The shape of things to come. 

So, it happened–the unthinkable. Trump is president. Trump. Is. President. Let that sink in. Take all the time you need. Done? Good, cause we’ve got work to do. 

If you peruse the current Whitehouse website, you’ll notice that climate change, human rights causes such as civil rights and LGBTQIA issues are conspicuously absent. But not to worry, Melania Trump has jewelry on offer from QVC – so there’s that. 

Oh, but one of the pressing issues for the newly minted orange overlord is to defend the honor of our men and women in blue. Yes, standing up for law enforcement is an issue. Because killing all those innocent black folks can really wear you down sometimes. 

And, his first act as overlord, he’s suspended the FHA premium cut that Obama set up to assist lower income families in affording a home. The man hasn’t been president for more than a day and he is already fucking you. You voted for it, Amerikkka. Bend over and enjoy it. 

Our country is now in the hands of a thin-skinned, megalomaniacal, authoritarian despot–who has access to the nuclear codes! 

Mourn if you must, but then pick yourself up and get busy fighting in anyway you can. Donate to Planned Parenthood, the NAACP’S legal defense fund, the National Resources Defense Fund. March and protest. Whatever you must do.

We have a long four years ahead of us, friends. 

In Defense of the Firebrand

Ideas don’t have feelings. Ideas aren’t people and should never take precedence over people. No one should ever die for having an idea, irrespective of however bad it is. Ideas can and must be critically eviscerated and viciously mocked if they are bad or even worse, deadly. Religion is an idea. It is a very bad idea. It is an idea which has held society back, celebrated willful ignorance and enables infantile wishful thinking. Religion should have been abandoned a long time ago.

I am vicious in my critique of religion. I will never relent in that endeavor. I understand that religion is deeply held for many people; it was once deeply held for me. I acknowledge for many, these ideas are sacred and must be respected, I once thought the same. But ideas won’t take umbrage when one such as I obliterates them with logic and reason. I don’t pretend to be an expert in logic and reason, but I like to think my newfound skepticism has sharpened my deadened critical thinking skills (I used to think 9/11 was an inside job–ugh).

In a prior post, I explained how I became an atheist.  It was a long, hard and frankly depressing process. I wouldn’t want it any other way, though, because it made me who I am now. The good and the bad were necessary to temper my thinking and engender within me the desire to be rational. That said, I believe there are two types of atheists. There are those who are empathetic and understanding of people’s beliefs. They go out of their way to show deference and respect to beliefs that are, frankly, barbaric.

I’m not one of those atheists.

I am the Firebrand. Currently, I am reading David Silverman’s Fighting God: An Atheist Manifesto for a Religious World. I find his take on atheist activism refreshing. He is brash, he is loud, he is brutally honest. He is a Firebrand.

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David Silverman, President of American Atheists. Photo Credit: American Atheist.

Firebrands don’t respect religion or any dogma that limits human ingenuity, compassion and progress. The three major religions of western society are Judaism, Christianity, and Islam. All three teach bigotry, hate and encourage scientific ignorance. You can probably imagine how well that goes over for me when I tell people this to their faces. No one likes an iconoclast, but some icons need to be destroyed. Remember, ideas don’t have feelings.

I honor people’s right to believe whatever they wish. When I say religion needs to die, I say this with the knowledge that this is simply my opinion and that as much as I wish for religion to take the long walk, I cannot and would not take away anyone’s rights to believe. But I never said I had to treat religion with kid gloves. Religion enjoys an unearned privilege in society. It demands respect where it would give none. It demands belief whereas it gives no proof. It demands absolution of criticism, whereas it criticizes everyone. Religion teaches us to rely on faith instead of reason. For this alone, religion is dangerous. So why is it that saying something like this in a public forum causes so much controversy? As I already stated, religion is fiercely defended against criticism because it is a deeply held belief. Humans are nothing if not creatures of habit. Much of what we do now are things we’ve done for centuries. We follow tradition because tradition is safe. We forget to learn from history, however, that tradition dictates that times always change.

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Pope Francis. Photo Credit: The Telegraph

Firebrands are assholes. I admit this. I am an asshole. Assholes expel shit, they remove bodily wastes. In this graphic sense, we’re necessary. I try very hard to be an asshole to bad ideas and not to the people who believe them. I’m not always successful, but I try. I will remain an asshole to bad ideas because assholes make people think. And, as Silverman puts it in his book, the asshole makes the empath look good by comparison. It’s a win-win for the atheist community because bad ideas are condemned and those who are offended often take solace in the company of more empathetic skeptics who listen, offer nods of agreement and then ask questions which poke holes in the believer’s logic (the Socratic method).

