On the evening of Wednesday, January 23, after I'd taught my last piano lesson of the day,
Vigorously declining offers from my daughter and son-in-law to be fetched at the airport, capable and hip sexagenarian that I am,
...and alighting at the Western stop in Wicker Park,
...and my daughter's house, where I was greeted by my (much relieved) daughter,
...and my three grand kitties (see post from 11/17/2018, "Cozy House of Cats"),
To be continued...
Everything about that photograph is appalling: That two men (or maybe the one in the KKK getup is a woman?) thought it was acceptable to show up at a party in those costumes and make-up; that someone found their costumes and make-up acceptable enough that they snapped a photo; that the yearbook staff considered the photo acceptable enough to publish it.
(Sigh). It never ceases to amaze me the appalling things people will do as long as they believe what they're doing is not illegal or grossly socially unacceptable.
But here's what really amazes me about that photo:
...not a 1954 yearbook. I mean, by 1984 nobody - least of all intelligent, educated future doctors - would have found the sort of thing going on in that picture the least bit funny or acceptable, right? All decent people would have found that sort of thing offensive, wouldn't they have? Such nematodes the likes of which were pictured in that photo had slithered under a rock decades earlier, hadn't they?
Apparently not. At least not in Eastern Virginia Medical School.
Governor Northam, who initially owned up to and apologized for having appeared in the photo, has now done a verbal pirouette and claims that he's not actually the person in the photo. We are to believe that some layout editor randomly chose this picture of somebody else to post on Northam's yearbook page.
Well, whether or not he's in that picture should be easy enough to sleuth out, should anyone care to make the effort, though I think the point might be moot: Northam has confessed that in the same year as the yearbook photo he donned blackface in parody of Michael Jackson for a dance contest. The guy apparently had a propensity for putting on blackface.
(And for arrogance, too,
But there's a lesson in this story, though too late for the learning for Ralph Northam,
The lesson is this: If there's still any debate over whether whites wearing blackface for Halloween or any other occasion is harmless good fun or insensitive racism, it's time for the debate to end now.
Enough people of color have spoken out and made it clear that for them blackface is insulting, demeaning, and reminiscent of what they know of the suffering and humiliation of their ancestors.
People of color have spoken out enough on the subject of blackface. They shouldn't have to speak out anymore.
"Equal and Opposite Reactions"
By Patti Liszkay
$3.99 ON AMAZON KINDLE
"Equal and Opposite Reactions is a rollicking good yarn about complex relationships and emotions in middle-class American culture. The author has created an incredibly funny romantic comedy, which transcends the ubiquitous romantic triangle and expands it into a quadrangle, complicated by the interweaving of relationships between the children of the principal characters. Cleverly plotted, twists and turns, and exceptionally well written, this part drama and part slapstick comedy is a tour-de-force. Bravo Patti."
- R. Bruce Logan, "The Narrative Arc"
At the moment there's not a whole lot we can do about the invasion of the polar vortex (see yesterday's post, "The Complete Idiot's Guide To The Polar Vortex) ― except to make sure from now on to vote only for candidates who understand the science and effects of climate change and who care about our environment and our well-being and not just about themselves and their own political careers.
But in the meantime, to help get you through these cold, cold polar vortex days, you can have a nice hot bowl of good potato soup,
What they wanted after coming in from playing out in the cold was potato soup, and a snow day wasn't a snow day without a pot of it on the stove.
And so over manys the cold snowy winter I mastered the art of potato soupery.
Actually it turned out that there wasn't a whole lot to master, and it's a pretty quick fix.
So here's my recipe for potato soup, feel free to use it to get you through the polar vortex until the weekend when the vortex is projected to whirl back up and away to the North Pole where it belongs.
Place the first four ingredients in a pot, add just enough water to cover the ingredients.
Boil until the potatoes are tender, about 10 minutes. Add the milk and heat, but don't boil.
Ladle the soup into a bowl then top with the cheddar cheese.
Enjoy, stay inside if you can, and when the time comes, vote right ― I mean, correctly! 8)
"Equal And Opposite Reactions"
by Patti Liszkay
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hopefully of interest to my fellow travelers.