“I never believed in Santa because I knew no white dude would come into my neighborhood after dark.” – Dick Gregory
“Jesus was a white man too… as is Santa, I just want the kids watching to know that…” – Megyn Kelly, Fox News Dec 12, 2013
The Color of Santa Claus
by Kendall F. Person
Saint Nicholas was a legend in his day. Loved and admired for his generosity as he gave away his wealth, traveling the countryside, uplifting the poor and sick. It is believed, that in his kindness, he saved three sisters from being sold into slavery. He hailed from Turkey, an elaborate, fiercely independent nation, that literally connects the Middle East to Europe. They identify by ethnicity or religion, not by color of skin.
The American depiction of Saint Nicholas as a jolly old man, was the imagination of the creator of the modern Santa Claus, whose marketing prowess, ushered in the ‘shopping mall Christmas’ Americans celebrate till this day. St. Nick made his grand appearance into the lives of children via advertisements in 1841, a time when Black Americans were slaves. So there was no reason to imagine him any color but White. But that is a point, I wish did not need making. The real life legend, as well as the animated figure were about delivering peace on earth. But somehow, when it comes to race, we have a knack to turn the beautiful, ugly.
The firing of Megan Kelly by NBC was inevitable, and the black face overblown debacle, was simply the straw.
1969, twas the night before Christmas and my mother was pregnant with twins, who were – for context – born only seven days later on New Year’s Eve. I was only three years old, and while I do not remember most of the details, I do remember wondering “Mom. Where are you going?” She and my stepfather, briefly owned a cleaning company. From what I understand, things were kind of tight that year, so they contracted with an adult movie theatre to clean the dirty place up; make it look clean again. But they decided to wait until it closed, which was in the wee hours of the morning.
I grew up the middle child and the 2nd son, but I was never invisible, the way middle children were often portrayed, like Jan Brady. Nor was I the understudy to my older brother, like Peter Brady, Jan’s brother. I had two younger brothers and one younger sister, so I was the oldest of them and since my Mother worked two jobs more often than one, and my older sister had a different life, and the eldest son, pushed against the rules, I became the helper, a role traditionally assigned or assumed by the oldest one. But I did not mind.
No idea the cause or the reason, but it would not matter anyway (may He be resting in peace) but on December 24, 1969 my stepfather abandoned their contract, and on her work ethic alone, it was not an option my mother would have ever considered, but that is not why she completed the contract. At some odd hour of the morning, in the dead of winter in the Rocky Mountains nine months pregnant, with small children at home, she picked up my Grandmother and they scrubbed the filthy floors, while triple XXX movies played on, and scattered moans emitted from the sparse crowd, so she could earn extra money, because she wanted her kids to believe in Santa Claus. But at three years old, on Christmas Day, when my mother ran in well past dawn, but before noon I assume, with gifts for all, and still happily adoring the credit on the old dude
But I knew that Santa was my Mom, and all the parents were Santa to their kids too, which makes the color of Santa, the color of love.
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According to the History Channel’s website: The Legend of St. Nicholas
“Together we can face any challenges
as deep as the ocean and as high as the sky.”
– Sonia Gandhi
Some are thrill seekers, travelling far and wide, for the ultimate high; Mountain Climbers say it makes them feel alive. I tip my hat, but not necessarily in admiration, but in the ‘do your thang, cause it’s yo thang’ kind of way. I tend to believe, that taking on an unnecessary challenge – with no way out, and zero room for error – is akin to declaring war on death. Yet there are people, who work in the sky out of a necessity to provide for family. I imagine at some point, they either feel immortal or slowly lose their minds. But their nerves of steel are amazing.
“OMG! This is the scariest thing I’ve ever seen.” – Piroska Merk
10 ROADS. ZERO ERRORS. 10 MINUTES. 190 HEART RATE.
Video Review by Kendall F. Person
YouTube Video Channel: THE TOP 10
Video: The Most Dangerous Road Trip on the Most Dangerous Mountain Roads
The Top 10 Dangerous Road Trip on the Most Dangerous Mountain Roads in the World is distributed via The Top 10 Youtube Channel, but no information on video’s editor – has created a mountainous distraction. Every tensed filled scene hold its own, but once spun together – then drenched in a sweeping film score, 10 Roads take nondescript video editing, to a very different level. But what gives this random, non-fiction, unsuspecting thriller an edge – for best video editing 2018 – is in its diabolical refusal to release its viewers, allowing a heart rate of 190 to calm down. Instead the tension rises, till the climatic end.
“Could hardly breathe.” – Boss Monet
What bothers me about this instant classic; perfecton was in reach, but it held back on information, and they heard about it in the comment section. It appears, that there may be far fewer locations than the usual expected 10. But whoever made the regretful decision, played their viewers in the shallows. To further describe in this review, what 10 Roads lacks, would not only call for a SPOILER ALERT WARNING, but may add a deficit, that does not exist or matter for some.
