I often write satirically, and I often (not deliberately) offend someone. That person never lets me have it in public, but I get the occasional private message. It is so easy to offend--merely speak your mind. The irony of the French situation is that France outlawed burkas. Free speech can be ugly. But I did get threatened. During the Ferguson tragedy, I was at a local store and a bunch of river rats freely used the word nigger. And I spoke: That language is offensive and racist. Four of the men turned toward me and moved in as a u-shaped line, me backing up to the entrance door. One of the men pulled up his sweater to reveal a pistol in a holster. Words were not needed. I walked out. Once friendly people who called me by name, now glare at me, the guy who objects to hate speech. I no longer patronize the store. I broke my Midwestern child training early on. I kept dutiful and quiet, until I got big enough (and smart enough) that my father couldnt threaten me anymore. I found a voice. I will not be silenced. The silence, on Facebook, regarding murder of artists, of children, of women, is deafening and oh-so-Midwestern. Killing unarmed children is murder. Killing artists because they get under the flesh to the truth, is murder. Killing in the name of any god is murder. Killing anyone because of the color of their skin (when if fact there is one human species, and color is a function of climate) is murder. Murder might shut up an individual, but thousands will come afterwards and be heard. To paraphrase Charlie, the French editor, I would rather die on my feet than on my knees. Je suis Charlie.
Posted on: Thu, 08 Jan 2015 15:28:00 +0000
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