Author’s Guide to the Two Universes of the United States
How is everybody? I hope you’re all well. I have been on a trip over the last week or so. It was a most unusual trip as trips go. I was snatched, abducted though a wormhole. (A hole made by a worm). And then I was rescued and brought back through that same worm hole. Wormholes are fascinating things, and for our purposes here, I will borrow the definition from Wikipedia. To wit:
“A wormhole is a speculative structure linking disparate points in space time, and is based (or biased) on a special solution of the Einstein field equations…”
I have often described living in the United States as living in one of two parallel universes, with only one of the universes being aware that there are two separate universes. That description may register with the reader immediately, or it may seem arcane. I offer you my experience because I think it helps to illustrate the point.
Every journey starts with a point of origin, and this point of origin is the place with which you are all familiar. It is the place where your life journey started, shared with your mother at the moment of your birth. Your conception, gestation, and birth all occurred in this place that we all have in common. We are united in our experience of this reality irrespective of our differing cultural circumstances. We are all human. We are united in that aspect to such a degree that we have the expectation of being recognized as human. This is the reality that we all know.
Until it isn’t. The parallel universe does not see where, and to what degree, there are humans who are not recognized on the condition of their humanity, and not treated accordingly. We can see the original and assumed universe, but can be silently, and suddenly snatched into the separate, invisible classification on conditions not normal, required, nor fair for all parties…members of the human race.
Fairness and openness has a special purpose in our regular universe in the United States. And whether this concerns the public sector, which involves government and its separate institutions like the legislature, or law enforcement, or the private sector, like public accommodations, sidewalks, schools, lunch counters, or blogging websites, fairness is foundational because a lack of faith in any structure makes it unusable. It does not fit within our concept of what the United States purports to be. In common parlance, a lack of fairness is referred to as “unAmerican.” We all have the familiarity with, and the expectation of, why this is so. As Americans we tend to be loudly proud of it. We write songs about it, and tell everyone who will listen that this is so. This is so deeply believed in the United States about the United States that symbols of these principles, from time to time, are debated as being more valuable than the human life that it is meant to represent.
Four years ago, Colin Kaepernick knelt in order to draw attention to a lack of fairness within the ordinary universe where fairness is assumed. We all know that story by now, don’t we? Kaepernick, a professional athlete, was vilified for kneeling silently. He was told, and it was repeated by millions, that he was disrespecting a flag. By now, four years later, due to the deaths of many, many people at the hands of over-zealous and sometimes racist policing, some within the universe of fairness have begun to acknowledge that kneeling is not the assault on the flag that they had been led to believe. Kneeling was not about any piece of cloth, but rather about events between human beings, some of which result in death. Kneeling was not what it had been unfairly described as.
Colin Kaepernick’s career as an NFL quarterback got snatched through the wormhole. Time is precious in all aspects of human life, and more precious in some than others. For a world class athlete, youth is extremely valuable. In the time it took much of the public who could not see policing as generally too hostile to non-white members of the society that we share, Kaepernick’s career was choked out. He may or may not be offered a chance to compete as a result of this change in perspective, but he has been away from competition at the highest level for four years now, and as he has aged, his skills have also eroded due to lack of use. He is lucky to be alive, you may say. In a sense, we all are. You are lucky to be alive, but is that the level of your expectation? No. You’re American. Your expectation is a free, unblocked pursuit of your life. Mine too. I expect it.
While I was on my vacation to the alternate universe where I can’t be heard from, I could see that another young man was murdered by police. This man’s name is Rayshard Brooks. I’ll spare you the details as this just happened three days ago. You have plenty of time to make yourself aware of this incident, if you have not already. More information about that is coming. Now, Rayshard Brooks was a black man. Given the circumstances, that probably does not need to be said. And I can’t prove that the condition of his race was the reason that he was treated in such an extreme fashion by the police officer who shot him twice in the back while he was running away. However, the disparity of the results in situations like these between white men and black men is so severe, that it can be known. Just like, if you hold a bowling ball out of a second story window, it can not be proved that it will fall. This theory remains unproven. But, you can know that the bowling ball will fall to such a degree of certainty that you would not bet any amount of money on the chance that it would not…based upon the fact that gravity remains only a theory. The ball is going to fall, and white cops are going to shoot a black man in the back…in this universe.
This unfairness is repeating with such frequency and consistency that this society is now crumbling under the weight of its unfairness. This is a cautionary tale because if a structure such as the United States can quake and possibly crumble under the weight of its unfairness, any private institution can as well. This blogging website as a private institution will fail without transparent ethical practices. Being that it is private, it is not mine to determine, but as a personal practice, I err on the side of justice. I don’t use hate speech, for example. Anyone who says otherwise is a liar. The manner in which they do so, and the actions they take surrounding it support that case. You may doubt it, but I bet you don’t spend your time doubting while standing under that window.
