Southern Anti Racism Network Fundraiser, Friday, July 15th

Some homework reading for Friday:

UntitledWe are all humans .

There is no doubt, even though this poem is 20 years old, the this type of problem

is now a lot worse than back then.

                     

The Fundraiser starts at 6pm on Friday, July 15th as Unexposed Microcinema.  There will be poems and music and readings, and pleas for unity.  The goal is $2900, but the much bigger goal is community building and a change in the way people interact.  Why is Durham still so polarized by race, economic status, religion, when allowing the media to determine who our enemies are should be ignored in favor of finding out who are friends are IN PERSON, not in electronica.

 UNEXPOSED Microcinema

105 Hood Street #5 Durham NC 27701.

This is just around the corner from the intersection of E. Main St. and Fayetteville Street. It’s behind JC’s Kitchen, and down the block from Ponysaurus.

See you soon!

 

Status Quo

                                            

For now the streets are cluttered:

The poor kill off the poor,

But this won’t last forever

If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.

 

Guns for sale in neighborhoods

Where crime is the only living

Quarts and vials and bullets

Take without ever giving.

 

“Innocent” bystanders

Are the ones to blame.

Standing by in times like these

Leaves everything the same.

 

The quo goes “living standards

Will be on the decline.”

While multi-national barons

Continue their money climb.

 

No chums around a fireplace

When you can’t pay the bills.

While money-man is traveling

In search of bigger thrills.

 

Sooner rather than later

The poor will raise their arms.

Replacing all the suited men

Regardless of the harm.

 

The system as we know it’

Is fading thanks to this:

The greedy haven’t realized

Their life ain’t worth a piss.

 

The ticking clock inside the bomb

Has passed the witching hour.

There is little hope for most,

So when will freedom flower?

 

It will when people with the time

Turn to lend a hand,

It will when greedy governors

Give back a hunk of land

 

The quo has made it possible

For us to live like rats.

Your life to them means nothing

You could end up a stat.

 

As the status quo gets worse

Violence rules the day.

We better help each other now.

Let us pray.

Stuber Haiku #312

Stuber Haiku # 312

William walks hands in the air

praying to survive.

He’s unarmed,

terrorized by our

militarized police force.

“Stand back, get

down, hands behind your

back! “What did you say?”

“Don’t move an inch!” He

walks away, pocket knife in

hand, no threat, sixteen bullets

worth of dead, the new

dead; fascism lays

wide open for us to see,

yet Trump gains

followers, choices

all as bad, but one,

and he’s not gonna

get nominated, if you

follow me.

Driving while black changed. Walking

while black is

now a felony

punishable by

instant death.

Jump back privileged poet boy.

Words are not

enough, nor protests

nor votes.  Unite now!

1/16/16 Weymouth, Southern Pines, NC, with Metta Sema Melvin as prompter.

Democracy is not the Same as Money

Wen big money controls every aspect of our Federal Government, even the Supreme Court, it is amazing when once in wa while humanity wins decisions.  No, we didn’t win with Citizens United, but the declaration of the legality of gay marriage was a breakthrough, especially when coupled with discrimination laws being interpreted as applicable to landlords who even unknowingly favor one group (say caucasians) of another (African American, Latino, etc.)

OK I would have rather heard that the Supreme Court had banned the Death Penalty rather than rubber stamping lethal injections.

Still, money buys our laws, influences decisions, like the wars we’re still fighting, the debts we can’t ever pay back by now (USA as Greece II?) and the continuation of the ever widening gap between rich and poor.  Let there be no doubt about it, racial problems are not just exacerbated by lack of opportunity but continue the God-awful legacy that preserves the best jobs for us white folks, while putting nearly every one else except well-educated Asians into a permanent box labeled underclass.

It’s bad enough that the dominant countries run around the world stealing natural resources and abusing human resources, but the idea that big big huge huge money should push people around when,(duh) the rich already have obscenely indulgent lives has ruined democracy, and made turning it around to create communities based on love, caring and trust harder and harder to achieve.

We’ve been led down the path of robbing from the poor and middle class in order to feed the rich, and we’ve gone across the globe killing people in order to keep that form of democracy alive and well.  We won’t be judged well at all by history as we kick back, enjoy the 4th of July and cause such insane misery by our own uncontrollable “needs.”

Art, Poetry, Music #19

The art in Art Music Poetry #19, to #50 represent the debut show at Golden Belt

in Durham NC.  That will be June 19, 2015.  Email for more information.

dougstuber@gmail.com.

Oopus 1554, 2006, Chapel Hill

Untitled                We are all humans .

There is no doubt, even though this poem is 16 years old, that this type of problem

is now a lot worse than back then.

                     

 

StatusQuo

                                            

For now the streets are cluttered:

The poor kill off the poor,

But this won’t last forever

If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.

Guns for sale in neighborhoods

Where crime is the only living

Quarts and vials and bullets

Take without ever giving.

“Innocent” bystanders

Are the ones to blame.

Standing by in times like these

Leaves everything the same.

The quo goes “living standards

Will be on the decline.”