I am often criticized for showing disrespect to religion. I simply do not believe it deserves respect. Remember, religion is an idea and ideas don’t have feelings. Do you respect the idea that homosexuals should be put to death, because the Bible and Qur’an certainly do? Do you respect the idea that one can own slaves or sell one’s daughter into marriage if she is raped and her rapist pays her father? The Bible and Qur’an were written when women were property. How can books written in a time of such barbarity offer any contemporary wisdom in the present? Sure, there are timeless anecdotes and lessons from the scriptures which are positive. But if either book gets anything factually right, it does so by mistake; or it speaks on things which would’ve already been universally known by most people within that time period.

Religion is why the state of Kentucky can use tax payer money to build a replica Ark and be treated as a museum and given non profit status, all while employing discriminatory hiring practices. Religion is why people can continually deny climate change, vote for measures which restrict a woman’s right to chose (Ohio did, punk ass Ohio), and even control who can and who cannot get married. Virtually every religion preaches that its right and the others are wrong. The only sensible conclusion is that they’re all wrong.

Imagine a world free of disease, a world of longevity. Imagine a world where technology allows us to explore the cosmos, live a life of leisure and pursue learning. Imagine a world where racism, sexism, homophobia and misogyny are relics of a bygone era, remembered only for the purposes of not allowing them again. This is the world religion has robbed from all of us.

Damn right, I’m a Firebrand.

Top 10 reasons why it’s hard to talk to some white people about race.

Talking about race, racism and the structure of white supremacy is always hard. It’s an uncomfortable subject to broach. It “rocks the boat” as it were; it’s a major buzzkill and can seriously destroy any good vibe. I get it. It is especially difficult to talk about racism with some white people. Feelings of resentment and bitterness bubble and rise to the surface of nearly all race debates. But as much as it is uncomfortable, it is necessary. As I have said in my previous posts, race is killing us. It isn’t enough to not be racist. One must do so much more than avoid using ethnic slurs or have friends of a different ethnicity. One must be an active ally if things will ever change. So please do not read this list as an indictment against white people in general. Rather this should be read as areas which could stand some improvement. So without further adieu, I present the top 10 reasons why it is hard to discuss race with some white people

10. Whenever racism is brought up, some white folks get defensive. It’s almost as if they think PoC (People of Color) are calling THEM racists whenever the subject is broached.
9. Some white people bring up their personal and individual problems when white privilege is discussed, as if those problems somehow mitigate their privilege or remove it altogether.
8. Since white folks don’t EVER have to think about race, they have a singular consciousness and often consider complaints against racism as hyperbolic.
7. Some white people compare the Black Lives Matter movement to the Nazis or the KKK (I’m looking at you, Tomi Lahren).
6. White supremacy LOVES to pathologize the black community. So whenever police brutality is discussed, a common counter argument is so-called, “black-on-black” crime.
5. (I can’t believe this one is still used) Some racist whites don’t believe they’re racists because they have one or two black friends.
4. Some white people have no regard for culture outside of their own, so Native American headdresses are prime real estate for Halloween costumes. Black face, too.
3. White fragility.
2. Broaching the uncomfortable subject of white supremacy usually leads to some white folks wanting to discuss “black supremacy” and if there is such a thing, how it’s just as bad, if not worse, than white supremacy.
1. Some white people think they are more oppressed than PoC and that PoC are bigger racists than they are.

Does your head hurt yet?

 

Fuck 2016. No, really. Fuck 2016!

You know, as years go, 2016 was a motherfuck. Seriously, we lost so many great people. Prince, Muhammad Ali, Phife Dawg (A Tribe Called Quest), Leonard Cohen, Alan Rickman, David Bowie, Anton Yelchin, Gene Wilder, the list is too extensive to complete. We lost our collective minds and elected Donald J. Trump President of the United States of Dumbfuckistan. I thought 2015 was bad, but 2016 said, “you ain’t seen nothing yet.”

I try not to be a pessimist, but since I suffer from depression and acute stress disorder, it’s often hard to see the proverbial cup as “half full.” I can only hope that 2017 will be a little bit better. One good thing is I’ll be turning 39. That’s good because my oncologist told me when I was diagnosed with cancer at age 25, that I probably wouldn’t live to see 35 much less 40. 2017 will be a year of new beginnings for me. If Trump’s win did anything, it inspired me to do everything I want to do while I still can. Don’t ask me why. It might be because I feel a sense of ominous danger and within that space, a compulsion to write, to express myself. Within that space, I feel a sense of urgency. It’s kind of riveting in a strange way. Riveting and scary.

