Dead White Men

My niece will vote for the first time in her life on November 5. First times are only times. First times are unforgettable. She is excited. Ready. Willing. She wants to vote! Undoubtedly, she will feel proud when she does. She will most likely watch the results on election night on tik tok. She will have become an adult in her own right having earned a new right. I wonder if the historical significance of this upcoming U.S. election is possible for a first-time voter to grasp? We hear so often about what is at stake in this election. We get that it matters that we vote; crucial, in fact. Engaging new voters is a hope for the future of our Democracy. They matter. The sooner one gets that idea lodged into the psyche, the better. We only get so many Presidential elections in a lifetime.

This November will be my fourteenth Presidential election. Each vote, with the exception of two, was cast for a white man. There was no other choice. This time will be a first for me, as well as for my niece, because the top of the ticket will have the name of an African American Woman! How many generations has it taken to get here? We all know the answer.

All those White Men running toward the White House have given up little turf for others outside their elitist club. They held onto that baton as long as possible. It has been a closed relay race, in the way some states have a closed primary, like the state where I live. When I first arrived in Florida, I couldn't believe it, or understand it. Firsts can be shocking and surprising: I have received no ballots for any primary election when the party for which I registered does not have a candidate listed. My vote does NOT count, because my vote is not counted. Florida has consistently voted along one party line statewide since 1999! Twenty-five years! That's a lot of missed voting days for anyone like me. Today that changed.

On my seventy-first birthday, I voted as if for the first time for a new State Senator to replace yet another of the "Dead White Men whose importance and talents may have been exaggerated because he belonged to a historically dominant gender and ethnic group."*

Shall we talk about who the "elitist" truly is in this Presidential election? I think we all know the answer.

*https://www.thefreedictionary.com/

Who Would Have Thought?

In 2016, I cancelled my subscription to the New York Times for one reason: the coverage of candidate Donald J. Trump was appalling. I waited for "all the news that's fit to print" to hit page one. "The Donald" was, after all, a hometown boy, of sorts. Business was his middle name around Manhattan real estate with a reputation as tall as any skyscraper that he owned. Around that time, I heard an NPR story that described the Russian mafia's relationship with DJT in great detail. (Remember these were early days.)

The "Times", that is, The New York Times

hardly wrote about those connections, or

his long-standing practice of racism toward black tenants, the fake"University" that ripped off innocent people, the sexual abuses of women in and around the Big Apple. Instead, the "man of the hour" got a pass from the largest paper of record in the US when it should have been exposing him as the man that he is not. Instead, the NYT gave space to escapades of one of the rich and famous (Think Elon Musk) moving about in a jet plane with his name in letters that can be read from the ground. Reporters didn't dog this candidate in the early days when it mattered most. Yet, they pounced on other candidates running for President of the free world. The outcome could not have been worse. I blamed the NYT for its failure to tell the truth about this person who swore with his hand on a Bible on a bitter January day in 2016 to uphold the Constitution.

If he were a "fair-haired" boy, a "golden boy" with a lineage to boast and a record to back it up, then one might almost understand propping up such a stalwart despite shortcomings. (Think JFK) But, let's be honest, this towhead bears no resemblance to any other Presidential candidate to have ever faced reporters' questions so often designed for a lame brain. There is no other way to understand how such a swindler has gotten so far, and away with so much. In days since, the NYT cannot give enough coverage to the truth about this candidate now trolling for another "get out of jail free" card, which seems to be handed out like candy from judges in high and low courts and even the media.

You can pull the wool over people's eyes with lies that go unchecked, un-fact checked, that is. The job of the free press is to keep us informed about those wolves in sheep's clothing. The NTY, in my humble opinion, failed and has been trying ever since to make up for the worst possible outcome this country has ever experienced. I have not returned to that publication for my news. There are other sources that so far have earned my trust.

The NYT gets a second chance to do their job by giving fair and balanced coverage to all candidates. This may feel like "Her Moment" to ride a wave to victory, thereby sinking the second presidency of the one who shall not be named here, but who must be named and called out in bold face by major publications like the NYT for his woeful limitations, and most importantly for the plethora of lies that go unchallenged. We shall see what the next 90 days bring.

Childless Cat Lady Julian

Mystic and First Woman to Write

a book in English in the Fourteenth Century.

She lived alone, indeed, with a cat, in a cell called an Anchorage, attached to St. Julian's Church in Norwich, England.

There she lived and there she wrote Revelations of Divine Love during the infamous Black Death plagues.

Her message of hope was embraced by those who came to her window to hear about Love, Divine Love.

It's been 650 years, but Lady Julian has not been forgotten by the world writ large.

She lived as the insider/outsider in the in-between space, the liminal

space. Her theology was founded there. It is a “thinking/experiential” theology born of her mystical encounters with the Divine. The message lived beyond the church’s oppressive authority. She was never called a heretic, she was never sainted. She was someone between the two, careful with her words to honor “Holy church” while sharing with her “Even Christians”, like us, the message of hope and unconditional love. Pilgrims, like me, travel long distances to sit in her Anchorage. Some of her titles are: Lady Julian, Mother Julian, Dame Julian.

Photo of the Anchorage attached to St. Julian's Church, Norwich.