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A Surprise Witness for Minnesota

To Each His Owned

Are you into surveys…social scientist-done studies…” opinion pieces” where all is presented with third-person, psychic-with-no-psychic-powers-generalities like this: (from “Minnesota Nice and Racism”-Twin Cities daily Planet)

Minnesota Blog pic    Well, this may be for you if you like arguing with the screen or printed page.

In my years living Minnesota I held the same jobs, lived in the same, demographically diverse neighborhoods as I lived in during the Northeastern, Mid-Atlantic and Southern region-living portions of my life.

I redefine the truths evident in the sources/URLs below from the perspective that utilizes the blunt truth style of the Northeast and Deep South:

  • In the piece below about Minnesota Nice being a veil for racism, I would counter that having grown up in places where the racism is just as evident in the attitudes of the white majority, Minnesota is the first place that I didn’t hear about it. Many years here…never been called any racial slur by anyone in or out of uniform. Not even walking into a bar filled with about 50-70 bikers…my order was taken, I was brought my meal, I paid then left. Even the bikers by the door who easily could have folded me up and put me in their shirt pocket, just kept looking where I was not until I walked out the door.

Maybe they hated me, maybe they had no words for an outsider/outgroup member, maybe they didn’t care…whatever the thoughts/feelings/opinions behind their silence and aversion-to-eye-contact-freeze-frame, I left completely unobstructed while not not hearing it.

  • As for the picture of a white man in a police officer’s face, I counter that anyone, even the elderly and disabled, would be stupid to walk up on a man or woman in uniform. True, I am of mixed ethnicity, but even relatives I meet for the first time think I am African-American until I speak native (never asked why), but I never had a problem approaching a police officer (within arms-reach)—whether in Hattiesburg or Hastings—because I kept my empty hands visible, (fingers unfolded) with my cell-phone (and anything else that could be reimagined to be a gun in my pocket and unseen.

This is not a statistical, many-times removed analysis asking you to rely on what someone you don’t know says about this State, just an exercise that acknowledges in conclusion that every pose, policy, position or picture of the sources below would never be just as true copy-and-pasting any State other than Minnesota in any or all.

  • In Minnesota, reducing it to a minimalist’s math, my struggle is with the Legislature’s words and actions (only 33% of a State trifecta of People, Police and Policy); while in eight other States I have lived or worked in for at least one year, the struggle is outwardly manifested in the words and actions of all three (100%).


The Underserved Serving Each Other

The Common Market for Eastern and Southern Africa may be completely unknown to the readers of this blog but it is a fascinating, yet grossly underreported, economic union of 19 ( nineteen) African nations that predated the EU, Nafta and other economic, intranational partnerships.

It was first formed in 1981.

It is  very simple agreement with a revolving leadership, a court for disputes between companies and does not require a non-native company nor any of its human components to need citizenship to enter and flourish.

It welcomes the outsider, the outlier, and the members of any and all peaceful outgroups.

Although they drive on the left side of the road and have their steering wheels on the right side of the dashboard, that would be the extent of British remnants within the former colonies in Comesa. They do have tight reigns on citizenship with no skipping the line, a soundly majority Christian culture separated from the State, but they allow anyone from anywhere to come for work and a better life.

As with Tunisians and Zimbabweans letting their “democratic” dictators go to a life of retirement “exile” in Saudi Arabia,  these nations allow all member nations ( including the Democratic Republic of the Congo and others much-maligned for civil rights abuses, election fraud, torture, etc.) to take their turn in the council leadership with hidden agenda to investigate or entrap.

Currently, the CEO of the Comesa Council is Sandra Uwera ( a Rwandan woman) and the head of the Business Council is Gallina Tembo ( also female, but never asked her native nationality). Consider, also, Pacra ( the Business Registration Office) had six of eight registration officer positions held by women.

All this is so little known and reported on (outside of Al Jazeera), maybe this’ll spark a Google or Wikipedia search…….



Getting to the Rub, So To Speak…..

For an ancient, married, bored-with-yet-still-invested in learning the maze that is my kids’, nephews’ and nieces’ social circles, the way the “That’s my new friend…” end game got its start.

It used to be that the intent of the socialite, party-goer, the-pay-to-play-party-organizer was made evident in whispers, winks, half-hints, asides, short-indirect-directives meant for like-minded-but-opposite-ish-cliques to attract. But, this laugh-then-look-in-and-around-image below caused me to reflect on how the proverbial times have not changed as much as the text-while-crossing-the-street-in-rush-hour generation’s elders might have one believe.

I’m not the sometime-socio-psychologist, the in-disguise-Dear Abby or Django-Judy Blume–not even trying to be. Just intrigued by the labels on the cups below my firsthand is familiar with: “Taken” and “DTF” and “Single AF”, but the “It’s Complicated” seems to have the ring of “Incogwego”….the we leave here at sort of the sam time, but we are not “together”, in it to get our rocks off but unconditionally leaving all stones unturned.

Decades passing may redefine some things, but how the young-and-the-restless, the young-at-heart and the young-and-dumb-as-f*** get signals, indicators, labels ( whatever new or forgotten ways to redlight the not-so-special) ready for the show haven’t really changed.

So many images on Twitter, so many a shared experience that one chose to post in admiration of cleverness. A chance I took to show how one who never tweets can appreciate one who did once.

This is clever af


We First Survives Age and Affluence?

After I read the Mainwaring Prologue and a significant amount of Chapter One, I felt like I was witnessing a paraplegic looking up at Mount Everest as a path worth pursuing.

My position of this is that even as honorable as the author’s goal is, it is difficult to maintain is the understatement of a lifetime.

Mainwaring’s purpose is to inspire both those at the height and the up and coming to each do their part in fixing capitali, making it nurture all its engine-parts, not let the average atrophy.

This argument is not lost on the up and coming. Those striving to establish themselves are too busy pursuing money of their own to worry about the finances/financial situations of others. His argument I agree with, because my volunteering is built on the premise that human beings can still do better work than the more profit-friendly machines or algorithms. It is through this giving independent employment status to other s that allowed my volunteering to get both funding (at the onset) and to get media at a bargain rate ( capping all employees salaries at the Non-Profit level and not the LLC stratosphere).

The spark to write this book is necessary because I don’t know if those that can truly affect an economy would be convinced that selling more at volume after giving away     (or giving for less) is the true mark of profit.