It is tough sliding back into the skin of Arizona living. I miss New York. There is a part of it that is always thrumming through my veins, driving me back towards the city. I think about the place of my birth and I think about what cool is and what culture (dominant and useful culture) means. I think about Arizona and I think about summer bugs beating at my door, oppressive heat, and naked contentment with subpar conditions. It is home and I love it in a certain way. There are days like today when all I want to do is sit in the yard and feels the breeze course over me. Then there are other days when I recognize that I sit in the cradle of ignorance.
Some Thoughts:
- I struggle with children of oppression who wind up being crazy racist. The Sterling thing has me pretty pissed off–not the part about him being racist, but the part about him being a Jewish racist. You’d think the lessons learned from his own family would show him the horrors of discrimination…