10 Roads, however is so intense, so insanely captured and so wondering (I wonder how it was built? I wonder what they were thinking? And I wonder how many fell.) its flaw is far from fatal.
“My skin actually left me and crawled out the room.” – Helen Sandwick
The Top 10 Dangerous Road Trip on the
Most Dangerous Mountain Roads in the World
Oz Newsflash: Last Surviving Munchkin Dies at age 98, Jme 2018
– Dorothy, The Wizard of Oz
from Season II in 2014
Stand Inside Belief
by Kendall F. Person
When Dorothy was swept into the land of Oz, she became a folk hero, by defeating the wicked witch of the west, saving all of her new friends from certain death in the process. While Oz was in celebration, Dorothy was blue. She had no desire to be the kingdom’s new ruler, all she wanted, all she ever wanted was to go home. As it turned out, after all that she had been through, Dorothy held the power to go home all along. All she had to do was believe.
There exists a reality that we cannot control. In the game of life, chance plays a spoiler role. But living our lives under the constraints of a possibility, no matter how remote, that something will happen, that will change our lives for the better or worse, is unproductive at best. We believe our prayers will find answers, but do not trust the answer when it appears. We believe if we say it often enough, but never take steps to do it, our talk of turning pro will be true, Afraid to look inside, for the fear of failing outweighs the thrill of trying. We stand on high ground (still underneath the sky) believing society has fallen into decay, yet refusing to include ourselves as a part of the process, in the downfall or solution.
I believe, however, those are the exceptions, and this is the rule; most believe that anything is possible: decreasing violent crime, eliminating famine, establishing peaceful relations among enemies, finding a cure for cancer or h.i.v., but have not stood inside ourselves long enough, to comprehend, that one person, can make a difference.
In 1973, a working mother named Crystal Lee Sutton, immortalized as ‘Norma Rae’ by Academy Award winning actress Sally Field, would be fired by her giant textile mill employer. Crystal Lee had sought to organize the 3000 southern textile workers into a union, to combat low wages, discuss the poor working conditions, and to address the needs of women, who were now entering the workforce in large numbers, of which many were mothers. But her powerful and well-connected employer, was entrenched socially and politically, and would play a ruthless game, to protect the profits of its elite and board members. So they decided to make a spectacle of the firing, to humiliate her was not enough. They needed to crush the hopes of the masses and put an end to all that union talk. But Crystal Lee believed in what she stood for, taking a moment to look inside herself. Then she stared down the police officers summoned to oust her, and fought back using the tools at her disposal. In one of Labor Movements defining moments, Crystal Lee Sutton wrote UNION on a piece of cardboard, jumped atop a table, holding the sign high enough for all to see. Her belief spilled outward, as moments later, the workers would shut down all the machines, forcing her employer, to take a seat at the bargaining table.
She was born the daughter of a storekeeper, and an accomplished violinist. She grew up in the Land of 10,000 Lakes, and by all accounts she was an average woman, living a normal life. In 1984, following the death of her husband Ray, Joan Kroc, as the sole heir to the McDonald’s empire, would become of the richest women on earth. She, no doubt, lived an extraordinary life, for the magnitude of her wealth, offered comforts that exist, on a plain very few will ever know or understand. But Joan Kroc also had a strong belief. Not in, if she could make a difference, but in how big of one it could be.
She would devise a plan, as how to best serve the people, and in 1990, her belief in philanthropy, would define her as a human being. She gave $15 million to the Grand Forks region to rebuild after a catastrophic flood. $18.5 million to San Diego Hospice to improve their ability to treat. $87 million to the Salvation Army of San Diego, $225 million to National Public Radio (NPR), and for an encore (of which, she would never accept, as most donations were made anonymously), she would make the largest single donation ever, granting $1.6 billion to establish Salvation Army Centers across the nation. But what The Neighborhood holds dear is her belief, that peace is ours for the taking. The Institute for International Peace Studies at Notre Dame, was established and endowed by Joan Kroc, herself.
Stand inside belief and see how it makes you feel. It is empowering, allowing us to reach for the stars, and win or lose, we have touched the sky in our trials. Stand inside a little longer, and feel the solace of self-belief. There is a comfort that exists only there, since it is the one place, that we are always okay. Belief leads to stronger communication, for we are better able to support our opinions and ideals, and comfortable in listening too. If we believe it, we can attempt to achieve it, by simply following Dorothy’s lead. Clicking our heels together may not make dreams come true, but knowing that a light exist inside of us, and has been there all along, means that fairytales can come true.
