Dec. 9th, 2016 07:07 pm
TIL that the shopping center I visit most frequently (because of their awesome indoor playground) was an assembly center during the Japanese Internment.


Nov. 9th, 2016 05:36 pm
Let America Be America Again
Langston Hughes, 1902 - 1967

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!
I don't know what America was to Langston Hughes, but to Papashvili America was a joy and a festival, much like life. Today I am re-reading Anything Can Happen https://smile.amazon.com/Anything-Can-Happen-George-Papashvily/dp/B000NPNDHO and watching https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YKZAfe00mds

Songs! Friends! Adventures! Honest judges! Naked Georgians! Food! Wine! Love!

Чего и вам, господамы, от чистого сердца!
"The wealth gap merely puts a number on something we feel but cannot say—that American prosperity was ill-gotten and selective in its distribution. "

"Reparations would mean the end of scarfing hot dogs on the Fourth of July while denying the facts of our heritage."


My guess is all my LJ friends who read English already read Ta-Nehisi Coates call for reparations.  It's a stirring call, but I'm not stirred.  There is no such thing as American prosperity - there is my own prosperity, and I'm not giving up a piece of it as reparation for crimes of others.  
I acknowledge the deep wrong that was done by white Americans to black Americans and want to erase the results of it.  I'll gladly pay for policies to ensure fair housing, fair lending, good schooling and equal job opportunities for the present and future generations, with the understanding that it would lay a basis of equality not only for African-Americans, but for future groups likely to encounter prejudice or to be in danger of dispossession.  
I acknowledge that racism still exists and affects African Americans to a great and horrible extent and am willing to pay for policies to punish it and for policies to prevent it in future generations, with the same understanding.
I do not acknowledge my personal guilt for the wrong that was done, do not believe that I benefit from that wrong, and am strongly opposed to either paying monetary reparations outright, or treating these necessary and beneficial policies as a type of reparations.


Aug. 23rd, 2012 04:47 pm
Я этого не знала. Круто.
<Собака Рози, огромный восьмилетний ротвейлер, ложится почему-то у меня под ногами. В автобусе для такой большой собаки совсем мало места. Кстати она и ведёт себя приличнее и выглядит лучше, чем хозяйка, хотя тоже явно голодная. Но даже не попрошайничает.
- За Рози хорошо следят. Есть социальные службы, раз в месяц надо конечно постоять в очереди, но собаку раз в месяц обязательно смотрит ветеринар. Всё бесплатно. Ещё дают купоны на собачий корм и если надо таблетки – тоже бесплатно. Однажды ей давали прививку, представляешь, одна прививка стоит 300 долларов! Но Рози всё бесплатно! Да я людей с такой дорогой медициной не знаю. А едем мы сейчас в Медфорд. Или ещё куда. Хочу в город, чтобы была тёплая речка. Помыться. И Рози это тоже любит.>

Пьяный адвокат попытался сунуть гаишнику $35,000. Суд признал его виновным, и ему светит до четырёх лет. Ибо нефиг.

It also warms the cockles of my heart to see police cars stuck in traffic with their lights off.
Rough and Ready, California, was a mining town founded in 1849 by the Rough and Ready Company of Wisconsin. As the town’s population rapidly exploded to 3,000, lawlessness was on the rise—and the U.S. government was not much help squelching the rampant crime. Additionally, a new federal tax on mining operations added fuel to the region’s civil unrest. Seeing little support from Washington, on April 7, 1850, the townspeople voted to secede from the Union.

But just three months later, as the Fourth of July approached, The Great Republic of Rough and Ready wanted to have a celebration (which seems odd considering they were no longer, technically, Americans). When nearby Nevada City wouldn’t sell liquor to “foreign miners,” it was decided that maybe America wasn’t so bad after all. The townspeople voted themselves back into the Union on the very same day and the party went off as planned.
After 37 minutes of deliberation, a jury today found Scott Roeder guilty of first-degree murder in the shooting death of Wichita abortion doctor George Tiller.

Read more: Roeder found guilty of murdering abortion doctor - KansasCity.com

UPD: I have been told by Veroniq that Germany has way better health insurance than US and I fully credit it.
There's a temple of Isis. In Geyserville. (Appropriate, isn't it?) I gotta go!!!
Прочла описание Великого Пожара в Сан Франциско (Джека Лондона), и удивилась. Он отмечает тоже самое, что и очевидцы гибели Башен Близнецов - повышенную вежливость и заботу друг о друге бегущиx людей. Ещё раз, медленно: бегут от огня и падающего сверxу пепла сотни людей. Бросают пожитки. Теряют направление и друг друга. И остаются при этом вежливыми с бегущими рядом незнакомцами, и не просто вежливыми, а необычайно вежливыми и благорасположенными помочь.

А ещё Джек Лондон пишет, что в этой толпе никто не плакал и не жаловался. Но я ему, если честно, не верю.
Do you think IRS is bad?

Take a moment, and count your blessings.

Blessing #1: you don't have to deal with INS.

Now for the funny part (something has to be funny, right?) - Dr. Esther Hui, the "doctor" who murdered this poor guy, has a last name which means "penis" in Russian as well as (as Cema rightly pointed out below) all sorts of other bad things. For instance it's a common, rude way of saying "No, you're not getting whatever it is you asked for". Appropriate, isn't it?

Actually, this case is full of meaningful names. Check out Claudia Mazur, a nurse who allegedly lied about what the doctor ordered. Mazur is a common name which sounds similar to "mazurik", or "cheat, thief". (http://washparkprophet.blogspot.com/2008/03/ice-beyond-cruel.html

And of course the plaintiff's name is Castaneda. In my mind the name "Castaneda" is strongly associated with "Carlos", "major breaches of reality" and "drugs". INS and narcotics have a lot in common - they can drive you crazy and kill you.
Господамы, спешите видеть! Цирк снова приехал!
Сперва сама не могла понять, что это меня пробило на такой длинный и абсолютно бесполезный ответ. Потом поняла - пост по ссылке в своём роде идеален, а идеал заслуживает признания. По-хорошему там на каждую строку можно написать по двести страниц ответов, но смысл всё равно нулевой, этим-то оно и прекрасно. Вы думаете, я все бредовые моменты ниже обсудила? ХА!

"Почему американское общество самое сытое?
Почему, если его критиковать, то оно начинает тебя подминать под себя?"

Read more... )

Резюмирую - бред, возникший на почве полного незнакомства с предметом обсуждения. "Я Пастернака не читал, но осуждаю". Впрочем... Статейке пять лет... Может дальше автор расскажет, как он читал, учился, ездил в Америку, и всё-всё понял?
Об основном посте: http://kleo.livejournal.com/579901.html
Ещё раз огромное спасибо человеку, из-за которого я живу в стране, где такие вопросы не встают. Самоопределение через борьбу только чуть-чуть отличается от самоопределения через ненависть. Два разных вида гнуси.

Я и не подозревала, что он настолько дерьмо... А таланта на такой уровень дерьма у него не хватает.
There are _four_ multiplex theaters around here showing movies from India, Pakistan, Afghanistan, Iran, China, Taiwan, Korea and the Philippines. Two within easy driving distance from my home.

This while we involved in a war in Afghanistan and Iran is not exactly the best of our friends either. Neither is China. Yes, this is a good country. I think I'm becoming a patriot... And a liberal... This is odd, unnatural and somewhat frightening.



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