“The Land of my Ancestors” (my thoughts)

Isn’t this how it truly is? Inescapable truth collides with modern lofty idealism.

“Civilized” aspects of our being are always a veneer, something that is cultivated to allow us humans to build and prosper within civilizations. But it doesn’t run deep, nowhere as deep as the primitive portions of our being that call out for respect for shared blood, soil and sweat.

People like to dismiss such talk as “tribalistic,” as if it’s somehow avoidable. As if it’s a relic of bygone years that no longer matter, that no longer have a place at our civilized table. To those people, all I can say is that you do not understand human nature. Not deeply. And you will be in for a great disillusionment before all is said and done.

This is a topic that I ponder on often and am conflicted about. Not because I can’t understand but rather because I can. It is a bit terrifying to comprehend that so much of what we take for granted today may not withstand the turbulence on the horizon. Much of what we’ve come up dreaming about are just that — dreams, and little else. Wishful thinking. Naive and unrealistic.

The maternal side of my family (that being the genealogy I am familiar with) has roots in the South stemming back 250 years. Who knows when we first arrived on this continent from Western Europe? One record I looked at over a decade ago of a man sharing my Papa’s surname was brought over and directly placed in indentured servitude where he died. Unsure if he was part of my direct bloodline since so much has proven untraceable. Churches have burnt down, records have been destroyed. But he was the first with our name recorded on this continent, and he died as little more than a slave. My family records dating as far back as I’ve been able to locate have shown we were not slave owners either. Were too poor to be so. Arrived in Mississippi poor in the mid-1700s and managed to stay that way. And yet people blame us anyway, calling out our skintone as if that alone can tell you much of relevance about a people.

I’ve grown up in a society that speaks down about the U.S. South, denigrating us as a bunch of racists historically and presently. We’re taught this in our school curriculum, especially up north where the narrative largely goes unchallenged. We were taught to see ourselves as “rednecks,” “hillbillies,” “crackers,” and basically the scum of this country. The war fought for secession has forever been rubbed in people’s faces and used to vilify folks with the false claim that all was fought over slavery, that we were never about anything other than supporting and defending the plantation owners and their economic interests. It doesn’t make sense, but people repeat it, generation after generation, without questioning its validity. They continue to denounce us as racists despite the South remaining the home of the highest population of black people in this nation. You would think if Southerners were so racist that their descendants would’ve moved away over the last 150 years to escape the racial tensions — would’ve relocated to the Midwest where far fewer black people reside outside of the major cities. And yet they don’t. Blame it on stubborn pride if you must.

I personally know better. I’ve learned over the years how many people talk out of both sides of their mouths. How they pretend to care about people whom they would never agree to live near. How their politics parade as if concerned about those deemed to have the most unfortunate circumstances, when in reality they don’t give a damn. It’s just posturing. A way to make themselves feel good and look good to others. A reason to pat themselves on the back for being so “progressive.” Yet they don’t really want to know about the cultures and the history and what continues to bind people’s hands.

And now, these same types of people wish to push for and celebrate evermore “diversity” and “multiculturalism.” While they reside safely in their suburban cul-de-sacs and gated communities. While they secretly look down on us who they see as dirty, backwards, uncivilized. You know they are looking down on black people too. They just like to pretend the opposite is true. They look down on Hispanics also, feigning concern for them while reaping the benefits their “cheap labor” produces.

That’s what so much of this is really all about: economics. That was true in the days leading up to the Civil War and remains true ever since. Agrarianism versus the rise of Industrialization. The need to drive people out of small community-sustaining and self-sufficient or otherwise subsistence modes of productivity so that they would flee toward big cities and become cogs in some corporate system. This is what I mean when I keep repeating that slavery never ended, it just changed shapes. What was once called slavery is now rebranded as cheap labor. What’s the real difference? Now the workers are more expendable, more easily replaceable, and their employers are no longer responsible for housing and feeding them. Do you see that? Externalization happened. What was once the slave owners’ responsibility is no longer of concern to the modern employer.

People like to say that capitalism ought to be unregulated by the government, but if not for consumer protections fought for and enshrined in law working conditions would’ve remained terrible. When early capitalists could get away with working people to the bone, they did. No more concern about whether a person lived or died on the job because another person was waiting to take their place. Forever another person in waiting. The necessity to chase the all-mighty dollar fuels everything in modern times.

Hence why borders are being threatened once again. The desire for cheaper labor persists. Hence why American companies packed up and moved to Mexico and China since the 1980s where they can produce cheaper products with less government oversight and then turn around and sell those products back to us for a higher profit. Walmart destroyed many small towns in favor of this scheme, including my own hometown. And yet we’re not supposed to talk about that, lest we be labeled as socialists or communists.

The labels keep us from honestly reckoning with what’s happening around us and up over time.

But back to our blood bonds to our ancestors…  There is something within plenty of us that howls back toward history. Can’t escape its cry, its call for an awakening to where we’ve come from and where we stand now. We’re being taught to divvy up and see one another as problems and oppressors, when in reality we’ve all been played. Furthermore, why should we be made ashamed of our histories and our tribal instincts? Because we were not all on the same team didn’t mean that we were automatically enemies originally. But now we’re becoming so. Now we’re instructed to see one another as mere demographics, labels — a new form of tribalism, this time divided according to politics and class. But many of us remain in the same place we’ve always been, unmoved by these shifting tides. Still not far from the bottom, holding no significant claims to power, watching as we’re being whipped into competitive frenzies and encouraged to attack others in not much better positions than ourselves.

