#predudice

[poetryaccident]

Poem - Shed a Tear

Shed a Tear

Shed a tear for the deceased put to rest six feet deep now the attempts are put aside to truly live against the tide

this empty shroud of could have been still the shell walks the earth a husk pretending to be whole even though the best is gone

while the others dance on graves exclaiming perversion has been laid put to ground as dogma states is the way of holy grace

sharp ridicule filled with disgust in this world that few may trust celebrates the hollow victory the walking dead in mimicry.

© 2019. Sean Green. All Rights Reserved. 20191107.

The poem “Shed a Tear” is about tears shed at random moments and then the moments afterwards.

[mrken777-latest-hits]

This is really wrong but I still think its discrimination but funny...

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[qtplatypus]

I’m super irritated by people who apply the techniques of literary analysis to the lives of real living people. It seems so often used as a disingenuous tool to allow the criticism of people that it is the target of.

I’ve seen this type of psydo-psychology used to attack transpeople, aces, the hypersexed, poly and kinky people.  I’m sure it was used against GLB people as well (though “real” psychology was used on them).

Even if it wasn’t used to retroactively justify prejudices I am sure that it still would be an act that pollutes the discourse.  Fictional characters are simple things that have to make narrative sense.  However people are complex messes of experiences, biology, influences and just random events. Even if we could look into that exclusive world that is another person’s psych people still would not make sense.

Literary analysis is a fun game of making up ideas about made up people in made up plots.  In that magic circle of play space it is an enjoyable activity for consenting people.  When you start to take it to real people, to people who have not consented to be involved.  When by doing so you cause suffering or justify the harm others do, then it is no longer a game and you should stop.

[chriswhodrawsstuff]

Blame.

I walked past someone this morning, someone who has actively caused myself and numerous other people a lot of harm. Their life isn’t particularly hard, their house was paid for in cash by a parent and, despite a chaotic life filled will drink and drug abuse, they are still working with children and young adults on a regular basis. Regardless of how charmed a life this person leads, they lead,…

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[mbriggs018-blog]

A protest song about the shootings/ racism/ prejudice in North Carolina.

[yesdarlingido]

Ideally, what should be said to every child, repeatedly, throughout his or her school life is something like this: 'You are in the process of being indoctrinated. We have not yet evolved a system of education that is not a system of indoctrination. We are sorry, but it is the best we can do. What you are being taught here is an amalgam of current prejudice and the choices of this particular culture. The slightest look at history will show how impermanent these must be. You are being taught by people who have been able to accommodate themselves to a regime of thought laid down by their predecessors. It is a self-perpetuating system. Those of you who are more robust and individual than others will be encouraged to leave and find ways of educating yourself — educating your own judgements. Those that stay must remember, always, and all the time, that they are being moulded and patterned to fit into the narrow and particular needs of this particular society.

Doris Lessing

[baronbookmark]

Prejudice & Discrimination: Crash Course Psychology #39

Everyone invested in the densions over Furguson in the US should probably start taking an interest in this series

[cumuluslife]

. . . when I left her to-day, she put her arms around me and felt my shoulder blades, to see if my wings were strong, she said. 'The bird that would soar above the level plain of tradition and prejudice must have strong wings. It is a sad spectacle to see the weaklings bruised, exhausted, fluttering back to earth.'

Kate Chopin, The Awakening