In Memory of the Slaves

Today is Tuesday, 1 August 2006.

As I like to say, “Ain’t that a caution”.

(Now if that sounds like a Southern White Male talkin’, “ain’t that a caution”. FULL DISCLOSURE: your author was born, by an accident of history and no choice of his own, in Mississippi, where his father was mustering out of the United States Air Force, instead of in Kansas. As Don Rumsfeld would say, “Stuff happens”.)

Maybe the following is a coincidence, or perhaps To Whom It May Concern exists, and planned the following thusly.

Why did the puppy of our canine horde begin to woof at 4 AM, this AM, setting in train a set of circumstances (three more woofs and a meow) which led to the crewe here at the MoB watching, at that unholy hour, an excellent movie, The Big Kahuna?

All about “salesmanship”, marketing rep-ism. Miller and Mamet territory. Based on Hospitality Suite, a play by Roger Rueff.

At any rate, a theme appropo for THIS DAY IN HISTORY:

1619- Caucasian entrepreneurs put upon sale the first African slaves at Jamestown, Virginia.

When your author lived in NYC, he perpetrated upon the city a series of political posters, one of the most popular of which was:

White America
Cannot forgive Blacks
For the Crime of Slavery.

Now, I’m not necessarily implicating all whites, but just making a polemical point about the origins of white racism.

One thing leads to another.