Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Bring Them Down

I am delighted by the destruction being visited upon Confederate monuments in the South.

I can't think of any other place in the world where a losing side is so celebrated.

Look world, we had this war and got our butts handed to us! Hurrah for the South!

I've been thinking about what it must feel like as a person of color to see a bunch of white fuckwits trying to defend these statues with talk about heritage.

So yeah, let's look at that heritage.

To adopt the distorted Southern perspective you would need to do the following:

In order to be proud of losers you want to romanticize them as much as possible. To do this, make sure the local history books are filled with stories of how noble and gentlemanly they were.

You'll need to have an organization like the United Daughters of the Confederacy which will offer prize money to the young lady who can write the best essay about the bravery of her great-great- great grandpappy who fought the rebel scum with dignity.

To reinforce the romance of the old South you'll feature a yearly Springtime event where families get into their cars and drive out to the plantations to see the dogwoods and azaleas in bloom. To highlight the wholesomeness of this event you'll have a bunch of young white girls in hoop skirts, gloves and bonnets smile and wave at the passing cars. (Aren't those delicate Southern belles the best? So feminine. So unthreatening.)

When giving tours of said plantation houses you focus on the splendor and charm of the Big House. At no time will you allow the visitors to wander off out the back where the row of rundown shacks are located. If a visitor does manage to escape out there you'll laugh musically, redirect them to the official tour and mumble something about "tool sheds."

When teaching Southern history to older students you'll stress the fact that less than 1% of all wealthy people in the South owned slaves with the takeaway being that the Civil War couldn't possibly have been about slavery. You'll ignore the fact that during the time even the poorest of white trash had higher status than black folks and that every white person in the region benefited from an economy that thrived off of slave labor.

You'll use special terms to refer to this period of time. It wasn't a "Civil War" it was the "War Against Northern Aggression". It wasn't about the spread and existence of slavery, it was about "States Rights." Never mind if those rights let one type of person own another or let lawmakers draft discriminatory legislation which disenfranchised black people from sharing white spaces and having the right to vote.

When choosing a bumper sticker for the back of your pick up truck you will add the one with the Confederate flag that says, "Heritage, Not Hate." You will abruptly change the subject when an outsider asks why no black people fly or embrace this flag.

To avoid awkward mental exercises, you'll surround yourself with  like minded company. This will allow you to regularly proclaim that The South Will Rise Again! As everyone around you "gets" what you are saying you will be saved from having to explain exactly what this means or what it would look like.

Follow these tips and you'll be fantasizing over the character of the losing side in no time!
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Please tune in next time as I explore why so many members of the "master race" seem to be paunchy, weak chinned, illiterate, omega males with shithouse tattoos.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

An Email To Jacinda

When I first moved to New Zealand I spent my free time working as a DJ.

One evening I saw a talk show featuring a young woman named Jacinda Ardern who was a politician and a DJ.

She was on her way to play at a music festival and I thought I would write her a short note of support.

I wrote to say I was also a DJ who had come to the country to pursue a PhD.

She wrote back with a kind and encouraging reply and I have liked her ever since.

I was always interested in learning more about politics in this country but had a slower progression in making up my mind on which party I wanted to affiliate with.

Unlike the U.S. where there is a stark difference between Democrats and Republicans, the National and Labour parties here are not as polarized.

You never hear either side discussing abortion or whether or not Jesus should be put back into the public schools.

But there was one clear winner for me and it was the Labour party.

Their policies are socialist and they have some of the most inspiring women serving as MPs.

I am thinking of the amazing Poto Williams who was once a single mother and who serves as Labour's spokesperson on the issues of sexual assault and family violence. I had a chance to speak with her at a Young Labour meeting in Christchurch and again when she came to speak at the uni during Wahine week.

I am thinking of former deputy leader Annette King who had empathy for the plight of my friend with the wrongful conviction and who shared a story of a similar act that happened within her own family.

And I am thinking of the amazing Jacinda Ardern who recently became the leader of the party and will become our next Prime Minister if Labour forms the majority government in Parliament.

I am also thinking of my local Labour candidate Tony Condon who has let me help out with his campaign and invited me to go to speaking events with him and see how politics works behind the scenes. He is a wise man of excellent character.

After the embarrassing shit show that is the Trump presidency, it's incredibly soothing to see so many wonderful people standing up to lead this country in a progressive direction.