Responsibility Dodged: Racism and lousy parenting in one fell swoop

The unnamed white mother of an unnamed white ten year old boy has filed criminal charges against another ten year old boy, who is Black, over alleged injuries that occured during a dodgeball game at school.

The mom of a 10-year-old boy received the shock of her life recently: a phone call from her local juvenile court, explaining that her son would be charged with aggravated assault, months after a playground game of dodgeball at his elementary school.

“I couldn’t believe it,” Cameishi Lindley, mother of soon-to-be-fifth-grader Bryce Lindley, told 7 Action News about the call, received from the Wayne County Juvenile Court in Canton, Mich., on July 24.

Now, because the boy being punished is black and the boy who was injured is white, some critics are calling the incident racist, while others — including celebrity comedian DL Hughley, who called the charge “ridiculous” — are coming to the boy’s general defense.


But the injured child’s mother — who declined to release her name or her child’s to the public — says her son had a previous medical condition that made him susceptible to head injuries.

If she knew her son had a prior condition that endangered him, WHY did she not inform the school? Why was she letting him play and not telling him to avoid such games?

How is the ten year old child who threw the ball supposed to have adult knowledge of other children’s medical conditions and potential legal consequences?

This reeks of racism and overcharging by the public persecutor, treating a Black child as an “adult threat”. It’s revolting and pathetic that the charges were even filed, that the complaint was even taken.







A Mystery Unsolved: The Black Dahlia

Elizabeth Short was was an aspiring actress born on July 29, 1924, ninety-five years ago today. Most don’t know her name, but have likely heard of The Black Dahlia. Short’s murder was one of most infamous and gruesome in Hollywood history. I’ll give no details of the crime because they can be easily found and are highly disturbing.

It’s possible that Short was Intersex. The coroner’s reported stated that she had Infantile Genitalia (possibly Turner syndrome or some other condition). They were the size of a child’s, so she was incapable of vaginal sex. The murderer may have committed the crime after finding this out. Violence has always been common against those who don’t conform to the cisgender hetero binary.

There’s an hollywood adage, “never get caught with a dead girl or a live boy.” Hollywood has a long history of covering up people’s crimes and personal indiscretions, especially in the 1940s when the murder occurred (1947). Short’s killer could have been anyone from the famous to the anonymous.

Let’s See Who Salutes: A proposal for an Intersectional flag

A few months ago while talking to people about Intersectionality, I noticed there was no flag.  Some people had logos, some better than others, but there was a variety of types.  What I liked least of all is that none were simple and easily recognizable.  Too many had fine detail that could never be recognized on a flagpole.

After much thought and several revisions, I came up with a simple flag that I think is inclusive and represents all people.  It follows the North American Vexillological Association’s principles for flag design except for the use of purple.

  1. Keep It Simple. The flag should be so simple that a child can draw it from memory.
  2. Use Meaningful Symbolism. The flag’s images, colors, or patterns should relate to what it symbolizes.
  3. Use 2 or 3 Basic Colors. Limit the number of colors on the flag to three which contrast well and come from the standard color set.
  4. No Lettering or Seals. Never use writing of any kind or an organization’s seal.
  5. Be Distinctive or Be Related. Avoid duplicating other flags, but use similarities to show connections.

If you’ve never seen the Roman Mars TED talk on city flags, please do.  It’s fun and informative.

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Back Up: But will I be consistent this time?

I feel like a dog with my tail between my legs. And after nine months or so away (and my *second* months long disappearance), I’m again surprised to see my old stuff up there.

It’s a long story, either say fifty words or five thousand, and I’m too tired to type at the moment. Life has been a mishmash of personal issues, of ups and downs, of friends who were suicidal now happy and content, while other friendships ended (their mental health declined, others swallowing TERF fanaticism).

No, I was not and am not in any physical danger (re: last year’s criminal events in Taiwan).

Most of my writing this past year was on my facebook page. I feel ready to write other things if I’m welcome back.