BJ— here’s a quick note (no need to respond-- I just needed to say this):
… About Blacks, Gays, Jews and their hyper-vigilance; their unwillingness or incapacity to let down their guard and their seeing monsters everywhere, in every corner— as I do… Sometimes whole groups of people can be and often are like abused children; unable to let …
BJ— here’s a quick note (no need to respond-- I just needed to say this):
… About Blacks, Gays, Jews and their hyper-vigilance; their unwillingness or incapacity to let down their guard and their seeing monsters everywhere, in every corner— as I do… Sometimes whole groups of people can be and often are like abused children; unable to let down their guard.
The trauma in families of peoples who’ve been traumatized is passed down verbally, yes, but too— something like physically. One grows up with a kind of heaviness in the air. An invisible weight. It feels emotionally like swimming in paste or walking halfway through the cement.
I think we all might find value in listening to the personal stories of those who’ve had histories filled with violence. We might understand better why they can’t let go of the knowledge and can't trust easily.
I recall in the 1990’s, I was working in a bar, singing and playing piano in a gay bar for men. It was during the time of AIDS. Many of the guys had AIDS and there was one guy, Ricky— around 20 years old, extremely kind— a Mexican kid who got AIDS. When I went to visit him in the hospital, he told me he was HAPPY and WANTED to die because his Mexican father hated him for being gay.
We just can’t know what people go through, have gone through and why they act as they do.
BJ— here’s a quick note (no need to respond-- I just needed to say this):
… About Blacks, Gays, Jews and their hyper-vigilance; their unwillingness or incapacity to let down their guard and their seeing monsters everywhere, in every corner— as I do… Sometimes whole groups of people can be and often are like abused children; unable to let down their guard.
The trauma in families of peoples who’ve been traumatized is passed down verbally, yes, but too— something like physically. One grows up with a kind of heaviness in the air. An invisible weight. It feels emotionally like swimming in paste or walking halfway through the cement.
I think we all might find value in listening to the personal stories of those who’ve had histories filled with violence. We might understand better why they can’t let go of the knowledge and can't trust easily.
I recall in the 1990’s, I was working in a bar, singing and playing piano in a gay bar for men. It was during the time of AIDS. Many of the guys had AIDS and there was one guy, Ricky— around 20 years old, extremely kind— a Mexican kid who got AIDS. When I went to visit him in the hospital, he told me he was HAPPY and WANTED to die because his Mexican father hated him for being gay.
We just can’t know what people go through, have gone through and why they act as they do.
Anyway, I just needed to say that.
Have a good night.