“Gentle*men . . . “
Being that you are reading this already puts you on a higher plane of existence than the reactionary trolls who make these fascist laws against women like the present Senate version of the House’s H.R.4982 – Violence Against Women Reauthorization Act of 2012, (S. 1925: Violence Against Women Reauthorization Act of 2011). Studying the insights of the Support for Marissa Alexander page it was not surprising that the demographics of interest of the page bear out some stark and rather frightening results.
Of males in the age range of 35 to 44 age, and females in the same range:
35.65% of females polled show support for Marissa’s cause, while only:
5.6% of males show the same support.
In a country such as the United States, which consumes over 70% of the worlds resources while we only rank the 4th. per capita in population, we come in a sad ranking of 523rd. place of countries who could collectively even care about Marissa Alexander’s plight, who is also an American.
Presently men make all the laws, and it is men who for the whole spectrum of reasons break these same laws. While the numbers in the on-gong study only get exponentially more dismal as age range increases, I ask you gentlemen, who is it that should bear the lion’s share of the responsibility? Today, Speaker of the House John Bohner (R-OH) has pretty much said FU to women, and especially women soldiers who put it on the line for you and me every day, and some of them may still not come home. As a Marine, when I took the Oath of Enlistment I swore to “support and defend the Constitution of the United States against all enemies, foreign and DOMESTIC.” The last time I looked, the Bill of Rights of ALL citizens were inclusive, in the realization that the oath continues void of any expiration date. I did not sign up for this: to watch my own fellow citizens become fodder for the wholly owned subsidiaries of Republican agenda operative Karl Rove, and Koch Industries, and their henchmen the Prison for Profit military industrial complex in which is unjustly imprisoning Marissa Alexander for merely Standing Her Ground.
Yet, here we are with our big, fat remotes clenched tightly in our massive hands scared that someone gonna come by and turn the game back to Jeopardy. This sort of reminds me of a beach shot I took once of a young child holding on to what we men treasure of all of our anatomy as he watched what was probably the ‘biggest wave he ever saw.’ I see it sometimes as an obscene and yet a sort of poetic inverse of justice that starts early in our childhood rearing in that we assumed and thrusted certain, self-ordained and manifested privileges upon ourselves as we also began to discriminate between the sexes just as we did fork the RED for stop and GREEN for go traffic lights. Society genderfied us way before our parents ever thought they had the chance to, thus for most of us we still have these inner conflicts in differing degrees while still coming to terms with a whole host of interactive models of appropriate behavior amongst the species. Is there a reason why the government will not come clean on the real rapidly increasing numbers of women service personnel who report they have been raped and abused every year? Our problem is getting worse gentlemen, and Marissa Alexander is the name no one wants found on their lips this election cycle as it opens the flood gates for a whole host of problems namely the “War on Women.
Like the man (Will,i.am) said, “Its a New Day” gentlemen and in this ‘new day’ we are expected to treat all people as equals. Although, in so doing we have to take our lesser-gifted buddies, dawgs and homies to task on the issue of this new found respect for the same species that not only bought us into this world, that spent complete lifetimes listening and grappling indubitably with our every cry, fear, concern, lie and deceit that we come up with from the cradle to the grave. Now they die for us! Albeit and just recently they have asked Congress yet for more equality in being allowed to fight and die along with their male comrades and warriors. What does that say about you and me gentlemen? Are we going to allow people to constantly crap all over the main reason why you and I exist at all? Come on, cross the dots and tell me you will at least talk with one male this week and help them to usher in this new era of equality. Many have dreamt it, and others and I also “have a dream.” I hope August 28, 1963 is not lost on you. In closing, I ask that you ponder the scientific reality of human birth that for a while as fetuses, we were ALL female for a while. But then WTF do I know about anything, I’m just a young Buddhist. You know, yinyáng and all that. – June 20, 2012
One frame in a series of “Hands and Feet” C. 1980 Los Angeles, CA
Camera: Nikon F
Lens: 35mm f/1.4
Film: Kodak Tri-X 400
Paper: Ilford Multigrade
Digital: Opal reader: 10 pixels/mm @ 600 DPI