The Aftermath Of The Vote
Identity Crisis - Blacklash
Our 2012 Congress of the Republican brand appear as lost 'white men' of status quo. They saunter right turns, cunning reactionary behaviors with blank expressions of dismay. We all are effected by Racial Conditioning, no matter skin color. Racial conditioning effects our
emotional psyche and does not filter fact from fiction.
The reality now, the lost white men are beginning to
face - they are not Superior, nor are they Entitled over other human beings.
These 'lost men of the Status Quo' face a world unfamiliar, the world they knew has long faded in the generations past. Another reality - the existence of a national social culture class, previously invisible or
deemed unimportant. The ethnic minority
Yes, the power struggle for consensus in Washington goes on. But still at its core, it is about bigotry, racism
and Ignorance. It's also about Individual personal human
identity - it's emotional - it's personal - what seemingly
is a minor issue in the broad scheme of priorities. Yet its affects can bring down the pinnacle of manhood, where money is worthless and power is impotent.
Never thought thinking this, but,...perhaps Mr. Romney is the face of the white man's Identity crisis, and his intellectual struggle to remain relevant.Most of this ilk are products born of misinformation, myth, and Beaver TV.
Racial Conditioning of the 50's. Bigotry a psychological - emotional commitment to ignorance.
Now for the theory: Racism Is A Disease, becomes think-able as an Identity Crisis Depression.
To my thinking - racism and bigotry - our challenge for survival, it's all about the
Content of our Character..
A BIGOT ? WHERE ? WHO? - ME !?
The Identity Reality
by Sandra Rembrandt
written July 28, 2012
My mother Susan was born in 1920, Ardmore, OK, but adopted at five by a family in Little Rock, AK. Mother never talked about her family or made reference to life before her adoption. My parents were divorced early in my childhood, yet I knew my father's ethnic heritage African American.
My mother's physical appearance resembled that of Native Americans, she never protested the connection,
so it was presumed her ethnic background was that of Native American, given her place of birth and physical appearance. She passed away in 1982. I am her only child.
During my 60's, I decided to have my DNA tested.
However DNA test results told a very different story.
Absolutely no Native American, you can't imagine my
confusion learning my true ethnic heritage. I am half
Sub-Saharan African, half Indo-European, nothing else.
During my lifetime - I've purchased African and Native
American decorative artistic items, presenting personal
identity with Ethnic flare around my home. For a time, I felt stupid, a fraud.
How did that happened – Wow! Suddenly I was
dissociated with all I thought I knew. My identity-self confused, a real Who Am I? For a time I didn't feel authentic - a person - yes. Human – of course, but a
Person Being – asking where do I nest?
Thankfully I've grown since then, I've come to recognized new and added dimensions - to this, my world view. But I'm a tough old woman, discovering a more profound purpose, as navigate this, now My Sunset Journey.
Before learning of my DNA, I recall bragging about - I had no European blood! - now how creepy Is this ?
-My spouse's ethnic DNA heritage was European
Don't know where that bit of bigotry came from, I guess you could say I had some bigoted ideas dancing somewhere in my head. Even Me! a cultural diversity activist, publicly coming to the support of all ethnic minorities most of my adult life.
Since I am my mother's only child - I would like to know more about Indo-European(s). I'd like to know if I have relatives somewhere. Anyway today, I've broaden my view, I call this
"My Sunset Journey." Now come! walk about with me.......
My Sunset Journey
the 73 year
I came to rest by the side of the road.
The path ahead looked familiar, but
different somehow, with challenging
twists and turns. Though the journey
ahead appeared extraordinarily long and
deep the actual crossing to the other
side appeared not too far.
Now what? Then came the realization
I had reached the precipice of sunsets.
That moment of awareness of self found
me benumbed, without thought or word.
Then as breath and air brought focus
to the now, an exquisite perfect moment
occurred, an inner knowing embraced
and held with grateful recognition.
Thank You, I whispered, feeling a
smile, I am safe, I can sleep
when the wind blows
What meaning, I can sleep when the
wind blows. Have no fear? The way is clear.
These words long familiar, yet never
settled in truth til now.
Eager to learn, I walked to the edge of
the precipice. As my eyes adjusted to the
vastness of forever tomorrows,
a relenting ego surrendered so Spirit.
Stunned, I saw my Sunset being born.
I remember how the air opened, offering
scents after rain, while myriads of vibrant
colors streamed from the storehouse
of wisdom, weaving, re-reweaving lessons
from past journeys into a carpet
leading to my future.
I saw colors – orange, yellow, red and violet
whip across the blue vastness, ripping and
twirling as dancers, inspiring ballet moves to
the dance of fire, a dance of forgiveness,
followed by freedom, hope and love.
With quiet anticipation, noting a chuckle,
I stepped onto the lighted path, remembering
passions of early springs now with eyes
twinkling in thought, I can do This, I said.