Last week, I was snatched through the wormhole between the two parallel universes of experience in the United States, starting with the false claim that I used hate speech in two posts. I never did once. I mention that the email said “two” because BindleSnitch has a three strike policy. (Interestingly, we also don’t shoot fleeing suspects in the back for being asleep in their car, unless…) So I had a TWO strike policy applied to me, but that “two” has an actual value of zero in the original universe where we know and expect fairness, and a value of ∞ in that alternate universe because…that’s just the way it is. Zero is plenty.
Now, you might say, you’re lucky to be alive. Yes, I am. I agree. I am alive, and glad for it. I also expect it. I don’t expect to have to hope for what others take for granted. I’m not “tryin’ to drive you to da stoe”…as Hoke said in “Driving Miss Daisy.” I got my own gig. It is mine, and I don’t expect to need to thank anyone for allowing it to exist. My parents conceived me in a world where I expect it. I grew up in a town where it was my foundational expectation. I graduated several times with the full expectation that I would work my way through it to pursue life as I saw fit, never taking from, or “hating” anyone. I served as a United States Marine and an LAPD officer so that others with my expectation, or without, might have access to that fairness that I consider to be foundational.
I am grateful that my situation was not deadly like George Floyd, or Trayvon Martin, or Breonna Taylor. But that may only be a matter of time. The underlying factors are the same. I grant that you may not see them or agree. Most of the nation did not agree when Colin Kaepernick started kneeling. Many, many people had to die before minds were changed. I don’t want one of those lives to be mine, so I am speaking out now when I was merely falsely accused of using “hate speech”, and disappeared to the alternate universe for people who are disliked for being black. I know, I know…you don’t believe that. Tell you what. Stand here under this window. I’m gonna take this bowling ball, go upstairs, and let go of it directly above your head. After all, gravity is just a theory…right?
Ron Powell
06/15/2020 @ 6:29 pm
Gravity is not a conspiracy theory.
People who would accuse you of ‘hate speech’ believe they have the answer, but are incapable of knowing or comprehending what the question is…
Bitey
06/15/2020 @ 7:26 pm
I should have checked the whether report…if such a thing had existed. Maybe I should create one.
This whether report would be able to give the probabilities of an unstable err leading to a storm of falsified notions, and summary executions. Given what people do not understand about ‘hate speech’, the whether report would have been a 100% chance on that day.
But, as Scarlett O’Hara said, “after all, tomorrow is another day.”
Art W. Stone
06/15/2020 @ 10:18 pm
I believe you.
I was witness to the effort to discredit you.
The person doing it did it by lying about you.
He was terrible at it.
He should stick to lying about himself.
Bitey
06/15/2020 @ 10:35 pm
Thanks, Art.
While I don’t mean to make being “blocked” bigger than it was. Granted, people are dying as recently as a couple of days ago due to the same sort of disregard. But therein lies the point. It is the same sort of disregard. The thinking goes that this is someone I can screw over and get away with it. For centuries, society was complicit. Slowly, concessions are being made, as if to say, we’re not going to allow that anymore. In concept, it is appalling how this took place. That email claiming that I used hate speech burned my ass. Smear, and then try to kill. I’ve seen that movie too.
06/16/2020 @ 11:28 am
Well, I see that you are able to post again. You are completely correct that the “three strike” process was not followed. In fact, no one complained about your posts, so there were really no strikes at all. Editors should only take unilateral action when someone shouts fire in a crowded theater or, in other words, where IMMINENT harm to a group or an individual is involved. My policy as an editor is that I don’t even look at an article for rule violations unless I receive a complaint. You will note that when I did receive a complaint from you, it was acted upon as soon as the matter came to my attention.You are an interesting and inventive writer, a little long winded and somewhat repetitious, but then I am guilty of those same traits. I don’t read everything that gets posted on Bindle nor do I set myself up as an arbiter of content. I am more likely to get annoyed when certain people don’t follow the formatting rules but I don’t read everything that appears on Bindle. This isn’t only fish in my frying pan.
Bitey
06/16/2020 @ 11:57 am
Thanks, Alan.
That compliment reminds me of a song by Eric Clapton. Pardon my wind…
“It’s late in the evening, she’s wondering what clothes to wear.
She puts on her makeup, and brushes her long blond hair.
And when she asks me, do I look alright?
I say, my darling, you look wonderful tonight…”
…but is that what you’re going to wear?
Ron Powell
06/16/2020 @ 4:18 pm
“My policy as an editor is that I don’t even look at an article for rule violations unless I receive a complaint.”
I doubt you received a complaint about a one word title.
