Racism in America Lives at Rutgers and Beyond

October 1, 2010

This is not a blog about Lebron James’ recent comments about whether racism had something to do with the way he was treated when he left Cleveland for Miami. Like Lebron said, there may have been some racism involved, whether people played that card consciously or not. Indeed, racism remains one of America’s disgusting little secrets. If it didn’t exist at all, people wouldn’t be so uncomfortable talking about it.

And this is not about racism based on color, it’s about being racist in general against other people that are different than you by way of intolerance, ignorance, discrimination, and bigotry. The Rutgers student who committed suicide by jumping off the George Washington Bridge did so after allegedly being secretly filmed by his idiot, closed-minded roommate who then outed him on the internet.

Sadly, there are too many other stories of young people who took their lives in similar situations. If you haven’t seen the video posted by Ellen DeGeneres today, watch it: http://www.facebook.com/#!/video/video.php?v=592846987806&ref=mf

What is wrong with people? Why must some humans feel the need to ruin others lives because they are different from them?

What a sad reflection on a society that is supposed to be advanced. Maybe as far as technology goes, we are;  but we are far from being an advanced culture when it comes to practicing tolerance and good will toward man.


Fragile

May 11, 2010

The band YES put out an album back in the 70s title “Fragile,” and it was their best seller by far. As anyone who knows YES, the lyrics to many of their songs were cryptic at best. But they could rock.

The word fragile popped into my mind this morning after two disturbing incidences: the deaths of two people. Because one was the son of a friend who moved away 15 years ago, and the other my electrician, we did not “keep in touch” with either.

Regardless, it is disheartening to call someone , as I did this morning, to have some work done from my favorite long-time electrician Bill, only to be told  by his tearing up girlfriend, he had died three months ago. have you ever dreaded calling someone you haven’t talked to in a while and finding out they are dead? He was just in my house about 4 months ago and told me he had been sick. He was like part of the family when he came by. I work at home, and I really enjoyed Bill’s company. I’m going to miss him…

Fragile — that’s what life is.  Here today, gone tomorrow.