There is an enticing thread running through the recent current collective political consciousness. The connection between a Jewish Supreme Court Justice's dissent, a pending wise Latina Supreme Court Justice nomination vote,comments by a Black-African American-Negro-Afro-American-Black Brahmin-1/4 Mulatto Harvard Police Officer and Your Mama weaves a fascinating spell on this American experiment of government by the people, of the people and for the people.
It is not logical some say to compare apples and oranges, but the seeds of justice seem to mutate and take on personas constantly transformed and constantly mixed as if by a VitaMix kitchen appliance. Planted on one plantation, picked in another tobacco field, trucked in from the west coast, shipped from Latin America, these global migrations captured by the American dream and marketing machine have resulted in the deployment of Ebonics to emanate from the mouth of a recipient of McArthur Genius Award Winner.
Sticks and stones might break my bones and words might not hurt but it seems they can arrest your attention.From Rice and beans to Ricci to Barbecue, we might not all drink from the revolutionary well of Sam Adams at the White House I mean Black House ( here's a hint- Sam Adams is a locally produced Boston beer) or summer in the inkwell (no hint- research it) but when Justice Ginsberg suggests that the law is still not color blind and when the wise latina suggests that I too can sing America, perhaps not as well as Marian Anderson, but I vote for her to be able to sing in Constitution Hall, when the Harvard police officer with some ancestry emanating from the dark continent says that the outcome might have been different if he had arrived on the scene first, just because of his skin color, then I say let the sun shine in and let's us try to see the rainbow, in it's color blind brilliance?
It is not logical some say to compare apples and oranges, but the seeds of justice seem to mutate and take on personas constantly transformed and constantly mixed as if by a VitaMix kitchen appliance. Planted on one plantation, picked in another tobacco field, trucked in from the west coast, shipped from Latin America, these global migrations captured by the American dream and marketing machine have resulted in the deployment of Ebonics to emanate from the mouth of a recipient of McArthur Genius Award Winner.
Sticks and stones might break my bones and words might not hurt but it seems they can arrest your attention.From Rice and beans to Ricci to Barbecue, we might not all drink from the revolutionary well of Sam Adams at the White House I mean Black House ( here's a hint- Sam Adams is a locally produced Boston beer) or summer in the inkwell (no hint- research it) but when Justice Ginsberg suggests that the law is still not color blind and when the wise latina suggests that I too can sing America, perhaps not as well as Marian Anderson, but I vote for her to be able to sing in Constitution Hall, when the Harvard police officer with some ancestry emanating from the dark continent says that the outcome might have been different if he had arrived on the scene first, just because of his skin color, then I say let the sun shine in and let's us try to see the rainbow, in it's color blind brilliance?
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