While multi-national barons

Continuetheir money climb.

No chums around a fireplace

When you can’t pay the bills.

While money-man is traveling

In search of bigger thrills.

Sooner rather than later

The poor will raise their arms.

Replacing all the suited men

Regardless of the harm.

The system as we know it’

Is fading thanks to this:

The greedy haven’t realized

Their life ain’t worth a piss.

The ticking clock inside the bomb

Has passed the witching hour.

There is little hope for most,

So when will freedom flower?

It will when people with the time

Turn to lend a hand,

It will when greedy governors

Give back a hunk of land

The quo has made it possible

For us to live like rats.

Your life to them means nothing

You could end up a stat.

As the status quo gets worse

Violence rules the day.

We better help each other now.

Let us pray.

Status Quo

Untitled                We are all humans . 

There is no doubt, even though this poem is 16 years old, the this type of problem

is now a lot worse than back then.

                     

 

Status Quo

                                            

For now the streets are cluttered:

The poor kill off the poor,

But this won’t last forever

If the “Quo” keeps getting worse.

Guns for sale in neighborhoods

Where crime is the only living

Quarts and vials and bullets

Take without ever giving.

“Innocent” bystanders

Are the ones to blame.

Standing by in times like these

Leaves everything the same.

The quo goes “living standards

Will be on the decline.”

While multi-national barons

Continue their money climb.

No chums around a fireplace

When you can’t pay the bills.

While money-man is traveling

In search of bigger thrills.

Sooner rather than later

The poor will raise their arms.

Replacing all the suited men

Regardless of the harm.

The system as we know it’

Is fading thanks to this:

The greedy haven’t realized

Their life ain’t worth a piss.

The ticking clock inside the bomb

Has passed the witching hour.

There is little hope for most,

So when will freedom flower?

It will when people with the time

Turn to lend a hand,

It will when greedy governors

Give back a hunk of land

The quo has made it possible

For us to live like rats.

Your life to them means nothing

You could end up a stat.

As the status quo gets worse

Violence rules the day.

We better help each other now.

Let us pray.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 1999. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

Single Currency Theory

Single Currency Theory

The racial flow, still imperfect, puts most on edge here
in L.A. Jews and Gentiles huddle in “richville,” but
Bloomingdales and Macy’s crowd with a four-way mix
of Koreans, rap stars, Spanish speakers and stressed out
white folks who either don’t have the nerve to be kind
to strangers, or shop the big tickets, knowing collapse is
one trade-day away (but which day?). The economic divide
could collide if rich turn poor, grocery trucks hijacked
and guns replace compassion in the latter-day depression.
So sing while you can, scare viewers into the tip jar of
street performers who remind you that by break-dancing
they are not robbing your home. Come crash time, the wine
sippers will hustle dollars too, but how? Food delivery is
my guess. Safe, clean food delivered to your gated palace
in a time when even growing food may require armed guards:
should be a valuable service for those with money to spare.
If there were only a benevolent group that could be trusted to
switch us to a one-currency world with one minimum wage,
say twelve bucks and hour, and a Chavez style reprioritization
of both crops and housing. If implemented, this might prevent
the crash of 2015. Gulls dance on garbage heaps. Open lots
in East Los Angeles harbor rats and desperados, scream a
warning no one hears. Look, there’s a rotting book: “Canary
Row,” now sporting touristas unprepared for upcoming disaster.

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2007. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

The End

The End

Self segregation naturally evolves when less than 10 percent of the population has dark skin. A private school in the south, say Ravenscroft, founded 1854, incorporates African Americans for the purposes of athletics. Naturally, only the daring among them date uppity white girls, or pimply white boys. Any suggestion of sexual activity, even white on white, is taken way too seriously at this place, which stinks, nay rots from the drunken ghosts of plantations just now knocked down to make room for another mall. This year’s drought, 30 hurricanes, ridiculed folks songs at the coffee shop, earthquakes, tsunami, wars, unbreathable air, go straight past most Ravens, since they’re in the state playoffs, have a dandy set of cheerleaders, and celebrate victories at the taproom, parents in tow. There is only so much oil, then water, then food left for us overpopulated greed mongers, which means, if you’re not ready to huddle with family, or ready to accept the quirks of new friends, or to lay plow to earth, axe to tree, blood to protect it all, your kin won’t be the ones who see past the Mayan calendar or past Nostradamus, or 2050, if you will. If 80-in-October, flooding in New England, and scarcity in general haven’t clued you in, certainly the news won’t tip you off either. “What is it about golf and blow jobs,” the alien asks, on his way back to the Maquiladoras. “What is it about anoncephaly and gender-based dormitories with 60 beds per room?” you reply, pushing back a tear from under the mirror sunglasses and border patrol uniform. “What of a democracy, Bolivian style, if they elect Morales, the Cocoa king? How do you like Hugo Chavez style Venezuela, Mr. Bush? When, when, when-when will it all end , or how, or how soon, or, worst of all, how often?

Copyright, Doug Stuber, 2005. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given, and with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.