What are women’s rights?


I began this assignment with the assumption that women’s rights were limited to abortion/reproductive rights and voting.

With just a brief and admittedly superficial reading (WIKIPEDIA FOR THE WIN!), was able to remind me of how throughout the world and during history, how restricted women have been.

As I become increasingly disaffected with the modern feminism movement, I was tempted to dismiss women’s rights entirely. But seeing the historical gains softened me a little.

The best highlight:

“Issues commonly associated with notions of women’s rights include, though are not limited to, the right: to bodily integrity and autonomy; to be free from sexual violence; to vote; to hold public office; to enter into legal contracts; to have equal rights in family law; to work; to fair wages or equal pay; to have reproductive rights; to own property; to education.[2]

We’ve come a long way baby indeed.



Belief in a Governmental Savior



h/t to Movie Web for image. – “Big government and me!”

Over the last year, I’ve been exposed to more political philosophies (conservatism, libertarianism, and “classic liberalism) that emphasize that smaller government – i.e. less government intervention – is best. This is largely due to my increasing belief in the inefficiency of governmental bureaucracy and personal rights. In particular, I am struggling to think of rights – in this article I am thinking of the classic rights mentioned in the Constitution and Bill of Rights – as inherent to an individual person as opposed to being granted to the individual via the government. I consider the government a source of protection instead of potential threat.

This is a deeply held belief that I think was instilled by the Voting Rights Act. The mythos surrounding this legislation has been lionized all of my life. When boiled to the essential lessons learned from this time in history was that government (no emphasis on particular party either) just “THE GOVERNMENT” stepped  in and stopped one group of individuals from depriving another group of individuals their rights as citizens of the same nation. It’s a story of almost of fairy tale dimensions (i.e. the handsome knight swoops in and vanquishes the evil opponent to save the damsel in distress. Yeah, but life isn’t a fairy tale so moving along) .

Just now,  writing out what the government did with the Voting Rights Act, I believe that was the correct course of action (or what my current perception of what the government did – I’m learning more and shedding and gaining new ideas every month it seems!) because that was within the proper bounds of government. The problem is, in particular for Blacks, was to continue to look towards the government to fix problems that were no longer within the strict bounds of civic rights.

The Black Book of Communism, part I


Ahhh!! I thought about writing about the Women’s March on Washington:


(say what you want about the pink hats, cat ears worn for fashion will always be adorable to me)

(h/t https://www.pussyhatproject.com/ for picture.)

or the numerous pieces written about how various groups -who are we kidding, these articles are usually written about white people, though I have seen one written about black men who voted Trump – betrayed the progressive movement.


If I had been able to write that article about the sense of betrayal my conclusion would have been on the hopeful look ahead that now people will come to see that “we” – and whatever demographic the “we” of the moment is suppose to represent – is not a cohesive unit that acts in one accord. But I doubt that will come about. Previously, guilt and shamig was used to convert or at least shush outsiders to the side of progressives but now progressives are resorting to suppression through violence


h/t Chicks on the Right for the image.

I’m not scared, yet. But I am increasingly concerned.

However these events have been covered every which way but Sunday, so instead I will write about how I am working my way through the “Black Book of Communism” (750+ pages!).

So far, I am reading about the Bolksheviks seizing power in the vacuum left by the overthrow of Nicholas II. I am just approximately 100 some pages in and already I have become somewhat acclimated to the number of people murdered. Paragraph after paragraph unrelentingly list thousands of deaths in various provinces,sectors and villages. The mind acclimates. The heart glazes over the pain, suffering and deaths. It is best this way. Because once the initial horror wears off, I am able to see better the bigger picture of methods and lies used by the Bolsheviks and communism.

Violence and terror is how Bolsheviks operated against enemies of the state, kulaks bourgesies, intelligentsia and Jews ( I was surprised with the anti-semitic beliefs that the peasants themselves had. And before the Bolsheviks in power began large scale “suppressions”of the peasants, it was the peasants themselves who actively murdered and fought the upper classes.  They were victimize rs who quickly became victims themselves. The cosmic justice of that last sentence quickly receded in the face of the overwhelming suffering laid upon the peasants.)

By the way, I am still in the infancy of the Bolshevik regime, they still haven’t consolidated their power.

But my most significant realization to date is what a sham is the very notion that this political movement was ever for the working person. The people – the peasants in particular – let it be known through continued riots and protests that they wanted to be able to own the land and the fruits of the labor. These desires were ignored, after all the Party knew better than the people what they should want and have.

Civic Basics: What is a Right?


Still working my way through the Constitution – so far “rights” are listed as the right of life, liberty and property. I guessed the first two correctly, but didn’t think of the third as being a right – the right to own property. Hmm, as a Black American, I think I will always look sideways at the right to own property. But if I just consider its benign meaning, I’m ok with it.

Anyway, I realized that just reading about the founding rights was somewhat incomplete. After all, I am currently thinking about the current popular movements demanding free health care and a minimum wage as rights? Technically, don’t these fall under the right to life and if you stretch the definition, do a back flip and look side ways at this, the right to own property as well?. Maybe, but not quite.

Which is why I am glad that I stumbled over this video that explicitly defined what a right is.

Just in case this video is removed – here is a brief transcription of the pertinent audio of what is a right as defined by economist Walter Williams.

