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April 28, 2023

A funny story.

Back in the days of Watergate, I was about 15, and we had a female Siamese cat who LOVED to sit in Dad's rocking chair in front of the fireplace. If he wasn't in the chair, she was. And all too often, Dad was having to evict her so he could sit in it.

One particular day, I was sitting on the hearth beside the fireplace, reading the evening newspaper. Dad came in, and had to evict the cat from the chair to sit down. The cat was looking daggers at him for it, when I read something that got my attention. I put the paper down on the floor in front of the cat, pointed to a line, and said, "Here, Fufu, read that!" She looked where I had pointed, then looked back at me, and gave out the most plaintive "Mrrow?!?" ever heard, and gave me a look that said, "How could you do that to me?"

Mom asked me what the paper said, and I told her it was a humorous columnist saying that at his house, "executive privilege" meant that the dad had the right to throw the cat out of the easy chair.

I don't think the cat ever forgave me!

January 16, 2023

Letter from a Birmingham Jail

For several months, I have refrained from posting on DU because I wanted my 20,000th post here to be something meaningful to myself and the DU community. Of the many ideas I have had for my 20,000th post, I have had a hard time fleshing out exactly what I wanted to say, and due to circumstances, I had little time to work out my thoughts. But today, on the day celebrating Rev. Martin Luther King's birthday, I thought this historic document would be worthy of this milestone post; its historical significance cannot be denied. It is truly a landmark in the cause of civil rights and justice. I know that many of you have read it, perhaps multiple times. But many have not, and ALL should read it. So I am providing some links to the actual text of it, and quoting some important excerpts. Please, if you haven't read this missive of freedom and justice, do it TODAY! If you have read it, please read it again for renewed inspiration to continue the work that Dr. King gave his life for.

Here are some links to the "Letter from a Birmingham Jail":

I think I should indicate why I am here In Birmingham, since you have been influenced by the view which argues against "outsiders coming in."...more basically, I am in Birmingham because injustice is here...I am cognizant of the interrelatedness of all communities and states. I cannot sit idly by in Atlanta and not be concerned about what happens in Birmingham. Injustice anywhere is a threat to justice everywhere. We are caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied in a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly, affects all indirectly. Never again can we afford to live with the narrow, provincial "outside agitator" idea. Anyone who lives inside the United States can never be considered an outsider anywhere within its bounds.
It is unfortunate that demonstrations are taking place in Birmingham, but it is even more unfortunate that the city's white power structure left the Negro community with no alternative....Birmingham is probably the most thoroughly segregated city in the United States. Its ugly record of brutality is widely known. Negroes have experienced grossly unjust treatment in the courts. There have been more unsolved bombings of Negro homes and churches in Birmingham than in any other city in the nation. These are the hard, brutal facts of the case. On the basis of these conditions, Negro leaders sought to negotiate with the city fathers. But the latter consistently refused to engage in good-faith negotiation....As in so many past experiences, our hopes had been blasted, and the shadow of deep disappointment settled upon us. We had no alternative except to prepare for direct action, whereby we would present our very bodies as a means of laying our case before the conscience of the local and the national community....My friends, I must say to you that we have not made a single gain civil rights without determined legal and nonviolent pressure. Lamentably, it is an historical fact that privileged groups seldom give up their privileges voluntarily. Individuals may see the moral light and voluntarily give up their unjust posture; but, as Reinhold Niebuhr has reminded us, groups tend to be more immoral than individuals.

We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct-action campaign that was "well timed" in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word "Wait!" It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This "Wait" has almost always meant "Never." We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that "justice too long delayed is justice denied."

We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God-given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jetlike speed toward gaining political independence, but we stiff creep at horse-and-buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging dark of segregation to say, "Wait." But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate-filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can't go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: "Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?"; when you take a cross-country drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading "white" and "colored"; when your first name becomes "nigger," your middle name becomes "boy" (however old you are) and your last name becomes "John," and your wife and mother are never given the respected title "Mrs."; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you go forever fighting a degenerating sense of "nobodiness" then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.


Wow. Res ipsa loquitur.

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