“I am more likely to get annoyed when certain people don’t follow the formatting rules…”
But, when certain others don’t follow the “formatting rules” you see no reason to squawk because what good is ‘white privilege’ if it isn’t properly or appropriately exercised…
Bitey
06/16/2020 @ 5:27 pm
Oh, snap!
06/16/2020 @ 2:08 pm
Oooooh! I like “Alternate Universe” stories! Let me tell you one now!
“Once upon a time” there was this web site where a convicted pedophile was the editor/admin. If you posted something they didn’t agree with they either blocked your post (let’s “say” yours) or simply deleted your post (let’s call that one mine).
Now, additionally, in this “mythical” alternate universe said editor/admin spent time in prison surrounded by “gangsters” (you know those brown skinned “dagos” originally from Sicily who have nothing better to do than shove a shiv in a pedo convict’s ass because they REALLY hate guys like that) and “ganstas” (you know those black skinned “hate speechers” originally from Africa who have nothing better to do than shove a shiv in a pedo convict’s ass because they REALLY hate guys like that).
I’m sure it is “totally coincidental” that said editor/admin should do unacceptable “deletions/blockings” to people who fall into those two demographics, right???
That is why people who are representatives of what I’d guess might be his most hated groups should “stop resisting” and protest “peacefully” happily ever after.
The End! [/sarcasm]
Bitey
06/16/2020 @ 2:36 pm
Good to see you. Please come back.
Bitey
06/16/2020 @ 3:38 pm
I was out walking my dog when I got your comment alert. Pleasant surprise. I hope all is well with you.
Yeah, I actually had four posts deleted, and then was dropped to a subscriber status, and then blocked. Two of the posts that were deleted are in my personal file. They have been examined by…the examiners and deemed free of hate speech, which I could have told you from the beginning.
The other two posts deleted were from weeks earlier, but the ‘unstable err’ decided to go back and delete a discussion of Condoleeza Rice as coach of the Browns, and some other subject that I can’t recall at the moment.
Ron Powell
06/16/2020 @ 4:29 pm
Great to hear from you Amy….
We can use a bit of spark here…
There’s a bunch of. ‘shiney hiney’, but not a whole lot of shakin’ goin’ on…
jpHart
06/16/2020 @ 5:37 pm
Omitted news straight through Sunday blues….Is the inside basketball relevant to ‘y0 Blackface post Bitey?
I pause, I type I bought the flag:
Hippie Every Little Thing Is Gonna Be Alright (Sunflower Flag DDH1403)
Much chagrin as ghost-like-well: When a butterfly flaps it wings in one part of the world IT causes a hurricane in another.
There has to be something to IT: [sic] ‘…the pounding of the drum, the pride and disgrace…’
Much appreciate your catalytic riff; LIKE: ba-rum-pa-pa-pa…how you surpass another P.M. rerun of closed caption Jeopardy!
What’d we want?! FREE WATER? What’d we get?
PURPLE RAIN
Here’s that truncated BLACKFACE momentum comet:This ranks right up there with my Miley Cyrus sighting on 7th and Church, Nashville, TN
Once upon a time….!
How’s it go: the world was new………………………………………………..>
DeFANG s/r defund the police only at last subtracts from us po-poes.
Where o where is my Epcotian Utopia???????
Proofed by a sundry GOOG of ‘Missing Women & Children’.
I sat and wondered…change is going to come…another whoosh and you’ll be happy!
New world somewhere: just around the corner.
Yeah sure—years off…50 (fifty) years ago on 11 JUN 63 Thich Quang Duc
Worldwide PTSD and then the malleable…
Enuff o’ the LICKTORIAL college.
(fade)
wait wait one fine’ question?
tell me why you are cryin’….then smilin’
Bitey
06/16/2020 @ 6:44 pm
Sorry, I missed your question earlier.
Yes, the blackface post was removed. That was part of the editor-gate. Whatever you want to call it.
The sad thing is, there is no discussion about what that post meant, why it was not hate speech, and why that sneak job on the deletions should not happen. It’s just gone like a fart in the wind.
(I do have my copy, of course).
JP Hart
04/26/2023 @ 12:21 pm
chats and flicks are made by folks like me
only God can make a flamingo
J.P. Hart
[trying to understand my iPhone 14 … Old Man River roars … you bet: numb toes, diaphragm held breaths … eagles can’t fly (dash) yet observe … Old Man River must know something … chilly and cold … Omy reflection of NAT-GEO glory … flotsam-jetsam: that rusted car door … an MTA sign floats and flips … hot dominos I AM ON THE ROAD
Water is the proof, he thought, one with nature, as though back in the race, perfectly still (where’s the asperand key on this dimly lit corner?) & & it’s either this or a Greyhound to Broadway. I CAN PLAY