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Words to live byBut, when it came down to, this case was made into a racial issue, which it shouldn't have been. It should have been an issue about a woman who was raped by three men. Case closed. The fact that she was black and they were white only plays into the fetishization of Black women and white men that has developed through years of inequal treatment. This also biased many people because it made this case into a national spectacle. It split people along racial lines instead of factual lines and investigating the story that the woman told instead of going on a witch hunt. Additionally, this case was turned into an issue of class as well. The Black, poor woman was raped by the rich white kids. Many wanted to see these men be charged because they felt it would put them in their rightful place, strip them of the privilege that they had been so accustomed to all of their lives. All of the things that this case stood for are all of the things that were wrong with the media's coverage of the case, the national obsession with the case, and the prosecution of the case. It became an issue of stripping privilege and proving that white people were not superior instead of ensuring that this woman was actually treated properly and had her CORRECT assailants brought to justice, not for political reasons but for criminal reasons. Subscribe Buttons                    | |
Apropo of Memorial Day, I rewrote my will
There's not that much to give away, and if I don't check out soon, there may not be that much. But the bank made me do it. As happens, the bank changed hands and this time they do not want to be my executor. The attorney suggested I asked friends. I love my friends and feared they would turn on me if they knew they'd have to clear out this ratpack's nest. However, I asked and they said they'd be honored. So I invited the two (one is alternative) Near Sixties to lunch to let them know how much it means to me. One friend drove me to the restaurant in a red convertible (Ford) and the other home (also red but GM). They hugged each other before I could introduce them and then proceeded to check out medical insurance options, pre-Medicare. From there to children, past marriages and a good sprinkling of what's wrong with Bush, at which time I got to talk a little. I feel so loved.
Also there is real responsibility. This weekend I've spent time clearing out old records and tomorrow morning my teenage buddy is coming to put stuff on the top cupboard shelves where I will never have to think of using them again. Already I have been relieved of a stuffed chair I wished I hadn't brought to the apartment and one nice colander. If lucky, maybe the mother of my buddy will take the oversized crock pot.
Well, I just wanted to let you know that I am anxious to get busier on important things. This afternoon one blogge, not on CK, outlined the direct line between Jerry Falwell's satanic ways and the state of the nation. And another did a reasonably good job of convincing us that Bush was a psychopath. I felt so mellow and wrote what I thought would be comforting replies. It wouldn't have been possible if I hadn't listened to an hour's conversation between Bill Moyers and Maxine Hong Kingston regarding her work with disturbed returning veterans. She's a joy to listen to.
And that's the way I did the weekend, except of course I had to watch the memorial program live from the Capitol.
I'm sure you are having a good weekend. About the dog! Who knows?