Flash Fiction, tutto e niente

Karen v. Karen

If only there were more.

More what Aunt Karen?

Glaring out the window, she pressed record before declaring “More people like me. Patriotic citizens. People who care about what’s happening to this country.

He’s just cleaning the windows. Why are you recording him?” I hadn’t seen her in years but I steeled myself for the nonsense that I imagined was about to come out of her mouth.

I’m not. I’m recording that women hassling him. Now be a good boy and open the window so I can tell her to go to hell before I post this.

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Thanks to Putting My Feet in the Dirt for a great opening line (if only there were more) and to Rochelle’s Friday Fictioners for the photo inspiration.

“We but mirror the world. All the tendencies present in the outer world are to be found in the world of our body. If we could change ourselves, the tendencies in the world would also change. As a man changes his own nature, so does the attitude of the world change towards him. This is the divine mystery supreme. A wonderful thing it is and the source of our happiness. We need not wait to see what others do.” – Mahatma Gandhi

BE A GOOD KAREN NOT A BAD KAREN!

Haiku & Other Poetry, tutto e niente

solidarity

rising together

in harmonic convergence

to share our voices

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Thanks to Ronovan Writes for the haiku challenge words (share / voice) and to Sadje for her What Do You See photo inspiration. It brought the idea of “harmonic convergence” into my mind.

History, Random Rants, tutto e niente

Race in America: Am I Still a Teacher? Or Should I Just Shut-Up?

Last night I watched Hari Kondabolu’s Netflix special. His comedy is both smart and very funny. His parents emigrated from India before he was born and a lot of his comedy addresses ideas about race and culture. One of the things he talks about on stage is how some “white people” don’t like to be labeled as a racial category (“white people”). To many whites, it’s the “other” people that need descriptors—black people , Indian people, Mexican people …. White is the default, the so-called norm. But as Hari points out, the notion of race as a biological divider is a made-up thing (even though the resulting racism is very real). And even the idea of who belongs in which category has changed over the years as groups once considered NOT white (Italian, Irish, and Jewish people for example) have been welcomed into the “white race.”

He does this in a very funny way, but it’s also a great mini-history lesson on race in America. Except for the being funny part, his observations mirror the introduction lecture I gave when I taught a course called “American Diversity: Contested Visions of the American Experience.” This class examined how ideas about race (and gender) were constructed in the U.S. and how those shifting ideas affected (and continue to affect) us. As I watched (and laughed),  I even thought to myself: “I should just play this special in class. They’d probably pay more attention.” Then I remembered I don’t teach anymore. So while I was laughing at Hari’s take on race issues, I also realized that I was feeling a bit discombobulated.

This feeling had begun to bubble to the surface earlier in the week when Childish Gambino’s video “This is America” premiered. Like Hari’s routines, Donald Glover’s inspired melding of history and the present immediately filled my mind with ideas about how it could be incorporated into a class. And those ideas intermingled with thoughts I had the week earlier when Kanye made his ridiculous slavery as a “choice” comments. And all of that is layered over the Trump & Team’s repeating examples of racism, xenophobia, and misogyny. My TEACHER brain is overloaded with ideas.

But, reality check. it’s been over a year since I’ve been in front of a class. And I have struggled with questions of identity and purpose since I left. If I don’t have a classroom, am I still a teacher? Do still want to be a teacher? Can I be of service outside of the classroom? Truthfully, in some ways it’s been a relief to NOT be in the classroom especially in Trump’s America. For one, I no longer have to try and censure or tone down my personal opinions. (On that front, I’m sure some of my former students would question that I even tried. I did! But I wasn’t always successful.) But at the same time, I hope that I did some good. You can’t fix something if you don’t address it. Speaking honestly and openly about race issues was often a heavy weight, especially as a middle-age white woman. But I think I got better every year at navigating the responsibility. I think I may have done some good.

For some students (both students of color and “white” students), it was the first time that they explored how the category of race was built in America. Many had never been exposed to the reality that the label is not an unchanging “natural” one. As Hari points out in his show, it has shifted and changed over time. Those with the power endeavored to make “race” do (or mean) what they wanted while those subjected to the negative effects of this effort resisted and acted to try and shape their experience. Understanding the depth and breadth of both its construction and the simultaneous resistance can be both exhausting and empowering. Being a part of that uncovering—for lack of a better term—was fulfilling.

But, should exposing the roots of racial construction and how it continues to affect our world today be about my fulfillment? Is thinking that my voice is needed part of the problem? As a white woman, is stepping away from the front actually the responsible thing? I don’t want to be part of the “white feminism” problem. I don’t want to speak over the voices that have lived experience. (I don’t want to be associated with the “women’s edit” of “This is America.” Not everything is about white women!!) But I also know that sometimes white ears only hear white voices. So I’m thinking and reading and educating myself. And wondering, is being an ally and a supportive (not leading) voice for things I believe in the answer? How do I best do good? And, if I’m being honest, I also wonder what can I do to FEEL like I’m doing good?

So I guess all my questions come down to one: How can I do good, and feel good, from the back? How can I “flip the classroom” if I don’t have a class?!

I haven’t completely figured that out yet, but I’m working on it.

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Random Rants, tutto e niente

Less Guns. Guns that Shoot Less.

Like a lot of people, I’ve been thinking a lot about guns lately.

Thinking and feeling impotent.

I want to believe we can do better. Find a path that leads to less.

Less blood. Less death. Less heartache. Less shame.

I’ve contacted my legislators. I’ve marched for Our Lives.

Surely, I hope, that will make a difference.

But I’ve also marched for women and Black Lives. I’ve stood up for Dreamers and trans* rights and Love is Love is Love (so bake the damn cake).

And those paths still seem cluttered with obstacles.

Actually, sometimes they feel like they’re turning to quicksand.

Sinking, sucking, suffocating hope.

But, still I’ve been thinking a lot about guns.

I wish for less guns and guns that shoot less (in case you weren’t sure what I’ve been thinking).

They say only “good guys” with guns can protect us so if I wish for less guns and guns that shoot less then I must want the “bad guys” to win. I must be a feminazi cop-hating communist fascist bitch who hates freedom and wants to rip up the Constitution.

And in some respects they are right. I can be a bitch.

The rest seems a bit hyperbolic.

I hate all things Nazi. Ditto for fascism. But I don’t hate all cops. I’ll plead guilty to thinking communism has SOME merits. But the US Constitution is a pretty damn good foundation to build (keep building) “a more perfect union” so I’m for amending not destroying. And that whole “good guy” with a gun thing—really? Are we in a 1940s gangster movie?

And I am a FEMINIST. No apologies for that.

But I’m also not entirely what “they” think I am.

One of my first jobs was working at a gun club. I’ve lived in houses with guns. I’ve fired guns. (I liked it. But it scared me too.) I’ve owned guns.

But, still I’ve been thinking a lot about guns.

Less guns. Guns that shoot less.

And wondering why the “good guys” don’t want the same? How are less guns and guns that shoot less bad?

I think that maybe they have can’t see the Forest for the Trees.

They are so focused on those damn trees, they can’t see the forest is burning. And they don’t understand that burning down the forest will also destroy the trees.

So, I’ve been thinking a lot about saving the forest.

And less guns. And guns that shoot less.