IT’S FRIDAY, and one of the oldest blog traditions I can think of is where we shake out the spirit with la música! I don’t always follow it, but I think it arose out of an organic need. So many of us follow such dire happenings day after day…it is taxing. We must fight on! And also, we must dance.
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THE ANTI-IMMIGRANT/Anti-Mexican/Anti-Latino/Anti-Reason crowd was holding down the Sane and Well-Meaning façade more or less okay…until one of their own pushed it a little too far and went on a little murder spree against a Mexican American family. Now? The façade falls a bit more. Now the naked, grimy cheekbones jut out.
WHO WILL GIVE THE DEMOCRATS A TOUGH TALK? Who will tell them that in order to rise above the well-entrenched practices of the Right, they will need to be daring, intelligent, and original? Who will assure them they possess the ability to be both honest and victorious?
NATION OF IMMIGRANTS, MEET LAND OF OPPORTUNITY. It is a combination that has sometimes resulted in some amazing happenings. Behold the United States of America, itself! Although to tell the true story of “America,” we’d have to talk about a whole lot of exploitation of brown people, wouldn’t we?
I SAT IN ON a White House debriefing conference call on Friday, and took notes. I’ll write on that soon, and talk about my own thoughts, hopes, and fears on the issue. For now, here’s a New America Media op ed on why the time for immigration is now.
CLOSING OUT OUR WEEKEND OF TRIBUTE to Michael Jackson, here’s one of possibly the best songs about friendship, or love, or both—that exists. A lot of that is performance. It’s written for a rat, but what’s new? The footage is great, too. An old grainy version of MJ as a kid, feels like a painting in motion.
WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME you saw people all over the world gathering in crowds from Pakistan to Beijing to Chile to LA to cry and light candles? When was the last time you saw crowds from Harlem to London to San Francisco spontaneously come together to dance with joy?
I KEEP TELLING MYSELF it’s over. That twisting stab of loss…that feeling that something beautiful has left forever. I repeat to myself that all energy just changes shape and trades places…that the joy and movement and sound and love and connection will live on.
THE WEINER FAMILY makes its monies from selling hate to the masses; hate pointed and aimed at immigrants, queers, Obama, liberals, and a host of others. It’s a savage and soulless way to make a living—especially when at the same time you are raking in cash from the same people you abuse thus.
Beat me, hate me
You can never break me
Will me, thrill me
You can never kill me
All I wanna say is that they don’t really care about us
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