So, I decided to get cracking on my New Year’s Resolutions early. The hard part about resolutions is that people have too many. They seem insurmountable and intimidating. But they don’t have to be. So, I’m going to keep mine very simple. I will try to be a better person each new day than I was the day prior. I think I can stick to that. It definitely involves writing a lot more and getting out of the house more often. I have friends I haven’t seen in years. It’s time I look them up.

It’s hard, but I’m going to commit myself to being positive. I will try to see the brighter side of things. I know I will backslide, but if I keep at it, it will become like second nature. I’m going to be easier on myself. My biggest bad habit is that I beat myself up way too much over small things. I’m human and I’m prone to make mistakes. I will work hard at forgiving myself of all my sins and shortcomings.

Consistency is the key.

I don’t have to be perfect or write the greatest magnum opus. I will be happy for a story that makes a modicum of sense. I will be proud of my accomplishments instead of comparing myself to others. I am only in competition with the man I was yesterday. I will grow and I will learn and I will enjoy the journey.

2017, I tell you this only once. Don’t you ever try to fuck me. But even if you do, I will get back up, look you square in the eyes and say, “Is that all you got? You hit like a bitch.”

Stay safe everyone.

Oh what the goddamned fuck, people?

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Donald Trump. Courtesy of Wonkette

No, I will not apologize for the vulgar heading. What I will do is speak my mind. It’s no secret to many “woke” people that America is racist, sexist and xenophobic. It’s no secret to anyone who has been paying attention that there has been some significant pushback against the Civil Rights movement in the last fifteen years. Think about that timeline. Fifteen years ago, it was 2001. Are you following me? Since 9/11, America’s fear and hate has been amplified. It’s always been there, this is nothing new. But since that pivotal day, that fateful hour, our country has been mired in fear.

And now, the so-called unthinkable has happened. I say so-called because for many people, Donald Trump’s ascent to the highest office in the land was inevitable. Resentment towards the advances PoC and other marginalized groups have made in the last 50 years has ran deep for just as long. Exit polls show that 58% of white people voted for Trump, 49% of white college graduates voted for Trump and 67% of white people without a college degree voted for him. The coup de grâce? 81% of white evangelicals or born again Christians voted for him? So much for the moral majority.

Obviously, more than white people voted for Trump.  According to the same exit polls, 8% of black people voted for Trump. Yeah, a whole 8%.

Trump’s victory over Clinton upsets me but it’s not the worst part. The worst part is that Trump won over Clinton not in spite of all the horrible, sexist, misogynist, racist and xenophobic rhetoric he spilled all along the campaign trail; he won because of it. That’s right. People voted for him because he promised to deport Mexican immigrants and ban Muslims from entering the country. People voted for him because he promised to construct a wall separating Mexico from the US (and he even went so far as to say he will make Mexico pay for it). People voted for him because he promised to overturn same-sex marriage and Roe vs. Wade. People voted for him because he “spoke his mind” or “told it like it was.” People voted for Donald John Trump because he promised to return them to their glory days. I’m going to stop avoiding the obvious now. WHITE people voted for him because he promised to preserve their privilege and supremacy, which they fear they’re losing in an ever-changing and ever-increasingly multicultural world. The tragic reality of white privilege is the price, fear.

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Dave Chappelle and Chris Rock laughing at oblivious white liberals, shocked at a Trump Victory. Courtesy of NBC. 

White people voted for Trump because they’re afraid of losing influence and they tragically believe Donald Trump will bring them back to their glory days. These “glory days” are the days when blacks sat at the back of the bus, women were expected to stay in the bedroom or kitchen, the LGBTQIA were DEEP in the closet and stayed there. You get the gist. Some would argue that most white people who voted for Trump did so because he promised to bring back jobs and shake things up on Capitol Hill. Miss me with that bullshit, please. I will concede that jobs and shaking up the establishment may have been PART of the reason, but everything I already mentioned is a major reason why Trump will be the 45th president of the United States. His appointment of Steve Bannon, ultra right-wing, white supremacist ideologue and executive chairman of Breibart news is more than proof of his intentions. I will not be linking Breibart here. Use Google if you’re interested.

WHITE people voted for him because he promised to preserve their privilege and supremacy, which they fear they’re losing in an ever-changing and ever-increasingly multicultural world. The tragic reality of white privilege is the price, fear.

