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Having my one and only child born around the time Sesame Street came on the air was fortuitous for us both. Well, I may have enjoyed it more that she. In fact, the runner up program for second place was Saturday Night Live. What a nice time for television viewing.
Here is another example of the "One of These Things" game:
Prim and Proper
Bared Ankle
Boy, do I remember when women could finally wear a pant suit to work instead of a skirt or dress.
Ethnic Apparel
The Nun's Habit which kind of, sort of, reminds me of...
The Muslim Burka
All of the above is to help me illustrate an idea I had while watching Herman "9 9 9" Cain voicing his denial of having participated in sexual harassment. It also reminded me of the denial given by Clarence Thomas to Anita Hill's statement.
Back in the smoke filled rooms of yore, men laughed at these women who said their bosses, for example, had in some way and to varying degrees sexually harassed them. They referred to the women as "sluts, whores, and sometime even c**ts." Some of the words used I won't type and some newscasters won't say. Or, even worse, they will say.
Thinking on this I was reminded of the politically incorrect word "n****r." This word was said when talking about people of a certain race. The other words were said about women.
Back around the same time as "Sesame Street" the National Organization for Women" was formed. Forty years ago It was and still is a civil rights fight against discrimination against women. The words I listed are just as offensive to women as the racial slur. And yet no one seems to acknowledge it.
The women involved in sexual harassment are often debased and ultimately deemed at fault for the action taken against them. Her apparel is considered: "Her skirt was so short you know what she wanted."
And so, we come to the Muslim Burka. Apparently the women must cover themselves to assure their beauty, their sex appeal to men is not seen. In other words they have to cover themselves up to keep the men in check. Men, it seems, cannot control their sexual urges and so women must be covered from head to toe.
All of this gets to the point that women are a minority. A minority who at one time could not vote, even when male slaves were considered 5/8th of a man. Women could not own property and in fact, were the property of their father or husband. They were property of their husband just as the slaves were.
I think, as women we need to say "No More" when words are used to slur our name and character. It's about time, don't you think?
Oh, and men need to take responsibility for their thoughts and actions. And control the urge that turns them into breeders.
"Roger, once again you've written from the heart. I am so glad Prescott is keeping the mural as intended. But your own thoughts of what the child might feel was shattering. And, to me, makes the point that the deed was done. Yes, reversed, but done. The pain from the first response still overshadows the corrected. My heart cries."
My mom used to live in Arizona. About 60 minutes from Prescott. Wonderful town, we visited it more than once. It had a very nice "feel" to it. Diversified, yes. Western, yes. So it came as a big surprise that this particular town would have such a racial conflict occur.
Every place has haters and racists. Every place. Some places you have to look for it. But, you don't have to look very deep to see it, hear it, feel it. Sadly, it lies close, under the surface.
My mom and dad were both involved with the civil rights movement in the 60's. My belief that we are all one, belonging to each other, despite the differences, was strengthen by them. I shall love them forever for giving me that gift. That "amazing grace."
In high school, in sociology class, I wrote a speech about the integration of the town I lived in. I told of the rumors, and dispelled them. I knew what was true and not true because my mom and dad had been strongly involved with that integration, along with several other Unitarians. Finishing my speech, I walked back to my seat hearing whispers. The whisper that was the loudest was "she must be part nigger." I never did anything to challenge that misconception. I was okay with it.
And so, the hardest part of the Prescott story, to me, is not that a racist bigot complained about the mural, and hurled racist slurs, encouraging others to do the same, but that the school board listened to him and was ready to change the mural, was changing the mural. They changed their mind after their decision to whiten up the place. That was hurtful. The young man whose picture was being lightened saw the true meaning and depth of the racism. It wasn't just one or two people. It was the school board. And if it was the school board...who else?