Saturday, 17 June 2017

Thoughts on Racism

Hello 

Just posted a video about Ai Weiwei I love him a lot, below are some thoughts on racism.  His quote "If a nation cannot face it's past, it has no future" is basically what I wanted to express

 I posted this on facebook this time last year.  Please forgive its rough edges and mistakes.  I don't want to sanitize and polish undeveloped thoughts.  There is so much self conciousness and fear from looking a bit ridculous. 

I'm gonna post later about the effort made in society trying not to look ridiculous and the addiction to making good impressions, keeping up appearances is inherently to do with stigma I reckon.  Running as fast and as far away as possible from what is considered mad.  


Here's my early post on racism

 

 Evolution bearing fruit.

Evolution in a nutshell, or as far as I understand this subject.
A human being has for example, developed over thousands of years from an organism reproducing, then on and on developing and adapting to and with the environment. Alongside our history, evolves and develops we shape it and it shapes us.
Would it be fair to say that evolution is the result of actions a kind of cause and consequence. an animal runs a lot chasing prey, the consequence is they develop strong legs, a crude way of arguing a complex subject I know.
So if our history could be compared to evolution of organisms could it be that the actions of our fore father's in recent history the Atlantic slave trade and the subsequent thriving economy has consquences in the here and now?
Many believe racism is in the mind of people who black or brown skined and that white privilege doesn't exist. Why then do so many people have so much hate and anger towards the system?
I believe that the problems of racism inherent in the system have not been resolved. People are enraged with how they are treated not because they have a chip on their collective shoulder.
For the sake of arguement say the last 200 years of the burgeoning Capitalist system. There must be consequences to the causes of building. i.e. where does all the earth that is dug up go ? Like the new Paris development in the 19th century. A lot was discarded destroyed and people moved on to make way for progress
I believe we are starting to experience (as complex as they are) consequences emerge from these developments and although society has achieved great things. The issues we are currently experiencing inherent racism, violence and destruction of the environment are also the results. Runs very deep and long.
I think we are the generation that is going to pay the price unfortunately.

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A story by Izzy

Live Forever

Once upon a time, in a place far far away, there lived a beautiful and spirited woman, who was like a wild flower.

Her hair contained the most incredible dreams and wonderful magic spells, from the most beautiful parts of the earth and from the edges of the solar system.

The wind of the East fell deeply in love with her and played through her lovely locks, it became such that she could command the weather.

One day the wind spoke to the smoke of her cigarette and told it to cling to each and every strand of her beautiful hair.
The cigarette smoke obeyed the wind and saturated through everyone of the golden threads and began to decay from within.


The bright sunshine of her days began to grow dimmer and colder and she was dragged deep under ground and was sent to Whitchurch Castle in the clouds.

Here she battled tooth and nail with demons and dragons. Spoke with angels and had untold adventures with good and evil.

The beautiful dreams that dwelt in her hair, turned into terrifying nightmares.

She went to the well to wash her hair, but the water would not cleanse or renew it. The sun refused to shine upon it and the saddest of all, the wind no longer wanted to play with it.

So the young woman by this time, had become a princess, scraped back her beloved hair into a ponytail and the gold sunshine began to grow out, taking her dreams and magic spells with it.

The Castle keepers were worried about her and so gave her a magic potion to rid the evil smoke that had claim of her hair.
An eternity came and went and she grew older.


One clear day the smoke had finally gone once and for all.

She was banished from the kingdom of Whitchurch and was now expected to toil the fields with the good men and women of the outside world.

She was now mortal and pined for the Easterly wind to play with her again, but he no longer loved her.

One cold morning, she had an idea to attract him back to her, so she sat at her mirror and plaited her hair into strands and put coloured ribbon on the ends to bind them.
Would he notice her again?


With her hair plaited, he would see a string of golden tears that she cried over missing him so much.

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Now she lives in a little hut in the village and has worn her hair in plaits for 2,000 years.


One day she hopes it will be unravelled, when he remembers where he left his sunny days and warm nights with her on the moon.
The End


Illustration for story Live Forever

Illustration for story Live Forever
This is a drawing of the character in a story I wrote for a digital story telling course with the Four Winds

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This is a drawing of two of my neighbours

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