hear is symbolic of their consternation. In ever-changing circumstances like these it is up to these old soldiers to opt for their own redemption by learning to love their children's children. We have had a President of these United States of America, Barack Hussein Obama, who is a living testament to this reality.
The "facts on the ground" of American life are about to overtake "the lines in the sand" of an unsustainable legacy of fear. And fear, my friends, is the womb in which hate is carried. The shaking ground that we feel from time to time is a precursor to ...and a cause of the necessary abortion that must be effected to save the lives of the bearers of this terrible offspring of a developmentally warped way of being.
The inevitability of change is a fact of life staring down the pack of tormented barkers across the lines that they have drawn in the ever shifting sand of their tenuous reality. Day by day, year by passing year, they find themselves having to rationalize their irrationality to a world evolving to greater degrees of moral and cultural literacy.
We no longer need to psychoanalyze the bigot. That work has been done, and what we know for sure is that beneath the mask of terror that the hater wears is a soft yellow core of fear. Beyond the show of force that they must constantly exhibit, is an insecurity that finds its reason for being at the very base of Maslow's hierarchy of needs.
They find threats everywhere outside of their ever shrinking world. The more that world shrinks, the louder their bark. But that bark will eventually become a whimper... That is the inevitable destiny of the pathetic course that they have chosen. Racism and its expressive bigotry is the function of a way of seeing that bets the viability of its own existence on the oppression of "others". In the words of Robert Nesta Marley:
"Now the weak must get strong,... Oh what a tribulation!"
There are white men in the South today with the Confederate flag tattooed all over their bodies whose children and grandchildren proudly and lovingly bear the children of black men. That resounding “Oh shit!” you hear is symbolic of their consternation. In ever-changing circumstances like these it is up to these old soldiers to opt for their own redemption by learning to love their children's children. We have had a President of these United States of America, Barack Hussein Obama, who is a living testament to this reality.
The "facts on the ground" of American life are about to overtake "the lines in the sand" of an unsustainable legacy of fear. And fear, my friends, is the womb in which hate is carried. The shaking ground that we feel from time to time is a precursor to ...and a cause of the necessary abortion that must be effected to save the lives of the bearers of this terrible offspring of a developmentally warped way of being.
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