To Be Clear

The attempt by this group of Republican members of the US Congress to overthrow the recent presidential election is an act of white supremacy. The states, and more specifically the voting precincts in those states, whose votes they want to throw out are ones which were flipped from the last election because of Black votes, and these people don’t believe Black votes are as important as white ones.

Since the Supreme Court in 2013 overturned parts of the 1965 Voting Rights Act requiring federal oversight of certain, mostly southern, states regarding changes to their election laws, Republicans have fought tooth and nail to reimplement processes specifically designed to make it harder for Black people to vote. They’ve argued the measures are needed to curtail voter fraud, but in a preview of what’s going on right now with the Yam in Chief, they’ve never been able to prove fraud on the scale needed to change the outcome of an election exists or is even possible.

It could be argued this is just politics. They’re not trying to disenfranchise Blacks specifically, but Democrats in general, and it’s not their fault Blacks tend to vote Democratic. Except that it is.

Black support for the Democratic party is not due to ignorance or even how well Democrats have taken care of them, because they haven’t, but because the Republican party goes out of its way to ignore the needs of Black Americans and instead continue to actively perpetuate forms of cultural, political, and legal segregation. The Democratic party may not be a very good ally, but at least they aren’t an active enemy.

That Supreme Court case from 2013 gets to the heart of this white fascist rebellion. The Voting Rights Act understood enough of the south still didn’t view Blacks as legitimate Americans and were prepared to continue to deny them any say in politics, culture, or law, and that such an attitude was anathema to who they claimed to be as a larger country. The Federal Government had a responsibility to protect Black citizens from legal implementations of white supremacy.

In 2013, though, the conservative wing of the Supreme Court decided the nine constrained states had evolved enough to no longer require oversight. Texas immediately enacted a voter ID law previously blocked as racially disenfranchising by the Federal Government. Most of the other nine states followed suit.

The attitude which was curtailed and now re-energized is one of value and ownership. Whites own the power, whites have the highest value, and Blacks should mind their place.

For some of these treasonous representatives that calculus may be subconscious and not fully realized, others, more aware, try desperately to dress their reasoning up in something, anything, other than racism, but leave their slips showing. Then there’s the group who just don’t care. I’d put Ted Cruz in that group.

They hold to a holy ideology which is directly tied to white paternal power and the disenfranchisement of anyone who doesn’t fit their model, and they believe anything allowing them to accrue the power needed to hold off their feared social, political apocalypse is acceptable. They see it as part of their job to criminalize Blackness, keep Latinx people as a low paid shadow labor class, and to eradicate the presence of the LGBTQ+ and Islamic American communities.

These attacks against non-“white”, non-“Christian”, LGBTQ+ people is not a byproduct of this part of the Republican Party; some side effect of their pursuit of capitalism, free market, and limited government. It is central to what they believe they were elected to do and what they’re trying to do now: protect the supremacy of Whiteness in America.

There Is No Salvation, But There Might Be Respite

Looks like the Nates (Silver, Cohn, etc.) were no where near successful fixing their election prediction models. I'm betting it's the base social assumptions more than the math models. Garbage in, garbage out.

As I wait with this gut punch feeling for Michigan to land, I realize I need to reconfigure my whole relationship with news and politics and switch from trying chiefly to be correct in what I think to being effective in how I live.

Wandering Gnomes

Last Friday evening we were able to participate in a live broadcast by Stage Center of a musical based on the movie Amélie. It was a palpable relief to be gathered together watching so many of our familiar favorites perform live. Liesl Cruz, Cade Ostermeyer, Cassidy Giddens, Kezia Pigford, Jared Watson, Seth Taylor: it had the feeling of being reunited with old friends after years of missing them (quarantine is in its 5th year, now, right?).

The highlight was Mary Grace Humphries as the title character. We've only seen her once before, playing Jo in the musical version of Little Women at the Emmett Hook Center, one of the very last things we saw before the shutdown. She's an incredible singer and a joyfully vibrant performer, and we dearly hope to be seeing much more of her.

We enjoyed the performance immensely, though we missed the magic of being in the same room with the performers, especially the intimate setting of the Central Artstation Engine Room. Even so, while I can see why one would want to convert Amélie into something more widely performable, I feel the author wasn't successful at finding a fully functional core of the original work to transplant. As familiar as I am with the movie, there were still a number of places of confusion and trailing plot points. For my mother, who'd never seen the movie before, and who took great pleasure in the singing and seeing familiar faces, she was well lost in regards to the story.

There's so much I miss about sitting wide eyed and smiling in a performance space, but I'm deeply grateful to Jared, Seth, and their amazing cast for reminding me how much better my life is for having them specifically, and so many others like them, as a part of it.

Eden Never Was

While taking our nightly census of fern dragons and dinosaur ghosts last night we were surprised to come across a young wyrm sitting casually high up in the Great Fern Forrest.

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We'd seen her and one of her elders before in the orchard, I just didn't realize they were so capable of three dimensional maneuvering. We take so much joy in discovering infant fern dragons tucked into the fronds here and there like miraculous little buds and monitoring them as they grow, and part of that happiness was in feeling they were safe at night when bedding down high above the nocturnal monsters lurking below.

Now we know some of those monsters are quite at home hunting the skyline, and our joy is edged with fear.

Wyrm exits on the left while the fern dragon keeps holding its breath on the right, blood gone a bit colder than normal.

Wyrm exits on the left while the fern dragon keeps holding its breath on the right, blood gone a bit colder than normal.

Oh, and Fenne Lily's new album has dropped! No fear marring the joy in that.

When It's Over, pt 304

Pre-COVID, Gordi was going to be opening for Of Monsters and Men in Dallas at some point in the early Spring. I was initially planning to go based mostly on her past work (I don't think she'd released very many singles from her new album yet), but was hesitant to commit as it was a late Wednesday evening show and would've made for a difficult Thursday at work (I'm old, so these things play a greater roll in decision making than they once did).

If I'd known how brillig Our Two Skins was going to be, though, I would've been thrilled to pay the price to see her live. And when this is all over, it's very much my intent to do so.

In the meantime here she is taking a good song and making it better:

Li Po Would Smile

Sitting at my desk this morning watching a Carolina wren hop through one of the smaller orange trees just outside my window. The trees leaves are wet from the sprinklers running this morning, and it's using them to bathe by brushing against the leaves over and over, then shaking and preening. It's been going on for almost 10 minutes and has made my morning.

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