A little follow-on story about my Cousin Mike, whom we lost in a pedestrian/vehicle accident on Halloween. I mentioned that he was probably on the autism spectrum, & that he liked to sneak into a theater near the last group home he lived in to watch movies. The local police 1/
had responded to several calls about him, & finally told the theater manager just to let him watch b/c he wasn't hurting anything. His niece went by the theater to let them know about Mike, & she learned the rest of the story today. 2/
The manager told him that if he was going to watch movies there without paying, he needed to at least do a little work around the place sweeping up. They gave him a broom and set him to work between films, & when he wasn't watching or sweeping 3/
he liked to follow the staff around and have long conversations with them. Knowing Mike, he would probably rattle on forever about favorite films and who starred in them and who directed them and their ratings and every other bit of trivia about them you can imagine. 4/
Not only did the staff tolerate that, some of them apparently came to know and care about him. When his niece told them what had happened, they cried. I think that they gave him some things that were worth so much more than just free viewing time. 5/
They gave him friends. They gave him family. They gave him dignity and work. They gave him their time. They gave him their patience and attention. They gave him confidence that he, too, had something to offer THEM & society. 6/
I think it is not too much to say that they gave him love.
This, friends, is what social justice looks like. This is what "Do unto others" looks like. I wish every person with differences had people like this in their life.
Thank you, theater staff. I love you all. 7/end
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Here's a little thread on Black history and the @NavalAcademy for your Saturday. As background: No African Americans were admitted to USNA between Henry E. Baker of MS (1874) & James Lee Johnson of IL (1936). Wesley Anthony Brown '49 would be the 1st Black graduate. 1/
Henry Baker deserves his own thread, but he's not the young man I want to write about today. Today I'd like to tell you about James A. Parsons, Jr., of Dayton, OH (1900-1989). 2/
James A. Parsons, Jr., born May 30, 1990, was the son of James A. Parsons, Sr., the butler to metallurgist and entrepreneur Pierce Davies Schenck. (In 1917, Schenck became one of 3 founders of Duriron Co. in Dayton.) 3/
Spent a part of the day at @librarycongress reading letters from the secretary of the DC branch of the NAACP in the 1910s, a graduate of @fisk1866, to various (white) editors/publishers. In dignified, beautiful prose, he explained why certain words were racial slurs— 1/
and why publishers who'd printed books & articles w/those words in them should elevate their minds & their language. He was particularly troubled by the potential effect of using one of those words in a counting rhyme ("Ten Little [Deleted]s") in a children's book would have 2/
on Black children who might be given a copy. He mentioned that it had recently become official policy of the @boyscouts to prohibit boys from using racial slurs to describe African Americans, Jews, Italians, and Poles. 3/
And let's take a look, @SMH_Historians, at a little example of how this works, right from military history. Yeoman 3rd Class Inez Beatrice McIntosh (Jackson), USNR(F), was one of the 1st 14 Black women to serve officially, & openly as Black women, in the US armed forces. 1/
She was the youngest child of formerly enslaved parents Philip and Bettie Royster McIntosh of Okolona, Mississippi. After her wartime service in Washington, DC, she married her colleague Pocahontas Jackson's younger brother DeForest. DeForest Jackson became a dentist. 2/
Here's Inez, probably in 1918. She was about 24 years old. Isn't she cute? I can't swear that the sailor making sheep's eyes at her is DeForest Jackson, but Inez was from a very nice family & I don't think she'd let just any boy hold her hand & look at her that way. 3/
So many issues w/the way this is presented here. First: Learning difficulties do not equal "low intelligence." One of the smartest officers I served with was functionally illiterate. Couldn't read nursery rhymes. He had a MS in electrical engineering.
Asked how he'd managed it: he could read equations like I read text—better, maybe. He'd developed a photographic memory. He asked classmates who were doing well to tell him what had been in assigned readings in classes that weren't math/physics/engineering.
A lot of the smartest, most capable enlisted people I worked with had some small learning difference that resulted in mediocre high school grades or an inability to sit through lecture classes in college. They enlisted when they fell through the cracks. Still amazing sailors.
Between the SMH letter & this stupid article, I spent entirely too much time today reading about the longing of white men for a time when they didn't have to sit w/the discomfort of acknowledging that some lives & all of history are inherently political. nytimes.com/2021/09/17/boo…
Wanting to "purify" art & history of the political is, in itself, a political stance: one that dismisses, excludes, & belittles the lives, experiences, & histories of women, people of color, the disabled, the LGBTQ community.
It's also an attempt at elitist gatekeeping. I'm so sick of that shit. Taking a political or moral stance does not exclude the possibility of contradiction & ambiguity. Excluding the political limits & circumscribes the possibility for contradiction & ambiguity, in art & history.
Good morning to everyone except Jim Golby. I'd like to say a few things about emotionally abusive relationships this morning. First, emotional abuse is abuse. Full stop. 1/
Emotional abuse happens when a predator manipulates the emotional needs & desires of the victim to compel behavior that, all other things being equal, the victim would not normally choose to engage in. 2/
That’s why consensual sex, as we typically understand it, can be a component of an emotionally abusive relationship. It makes things particularly insidious. 3/