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Stephen Bannon. Courtesy of the Atlantic.

I will not lie, I am hurt. I am hurt because I thought this country was better than this. I thought we were above electing such a charlatan, a showman, a jester. I thought we were above electing a racist and homophobic sexual predator. But apparently hatred runs deep in this country. For the record, I am not interested in giving those who voted for Trump (and those who did not vote at all) the benefit of the doubt. They do not deserve the benefit of the doubt. They declared under no uncertain terms that they do not care about my welfare or safety or survival. They do not care about the welfare, safety or survival of other marginalized groups. I am not interested in pitying my oppressor, nor am I interested in begging for his concern. Donald Trump was very clear about his intentions. I, for one, take him very seriously. If you do not, then your apathy comes from a place of privilege.  As a matter of survival, I must take him seriously.

The worst part is that Trump won over Clinton not in spite of all the horrible, sexist, misogynist, racist and xenophobic rhetoric he spilled all along the campaign trail; he won because of it.

America showed its ass on November 8th and now for the next four years (or shorter if he gets impeached, this guy seems to think he will–lets hope he’s right), we all have to live with the consequences. Thank you, America. Thank you for showing me how fucked up and rotten you can be. Thank you for not holding back your racism because now I know what I’m dealing with–I’ve always known, but this is confirmation beyond belief. There’s a part of me, that furious and devastated part of me that wants to sit back, pour a glass of rum and punch, light a joint and watch your empire burn to ashes and then scream, “I told you so” at the top of my lungs. But the problem with that is I will burn with you. I will not burn, I will stand and fight. And to all those shiny white liberals who want to build bridges and work with him, I will not join you. I will not work with my oppressor. I will oppose him every step of the way.

Hear me.

thomasshippabramsmithI’m tired, y’all. I’m tired and I’m not even old enough to be tired. Im tired of seeing more and more police brutality. I’m tired of people telling me that black-on-black crime is worse and that we (the black community) should be quiet if we aren’t going to address that issue (we have and continue to do so if you’d only pay attention). Murder is intraracial. This means blacks usually kill other blacks, whites usually kill other whites (84% of white murders are perpetuated by other white people), etc. Here’s a newsflash, when black people kill other black people, they’re usually caught, convicted and sentenced to prison–if not killed themselves by rivals. When a cop kills a black man or woman, so far, that cop goes on administrative leave, isn’t indicted, and does not go to jail. See the difference? I’m tired. I’m tired of people telling me more white people are killed by police, without looking at those number in the appropriate context. Are those white people killed by police for being white? Are white people three times more likely to be killed by a cop than black people? No, it’s the other way around. I’m tired of people (mostly white, though some are people of color) making excuses for every crime (yes, crime) cops commit against communities of color. I’m sick of people exclaiming how not every cop is bad, as if inversely every black person is. I’m sick of being terrified when a police squad car drives by me. My heart drops, even though I’m doing nothing wrong. I’m tired of keeping my mouth shut to preserve white comfort and I’m sick of catering to white fragility. I’m just tired, ya’ll. I’m really tired. I’m spent and at this point in my life, I simply don’t have time for anyone who isn’t my ally. I posted something similar to this entry a year ago. Nothing has changed and I’d be foolish to believe it would, but it feels like it has gotten worse. One day, we as a society must come to terms with this. As I said before, I will say again. Race is killing us.

Fatigue

I’ve been walking around with a bitter medicine ball lodged in my throat and the weight of two worlds strapped across my back. This isn’t a pleasant feeling, but that goes without saying.  I’ve been in a funk as a result of my depression (I hate falling back to that tired trope, but there it is) and to add fire to the kerosene, not writing has made it worse. I would be here all day if I elucidated on why I haven’t written anything in so long, so to sum it up, it’s fear. I see a wide road, open and spacious, but dark and foreboding. It’s fear. I am afraid my writing isn’t up to snuff and so I don’t try. It is infantile and cowardly and I am ashamed. I am reminded of something a dear friend said to me, I will paraphrase because I don’t remember it word-for-word, but it was along the lines of just show up. Sometimes just showing up is 90% of the battle. Every successful person I know is a failure and has failed numerous times before finally succeeding. There is that fear of failure, but there is hope. I don’t have to build Mount Olympus in a day. I don’t have to be a “success” immediately. I can stumble, I can fall. What matters is that I get back up. I’m just having a hard time getting back up. It’s a struggle and I suppose that is the way of things in life.

 

This is me, hosing myself off, stepping out of muck and showing up.