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02/25/2004 03:51 #33240

freedom = choices
Yes, the choices suck but Bush is the king of bastards. A total turd. He sucks more than a black hole. I wish that he would have a heart attack, a car wreck, a plane crash, or good old-fashioned kidnapping and torture. Yes, Bush is bad. It almost makes me want to vote, almost... but not quite.
It is sad this anti-voting mind set of mine but the truth is all the candidates are fuckers and not anyone who I would choose as a leader. Where are the fucking lady leaders in this cuntry? eh? It's not that I hate guys, I love dick but I think dick is the wrong choice to lead the people. The woman god has been crushed for long enough. Fucking Laura Bush, What kind of Bitch is she? Not a good one I'd say. I hope she dies a painful death and burns eternally in the fiery depths of hell, even though we all know hell is a bull shit concept. I just hope for a minute that it's real because surly the Bushes would Burn.
So no, as tempted as I am to vote for some other shithead just to do my part in the attempt to get the super shithead out of office, I will refrain. I refuse to make an effort and waste my energy until there is someone worth voting for in the line up.
If however this shithead bush does end up in office again, I predict mass protest, the kind of protest that haven't been seen since the late sixties. Oh dear God I would be a part of that uprising. I would gleefully die for a cause that is correct and progressive.
I'm sick of all these old white men.

02/23/2004 05:42 #33237

God Damn Masturbating Fool
I've pretty much spent the weekend holed up, downloading porn videos, and masturbating. It was kinda fun. I'm still way jealous of all the campers. I think I've been to horny lately, its affecting my brain. It's hard when your sex partner lives 900 miles below you.
I don't think I would be so interested in sex if it were readily available. I found some great porn this weekend. I was on a porn hating kick for a second there. I just get worried about the exploited and possibly victimized peeps out there. I downloaded some freaky shit. Even the stuff that is totally gross fascinates me. I don't like the idea of being a participant in the pornography in anyway other than being the viewer. I get so grossed out by one way attractions that occur in everyday life. Everyone's been there and I've been there a lot. It's a tragic phenomenon.
Ah, sweet sex, sweet nothing. I'm sick of trying to work. I don't know what the hell I want to make now. The distraction of physical pleasure is ailing me. I should write out these ideas i don't have, yes!

02/24/2004 04:58 #33239

correspondence
Joy,

Well, the first day of my African aesthetics class the teacher, Deborah Jack played a bunch of music for us and one of the songs was Strange Fruit by Billie Holiday. So I looked up information on the song and here is what I found.


Abel Meeropol wrote the poem strange fruit, in 1937 after seeing the enclosed photograph. He was a Jewish schoolteacher who adopted the Rosenberg boys after their parents were executed by our government.


Billie Holiday made the poem famous through song.
Strange Fruit


Southern trees bear a strange fruit,
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root,
Black body swinging in the Southern breeze,
Strange fruit hanging from the poplar trees.

Pastoral scene of the gallant South,
The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth,
Scent of magnolia sweet and fresh,
And the sudden smell of burning flesh!

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck,
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck,
For the sun to rot, for a tree to drop,
Here is a strange and bitter crop.



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so what does this have to do with my granny? Well, last night at about 4 or 5 in the morning I was trying to sleep but I had a terrible headache and just kept thinking about the development or my personal construct of race. This starts out within the family and then later on school and other social environments.

I remembered how my dad once told me that he remembers being on a school bus chanting "2, 4, 6, 8, we don't want to integrate." He was a teenager. Then I started thinking about what a poor and miserable mill town my dad grew up in. He definitely had issues about class. He went to school in the neighboring town and all the kids from his part of town (or side of the river) were looked down upon as poor trashy "river rats." I think that my dad as a child learned to displace his personal feelings of inadequacy onto Afro-Americans. That rationalization does little to explain the historical racism of rich whites.

Thinking of my dad though made me think of my granny. She worked in this tiny mill in Bynum NC from the age of 12 to 76. A mill town is a pretty miserable environment. The community consisted of a group of houses all close together, similar to a subdivision with outhouses, I guess. The people who worked in the textile mill were also dependent on the mill owners for their housing. Granny was born in 1909. So she would have been our age at the start of the great depression and 28 when Strange Fruit was written.

My granny died when I was 16 so I was trying to remember things that she told me when she was growing up. Then I remembered this story. I'll try to tell it as I remember her telling it to me but it was a long time ago so its probably not totally accurate.

Granny's story

Everybody was gathered around because they were going to hang this man. The man was up in from of the crowd about to be hung when he said "Lord, if I am innocent, let the wind shake this tree" and right then and there the wind came and shook up the tree. I went home after that, they still hung the man but I didn't want to see it because I knew it wasn't right. They should have let him go.

Well, that's a story or history that troubles me. I was a little girl when my granny told me that. I remember when Granny said she left after the wind shook the tree I asked her why. This is sick but I think that a hanging seemed like something exciting to me when I was little. I didn't know anything about lynching so I didn't make the connections that I can make today. When I was researching strange fruit I came across Lynching Statistics from A. Red Record. It's fucked up and sad that so many people were murdered in one year alone. I don't know if my granny was talking about a lynching. She never said that word and she never specified the race of the man they hung but still, I d
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ow. I'm sorry to bring all this heavy information down on you Joy but you asked so... I delivered. Are you sorry you asked? What do you think of Granny's story? It bothers me that she knew it wasn't right but didn't do anything about it.

Robin


Robin,
Hey I know that you are going to be shocked but I emailed a copy of this letter to artnews..Why? because your story hit me , and I feel that millions of other people have the same story ..It is sad to say that my great granny never told me stories like that instead she told me stories about how she had sex with a white man in the town while she was still married to her husband but in that town no one could do such a thing...She got pregnant with my grandma, and she wanted to keep the baby..I remember her mostly telling me that the white man was a doctor , and one day she told my grandma"do you want to know who your real dad is " so she took my grandma into town to his office..She wasn't allowed in even though that white blood ran through his body. He came out of the store gave her a lollipop and said ..You can't come back down here anymore.. I wondered how my granny felt ....I wonder does she think about her dad..I wonder what the town would have been like if she would have announced it....Race is not just about color..Well at least that is what I think it's this long threaded out history .....And even though some people think that it is over it is not....It shapes are existence.. I mean what if my great granny told the whole town.....Would I even be here today..So yeah it is a dechotamy of so many things......so many grey stories..... I mean I can remember hanging out with my friends and being the only black girl at a table of ten...Of course it made me aware....Also dating white guys and meeting there parents..I know in their eyes I raise old buried stories , of what they did , or said and didn't do....but the generation is changing ....I don't know to what..but I think we all are hanging in trees..haunted by an illusion of what we think is truth.
Joy


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02/23/2004 14:27 #33238

All I Need In This Life Is Sin
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02/20/2004 02:12 #33236

pink is dead
but I like swan dives, do you?

No Shit, the pink painted over all the graffiti, I'm sad about that. I feel alienated.