Friday, November 27, 2020

I took this picture in the forest this morning.  It's a little stream.  It had been dry.  But now after the snow and rain it's bubbling along.  One of the best things about walking in nature is the lovely surprises that can be beyond any turn in the path.



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This is my infamous apple pie.  It's a good illustration of the adage: necessity is the mother of invention.  Right before I rolled out my top crust I realized that I was running out of dough.  So instead of a solid top crust I cut out a bunch of little gingerbread people.  Pretty cute, isn't it?



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From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation

From #BlackLivesMatter to Black Liberation

Adult nonfiction
With Obama as president--a Black man holding the highest elected
office in the nation--a lot of people thought we'd entered a
postracial or color blind society and acted on this dangerous
misconception. The Supreme Court, for example, struck down the Voting
Rights Act on the faulty premise that America had changed so much it
was no longer necessary. Blacks (in comparison to Whites) still
experienced disproportionate rates of poverty, lack of health care,
substandard housing, hunger, unemployment, inadequate schooling... In
other words, on just about any life quality index you can think of
they were left far behind.
When it came to justice, there were (and still are) two separate
Americas. Blacks are way overrepresented in the prison system, often
serving draconian sentences for relatively minor offenses. They're
relentlessly stopped and frisked or pulled over while just going about
their lives. They are much more likely to be killed by those tasked
with serving and protecting.
Eventually the killings became to egregious to accept. When
Michael Brown was shot in Ferguson, Missouri, his body was left out in
the hot sun for hours, a blatant disregard of his humanity. In
Baltimore Freddie Gray was tossed, handcuffed and unsecured, into a
police van for a fatal ride during which has spinal cord was nearly
severed.
People took to the streets in shows of righteous anger.
Protests flared up and grew stronger, even in the face of brutal
attempts by the police to shut them down. #BlackLivesMatter came into
being.
Keeanga-Yamahtta Taylor's comprehensive From #BlackLivesMatter
to Black Liberation contextualizes the movement in America's history
of systemic racism, examining facets such as:
*how the concept of the culture of poverty in a supposedly
meritocratic society has been used to blame Blacks for their suffering
and absolve the larger society of complicity and need for restitution;
*how the idea of colorblindedness narrowed racism to the bad behavior
of individuals rather than anything systematic;
and *how law enforcement's double standard has had devastating
consequences for Black families and communities.
"This book explores why the movement marching under the banner
of Black Lives Matter has emerged under the the nation's first Black
president. Police brutality is not a new thing; it has existed, in
some form or other, since the abolition of slavery. Why has abusive
policing created a breaking point in the age of Obama? How does this
fit into a larger historical pattern of explosive Black politics and
the consistent denial of Black oppression in US society?
If those questions intrigue you, you'll really want to read the
book.
On a purrrsonal note, Thanksgiving was good, although different.
Recall the kids and I had decided not to go to the home of my very
medically fragile mother-in-law for her protection. Well we and two
of their significant others and all four of the family cats had a
lovely zoom visit. I was able to show them my novel apple pie and
they all liked it. We swapped some reading recommendations, talked
about holidays this year and what we hope for in the future... It was
just so special having time together. I was a wizard of Thanksgiving
cuisine, producing a memorable meal of turkey and all the trimmings.
I had lots of time for binge reading and candy. It was a good day.
Today I am not Black Friday shopping. Even without a pandemic I
wouldn't. It's a tad too materialistic for my taste. I got in a
lovely walk in the forest. I got in some fine poetry writing.
Between the unusual Thanksgiving and the Supreme Court's latest
display of dumbassness I had plenty of inspiration. And I had a
culinary epiphany. For lunch, instead of having my usual turkey with
margerine sandwich I tried turkey with stuffing, and cranberry sauce.
My taste buds were in seventh heaven! (Jules)
Yeah, that might be a good sandwich. Except minus the stuffing,
cranberry sauce, and bread. (Tobago)
A great big shout and hopes that you had a safe and happy Thanksgivibg
go out to all our readers.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway




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Tuesday, November 24, 2020

I have the evidence. My humans are going to bring in the big climbing tree any day soon.  Nothing says party on to a cat like a big climbing tree.  Well I'd better check out all the stuff they're going to put
on it.  A cat's work is never done.
Tobago 


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Monday, November 23, 2020

Another early picture of a sweet little companion. I'd be having a
much harder time handling all this pandemic mess without her. I
suspect it's the same with Eugene. I bless the day Anna took me to
Waterville Humane Society so I could find a new little friend.

Here is one of my first pictures of Tobago. She's trying to play with
the Christmas tree lights. Right after I took the picture I
redirected her attention. Today she has been with us exactly eleven
months. December 23 will be her 1st adoption anniversary and her 4th
birthday.

How Not To Get Shot

How Not To Get Shot

Adult satire
"White people are always giving us helpful advice. Those mofos
have been doling out tips to black people since 'I suggest you pick
cotton if you don't like getting whipped.' it seemed crazy to me that
we keep hearing this stuff over and over.
But then I had a moment of clarity. What if they were right?
What if Megyn Kelly was actually onto something?"
A Black person is three times more likely to be shot by a police
officer than a White person. This is as true for well off
professionals as for project dwellers on welfare. In the eyes of law
enforcement race trumps all else.
But what if there was a book that could teach Blacks how not to
join those woeful statistics?
"I'm a comedian, but I'm serious. You know how to baby-proof
your home by putting little things over the outlets? Well this book
is like that. I'm gonna police-shoot-proof black people as much as we
can..."
In his How Not To Get Shot And Other Advice From White People D.
L. Hughley addresses the contentious topic of racism in a genre rarely
utilized for this purpose: satire. Whites are the "arbiters of
knowing everything." We're always more than ready to share our
advice. Only Blacks don't really want to listen to us. So Hughley is
going to filter this advice through the lens of his blackness to make
it more palatable. He discusses how to walk, talk, drive, dress for
inoffensiveness, give children names, get jobs, and so much
more...even how to understand us.
Hughley's ability to bring to life the complexity and
perverseness of racism in an unusual format makes How Not To Get Shot
a good read for all of us.
On a purrrsonal note, I hope you had a good weekend. I did. It
warmed up enough for me to do some outdoor reading both Saturday and
Sunday. My church sent over a Thanksgiving basket with lots of good
food. I thought about giving someone the pumpkin pie because Eugene
doesn't like it. But I do. So I'm going to have it with whipped
cream for a few breakfasts. I got to start working on statistics
assignment 7. I talked on the phone with all my kids. (Jules)
It is grey and drippy outside today. Ooh, I just saw lots of birds
flying. I has heard it's almost time to bring a tree in the house. I
am excited. (Tobago).
A great big shout out goes out to you, our readers, with wishes for a
happy Thanksgiving. It won't be the usual holiday for most of us.
But please don't give into temptation to do all the usual stuff. With
cases skyrocketing, those are statistics you and your loved ones do
not want to join. Enjoy what you can safely. OK? Tobago and I will
be chilling together at home. Reading. Hopefully a zoom meet up with
the kids.
Tobago and Jules Hathaway


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