The Jana 6 was brought up this afternoon. Having heard only a little about them I had to do some research to find out what I could and then go from there. In the end the only thing I could say about the whole deal is that it is sad all the way around.
Stupid white boys pulling the tail of a tiger with little or no understanding of the level of hate they perpetrated, or so they say. Angry black youth abused and pushed too far yet again and all we have left is violence and what seems like only more violence to come. The young white man who was beaten I cannot even tell if he had a part in the noose bullshit or not. Or perhaps was a part of an earlier fight between whites and blacks that went the other way for the white kids with them not being charged at all in the same degree as the black boys would be.
Sad too that is just what they were no matter what color. The white ones and the black all just boys or barely older. But the black ones were charged with attempted murder, and attempted murder with a deadly weapon even though there seems not have been one at all.
What they have in common though is the same things. Anger, confusion and bitterness over the color of each others skin and perhaps the real or perceived privilege or then again lack of privilege that go with it. They have age and hate in common, they have history in common and they have the willingness to be self righteous and contentious about the whole thing.
It is like some psycho little league game where the kids use the bats on each other while cheered on by the parents and fans until everyone is dead except the real hate mongers who will just find another neighborhood team to play for them next time.
Meanwhile we all debate.
You all break my heart. I used to say this is what made me drink and hate you all
But at least I used to say it that way, … I hated you all equally was a afraid of you all equally and wanted nothing to do with you all ever.
But don’t let any of those lines fool you. I was a angry violent young, then not so young then a thirty something white man and a dangerous person you would have never wanted to be around. Unless you were just like me. But things can change. I can change. Men can change and when we do then our boys can change too. And that is all I have now, really. The hope that my boys will never be like I was at all.
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Wouldn't it have been great if someone had had the creativity to attach a tire to the noose and invite everyone to go swinging?
I don't think there's enough creative thinking to solve the world's problems. We would have done much better transforming Afghanistan and letting the power of example be what toppled Saddam Hussein.
These kids in Jena need to go on a hike together, half wearing blindfolds, taken care of by someone from another race not wearing one. That'll learn em to be nice to each other.
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