A Liberal In The Midst

This posting is the first in what may become a series.  I say may become for it depends on how much crazy people expect me to co-sign.  When you meet me online or offline, I am very open about the fact I call myself on my own shit.  The hint and a half in that confession is don't expect me to co-sign on your shit when I have shit of my own.   If I am wrong, I don't expect you to agree with me.  Be real with me.  Don't co-sign on my crazy.  The only thing gained is more crazy.  We need more sanity.   Today, I had the pleasure of listening to  my sister degrade a school district in Georgia.  She was a little perturbed when I didn't co-sign on her rant.  How could I co-sign when the truth was already made known to me?  The particular district of which she was bemoaning, happened to be one in which I once had a child enrolled. She lamented to me her time as a pupil in this district.  She felt the district had been ...

I am posting another view of my timeline on Twitter.   This person took issue with my usage of the word misogyny and Black in the same sentence.   First, he/she will be okay when the swelling goes down.   Second, we do have an issue with misogynist attitudes within the Black community that is almost as bad as the institutional racism we as Blacks navigate on a daily basis.   Third, misogyny is not a monopoly of the Black community.  I am acknowledging it exists in the Black community and I have experienced it first hand. It is hard sometimes to swallow unpleasant truths about self.   I tell people I am not fat, I am just big boned.   Until we accept the whole self-truths, we arrest our development.   We become naught more than a pond in a valley, stagnate and filled with bottom feeders.   If you know me offline then you will appreciate the humor of this person’s assessment of me.   If you don’t know me, I am the Black lesbian si...