My Life in the Sunshine (Autobiographical)
Recently I saw a movie called Hidden Figures and thought that this could not be a true story. This motion picture coupled with Fences were the two African American must see films this year, but Hidden Figures impacted me far beyond August Wilson’s screenplay. The memories of my past flooded my mind because I was alive during the climax of the real events that occurred in this movie yet was ignorant of the facts Hidden Figures exposed. It was exciting to know that it was the mathematics of a black woman that came into play when determining the trajectory used to get a man to the moon and back to earth safely in 1969. Why wasn’t this taught during Black History month while I was coming to age? Opening Pandora’s box of other questions like: Did we ever arrive on the moon and why haven’t we returned since 1969? Did Galileo and Newton discover the great things they were credited with or was it of African origin, etc.?
Remembering asking my guidance counselor why I had to take applied math instead of algebra my freshman now made sense and remembering why the zeitgeist frowned upon African Americans pursuing advanced science and math courses. During the eighties, it was considered very uncool to enjoy these disciplines.
My DNA begged to differ not towards math but didactical thinking. How could wisdom be veiled and replaced with a bundle of lies and mistreatments and an standardized devaluation of the mitochondrial strains which internally connect me? Instead of celebrating the scholastic interests that were ever so present, people around me while I was growing up reveled in simple jest and were content with a bundle of lies handed to us by American culture.
This movie was a micro view into a panoramic past. An American conspiracy promotes fraud that promotes the logic that brown and tan people are inherently criminal. This logic is apparent overwhelming numbers of African Americans and Latinos that are in the prison population as opposed to people of Caucasion origin.
Brown and Tan people in America are placed in boxes in America and fed lies repetitively until a lie is accepted as truth.
This great deception is a strong delusion! Brown and tan people are carted to correctional facilities so Blanche could be safe. While fakers like the bloody Dame who lied on Emmit Til sing America the beautiful.
After being fed lies for nearly fifty years, I am coming to realize that Black is a status. A status of inferiority immediately thrusts upon brown or tan individuals born in America, hounding us non stop publicly and privately. This is a design that perpetuates a permanent underclass in the United States of America. Those who subscribe to racism and are subject to its ill effects are its legitimate preservers (see Stockholm Syndrome). It is sick when whites are rewarded for being white and brown and tan people are denigrated for being brown or tan. When this behavior is institutionalized it is not long until that society ends unless this malady is corrected. But once you accept this reward OJ of Bill Cosby still keep it real with your folks Tiger Woods. Once you betray those brown and tan Americans still held at bay by the false iron grip of racism and whites get tired of using you where can you go or where can they turn? White society acts as a unit because the media controls their train of thought. (with a few exceptions. True black beauty lies in the fact that you could be yourself without keeping another brown or tan person down. The Willie Lynch style indoctrination is breakable by the warrior soul. My beautiful black princes and princesses who rise above mediocrity into the blissful state of I AM.
Israel wore one pair of socks for 6 months. They were green and never stunk. He had time on his hand so he cleaned them ever chance he got. Every time he stepped out of his cell, murderers gazed and robbers railed but, he never fell.
As he read the Good Book, he acquired sympathy for the Children of Israel and their wilderness experience. Israel began to understand why they achieved zero velocity. Going nowhere fast; talking slick but really sick inside. One day during his 6 month stay he had an epiphany: a sort of a self discovery. Reflecting back, he thought: “God, had His hand my his life all the time.” Also realizing that he’ll make little progress, if any with a bitter disposition regardless of circumstance.
His cell mates cheered ecstatically when cops crashed as the evening news reported. This he wondered about in bewilderment and concluded that their cheers were disguised hostility. Israel discovered that you can be free while incarcerated and to be bitter inside, even if you have a reason is a tragic experience. He didn’t want to lose hope as the others.
Serving time for running from the cops, in contrast to the others who were looking at 35, 65 or 99 years. Pulled over after the cops noticed his car trunk ajar, he put the petal to the metal. Afraid they’ll find the open containers and paranoid he sped off. He was caught tazed and processed all with those same green socks.
His green socks never smelled and gained distinction as the one who wore them became known as short timer (an instant target). With much caution he tryed to understand the authorities who put him with jealous killers. He knew the authorities were not empathetic to a brown mother who raised him clean. Israel thought “I hope I can make it out of this alive.” He knew that his demise would irreparably tear his mother apart. So what did Israel do while in the fire of this affliction? He started a gospel choir and it was revealed that he was indeed an evangelist.
Those green socks soon became a symbol of inspiration inside the walls of the jail where hope seemed to fail. An itinerant evangelist was born there that stepped upon the burning coals of affliction, wearing green socks and flip flops striding where free men never crept under constant awareness of being killed the grace of God protected Israel where the price of human life was worth a honey bun.
His green socks never gave, even to his last day of this experience when he saw a peeking toe. That is how he knew it was time to go.
“For the Lord thy God hath blessed thee in all the works of thy hand: he knoweth thy walking through this great wilderness: these forty years the Lord thy God hath been with thee; thou hast lacked nothing” (Deut. 2:7).
Have you ever been in a total solar eclipse? I remember being in a total solar eclipse when I lived in Michigan (1974). The only thing I can remember them telling us that it will be over soon and not to look at the sun. I was six years old at the time and I remember walking to school in the dark. I thought that this was weird but very cool. As a six year old you’re always experiencing new things but this phenomenon was exceptional. We lived just across the street from the elementary school and on my way to school during the short walk, I didn’t remember seeing the sun, but not looking at the sun never made much sense to me, since it was dark anyway and I’ve stared into the sun at full strength before and my eyes could still see. Later that day, I remember running from dragonflies! Adults said that if they ever stung you then you would die.
I believed this too but later found out dragonflies were not poisonous. Yet, I still hear them tell people not to look at the sun during a total solar eclipse. Ironically, it was from pictures of this observation (a total eclipse) that proved that mathematical formula for Einstein’s Theory of Relativity in Australia (1922).
“Stay foolish ” (Steve Jobs). Today’s (March 20, 2015) total eclipse can be seen in the Faroe Islands and the eclipse will be seen parts of the North Atlantic, Greenland, Africa and Europe at 4:30 (EST). Why would anyone not want to see the total eclipse despite what they say about looking at this once in a lifetime event? You can watch it live. Join the fraternity of the low percentage of the population that has ever seen a total eclipse.
“On average total eclipses appear every 360 for any given location.”