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“If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball.” – Patches O’Houlihan, Dodgeball
courtesy of David Sanya Beats
by Kendall F. Person
Everytime I hear a newscaster or a politician say these three words “This is unprecedented.” I say to myself (No it isn’t.) but now is the time for me to start saying it outloud. No it isn’t. It is certainly a time unexperienced by anyone currently living in the United States, in its entirety anyway, but it is far from the peak of divisional excess. We forget about a little something called the Civil War, that cost Americans in its own blood, over 600,000 lives.
“Both parties deprecated war; but one of them would make war rather than let the nation survive; and the other would accept war rather than let it perish. And the war came.” – 16th US President Abraham Lincoln, (The Confederacy of The Last Slave)
And even as ill-begotten as the Kavanaugh Confirmation hearings have become, it rings the same bell as the Clarence Thomas Confirmation hearings, and only Republican Senator James Blake (and at least one other) knows if the story will end the exact same way. And while the issue of race is never far from the center of any debate, just like in 1991, it is no longer about the Women’s Movement. It is more aligned with the Civil War, I say, as there is a clear difference between right and wrong, and the only qualifying fact, is if we throw it up to blue or red.
But where the difference is stark – between now and then – it is less a clear battle between specific demographics, but more of a society difference, and choosing sides is not preordained (for some reason) but is being played out, in strategic anger and ferocity as if the victors will be rewarded with Dodgeball Nation.
In 1978, the large corporations and politicians needed to shut down all that union talk before the laborers, especially working women, who were not fighting for necessarily higher pay, but simple decency and some dignity inside the workplace. So her seething bosses sent in the police, not just to drag out the rabble rouser, but to assure her humiliation would continue to suppress all those women from getting a bright idea. But the imagination of the White men in power was limited, so they were not ready for a woman named Crystal Lee Sutton, who actually believed in what she was fighting for, As the police approached, she stood inside belief, delivering a defining moment. – Stand Inside Belief
Unlike Dodgeball the 2004 motion picture starring a hilarious Vince Vaughn and Ben Stiller, where teams played professionally and the rag tag Average Joe’s Gym was always going to win versus the lying, cheating Globo-Gym in the end. Most everyone identified with the good guys striking it rich in fair play. But not in Dodgeball Nation, where political warfare is on par with gangs of the late 1980s, that nearly pulverized many American communities. Heck, even the colors are the same. But the sides are not picked in vast groups, but one by one as even the roles of class and race have been muddled. (But not education; another post on another day)
√Kanye West goes to the Red Team.
√Blue picks up Arnold Schwarzenegger
√Joy Behar is nearly hysterical in blue passion (not meant as a compliment)
√White Women Republican voters stood hardcore for alleged pedophile Roy Moore in Alabama, even though his 9 accusers where White Women Republican voters in Alabama.
√Dreamers & Puerto Ricans have been forced blue
√Cubans go red; and as horribly as they have been treated, immigrants from Latin America still come under the same administration that took their kids.
and so on…
And while I have voted democrat since I was 18, since the George Bush administration, it is not the party that I take sides with, but rather the resistance to what I see as a government, building itself with isolationism on the world stage and insulating itself with an unsustainable rage.
In 1831, only 30 years prior to the onslaught of Civil War, a man named Nat Turner would send shockwaves through the slave owners’ families (white men were in power) when Mr. Turner – a slave – choreographed a slave rebellion, so successfully, it would survive in history and legend. Finding himself in a different mental state than his father, who when he escaped only freed himself. He listened closer to the words when he preached the gospel.
With an absolute belief in God and that he was ordained, to give his and to take life as he had no other means to fight the inhumanity of slavery. It took two days, for the men in power to defeat an army of 30 freed and present slaves, But if Lindsay Graham brought back the rallying cry for the angry white man, over a flawed justice, that will be bestowed with ultimate power over the law of the land, imagine (if you must) how incensed the white slave owners were on the day Nat Turner took over.
In retaliation, 120 slaves were killed. But in order to double the number of 60, that the Nat Turner Rebellion took from them. they killed innocent slaves, that refused to rebel and in fact, obeyed their master. And when Crystal Lee Sutton (I call her Norma Rae) bested the men in power, for the little they gave up, women became their objects of sexual harassment, as their welcome to a less aggressive work environment, turned mental with unwanted advances And all these years later, in the same lineage in some cases I suppose, the white men are still in power and will elevate the wrong man to the Supreme Court to hold on to it a little longer.
There was no way to compete, by going higher as Michelle Obama preached what she wanted her party to put into practice. But as history repeats – because we learn only enough from it to walk a different way for the moment – so fire is now fighting fire.and even those who escape the blaze, will still be burned because the bigger picture is what we see: a united America is a stronger America, not just for MAGA. How do I know the solution exists? Because two of the most trusted friends, are Trumpians. and White. Go figure.
We live in the United States, and Dodgeball is not for real So when we judge the velocity of our next throw, bare in mind, they are an opponent, but not the enemy… and dodgeball is a game of elimination.
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related ref. The Charlottesville Confirmation
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