Currently, I am reading “The Black Book of Communism” and reading list after list of  incidents of violence, murder and terror to impose rules on others. Well, let’s just say that I am acutely aware of the horror of enforcing someone else’s standard on another individual.

“A right is something that exists simultaneously among people. A right does not confer any obligation on another.” – Walter Williams

The Week of Rights


I have come to the galling realization that I only have a faint idea of what “rights” are.

This ignorance applies down the board – Civil Rights, Human Rights, Gender Rights (Men and Women’s) and to keep up with the latest fads Gay and Transgender right.

So, the next week will be dedicated to writing about my findings.

First up,


Civil Rights.

How one breakthrough candidate dampened my excitement for the next


The quickest of the quickest background needed for this piece – 1. I am a life long Democrat voter and 2. I voted for President -soon to be former – President Obama twice.

I still remember the Election Day from that year. The day just carried an excitement, I remember hearing people honking in the streets as they – as we waited for the tally to come in to confirm what so many people expected, hoped for – America had elected its first Black president.

The next election, 2012, was a decidedly less exciting affair. I don’t remember the day, the excitement. I do remember voting – this time I did early voting. The lines were long, but  the weather was pleasant. The only celebrity I met in person was Mario Van Peebles who stopped by to “encourage” the voters to stay in the voting line and actually vote I suppose.

The novelty of the first African American president(technically he is mixed, but I feel confident his race will be recorded as African American) had been greatly lowered. These people elected to their jobs were, well, expected to do their jobs. I was increasingly aggravated by the slow process that change that Obama administration had promised.

And to be more honest, I didn’t even remember what I wanted the Obama administration to accomplish. I just got caught up in the day to day fights of Democrats vs Republicans, but I had no overarching dreams/goals for the administration to accomplish. Wow, that’s sad to say, but when I announce myself as a life long Democrat, essentially I am saying that I took my marching orders as far as the most important issues from the Democratic party. Abortion, gun rights, social issues – I had an opinion about these issues because they were the issues being talked about.

Enter Madame Hilary Clinton. The supposed first female president  of the United States. And I didn’t care.  I knew the Hillary Clinton name from years of public use, she was a woman, I do believe women are capable of handling leadership roles. But her gender didn’t matter to me. I had learned from watching President Obama.

Skin color and sex didn’t matter. It comes down to whether she could do the job.

And I didn’t know if she could. Moreover, I didn’t trust her to do the job.

So I didn’t vote for her. I didn’t vote for Trump. For the first time, in my voting life, I didn’t vote at all. I felt embarrassed not to be able to say that I voted for someone.But I didn’t believe the other candidates had a chance and I don’t believe in a protest vote.




Saying no to a black collective


It’s been a twisted road getting here, but after discarding most of my support of feminism, and a generalized SJWism, I have arrived here – turning away from a path of black collectivism.

I’m tired and feel weird even typing this but I want to go on record and well, record this moment. Also, I want to figure out how on earth I got here.

Maybe it as all building up. Saying good bye to one type of collectivism after another (4th wave feminism, SJWism) so it made sense that I also would say good by to black collectivism for brevity let’s say it happened in three phases.

  1. Feeling obligated to support (i.e. spend money on) movies I didn’t want to see.
    1.  Red Tails, 12 Years a Slave, Roots, most recently Birth of a Nation – there seemed to be a slew of movies released whose marketing included the implicit and sometimes explicit message that my blackness obligated me to see. My skin color, not my tastes, my own desires. Go because you are black. I rarely go to the movies now (I have internet access is a sufficient explanation), so I need to be excited enough, interested enough in a movie to persuade myself to dish out the dollars. So I was growing increasingly annoyed how I, myself, me who resides underneath this skin was being IGNORED and told to come to the movies in service of others.
    2. Black collectivism demands that you treat others of your ilk like a charity.
    3. Black collectivism speaks of a unspecified, vague explanation that support (my money) is required for “the greater good.” What greater good? To help others grow rich. What good does an individual black person being rich do for the collective? Well, it boosts black people’s image to the wider world – Hmm, ok. It Allegedly it will also benefit other black people because this black company will hire black workers and will spend money in black communities. Well, this would only apply to small mom and pop black businesses – businesses anchored in the black community. But I see the buy black to support other blacks applied to large “black owned” conglomeromates as well- the formerly black owned Carol’s Daughter, . When Tidal attempted to spin a yarn of being black owned I possibly damaged my eyeballs from rolling them so hard. buy black is a comforting pr spin but not really beneficial as well.
    4. Black collectivism is based on non issued promises.
      1. Touchy example-a black person buys a nother black person’s movie tickets to support what a black person is doing. They bought the ticket becuase they had been taught that they were obligated to, that purchase symbolize them holding up their part of the bargain. However it comes out tht the movie director/actor that you bought the ticket to support is a Republican married interracially or is living in some other way that you do not approve of – promises not kept. Queue the outraged social media protests. Stuff the online outrage says I of today. Because the person did not make any explicit promises to you. Accept it or move on.
    5. Black collectivism stuffs you in a box and relies on guilt and shame to keep you there.
      1. certain behaviors such as the music you are suppose to like to the way you dress talk and style your hair