Plenty of us long for a simpler life. For simpler relations instead of being cast adrift in a sea of strangers and opportunists. People possess a need to create communities and to draw boundaries and to protect and conserve, yet all of that is being actively undermined. Though it’s not as if human nature changes overnight. Because we’re being forced into new circumstances doesn’t erase our primal needs. Because society and its expectations have changed over time says nothing about who and what we are and have always been and still remain. A culture or economy may “evolve,” but human evolution is much slower. It doesn’t become what we wish it would be. And I doubt all the social and genetic engineering we devise will be able to surmount that Truth.

Time for work.

“Awaken from the Culture Time For Change (Terence Mckenna, Joe Rogan)”

YTer Carpo719 linked the following video so I’m watching tonight:

Food for thought…

I’m actually rethinking my past dismissal of Joe Rogan. Didn’t give him enough of a chance and haven’t listened to his podcasts beyond a few minutes. Will have to look deeper into what he’s put out into the world, out of curiosity. Because I completely agree with his trouble accepting the official story of building 7 on 9/11/01 — it’s bothered me since the first time I watched the footage. I’ve listened to countless arguments attempting to support how a building could fall like that without controlled demolition, but I remain unconvinced by all of these arguments.

We’re being lied to, that much I do know. What actually happened on 9/11? I don’t know, but I know enough to clearly see that the official story put out by the government is bullshit. Felt this way for a looong time now and looked far and wide for explanations, but all I keep coming up with are desperate attempts to deny the reality presented in the visual footage that originally aired. I can’t even bring myself to debate these lies anymore. It’s just a bunch of wishful thinking on the part of people who can’t cope with the idea of how thoroughly we’ve been duped. But it’s not the first time and won’t be the last. This is the way governments function once they get massive. History on up to the present continues teaching us this. It’s too big to where it’s guaranteed to fail. This has so far always been the fate of empires.

So many lies and cover-ups. I don’t like to call it “conspiracy theory” since that term’s been used to death. I personally refer to it as an “inquiry into collusion” because collusion is absolutely known to us to be going on. Those with the most power aim to keep it and grab more, so they collude with one another to do so. That factors into this situation, whether we want to accept it or not. It’s a fact. For one prominent example, look into the meeting on Jeckyll Island that concocted the formation of the Federal Reserve. This information is confirmed, right from the mouths of the men present at the meeting, documented in news reports years after it was a done deal. No one can deny the humongous impact that one decision has had on American life ever since. And it was born out of collusion. No theory needed.

Just the last 150 years alone have brought us into a whole new world. And it’s asking of us to come up with a unique way of navigating in it.

Though, I should state, I’m not a psychedelic substance user. Always felt I’d need to do stuff like that with a knowledgeable guide and in a comfortable setting where I felt safe and free to explore. And that opportunity didn’t present itself. Instead I was surrounded by wannabe-hippies, apathetics, rebellious young people seeking any kind of escape from reality, and loons (at least when it came to drug users I’ve met). I’ve never dropped acid before. Had a handful of microdots given to me randomly at a rave down at the State Palace Theater in New Orleans once upon a time, and I handed them back. Just not my deal, not so far. Tried a little bit of shrooms a couple times, once as a teen in shroom-aid though I barely drank any, and then a couple years ago with a gal I met at the bar and her boyfriend in a shady hotel room. Needless to say, I didn’t take much and immediately returned home a short ways away to lie beside my partner where I did feel safe. Laid in the dark and observed colorful designs pretty much reminiscent of tie-dyes and fractals. Then fell asleep. Can’t say I regret the experience, but also can’t claim to have gotten much out it. So I’m left listening to what others have to say about psychedelics and observing those I know who’ve had a lot of experiences with them. One thing I’m sure of is that acid can be overdone. Met several people a few hits over the line. Messed them up.

Always been skittish toward that kind of shit. Context and environment really seem to matter when partaking in those sorts of experiences. The dreaded “bad trip” sounded like something to seriously avoid at all costs.

Anyway, just not my cup of tea. And I think many of us are overdoing mary jane too. Overuse isn’t consequence-free, I don’t believe. Or maybe not all people’s brain cells are created equal. Pretty sure mine would benefit from no more than low exposure. Some folks I know who are into the ganja make it the center of their lifestyle. Smoke it morning, noon, and night. That’s one way to totally tune out, if you can function like that. Observation demonstrates most of those don’t fair terribly well past age 50. Get loopy, really lazy, dampened ambitions, less able to clearly track complex conversations and inquiries and then articulate meaningful insight in response. That winds up hindering them.

Things worth thinking about.

I took to beer and cigarettes and am obviously not claiming to be operating at an optimal level. LOL  I tune out/chill out in my own ways more than I probably ought too. Because it dulls us down, robs us of ambition, allows us to care a little less. Has it’s definite upside too, at least in the beginning. Consequences there tend to be cumulative.

Just sharing things that go through my mind…

Interesting video nevertheless.