Who doesn’t love this bit from one of RFK’s most famous speeches?

“It is from the numberless diverse acts of courage and belief that human history is shaped. Each time a man stands up for an ideal, or acts to improve the lot of others, or strikes out against injustice, he sends a tiny ripple of hope, and crossing each other from a million different centers of energy and daring those ripples build a current which can sweep down the mightiest walls of oppression and resistance.”

I see it every time I ride down DeKalb Ave. on the B38 bus on the way home from Pratt.

The inverse of what Bobby was talking about could also be true, even if it seems too simple a chain of causality: even a tiny ripple of negativity might build a current which could sweep down the most laboriously forged human creations and bonds.

Some certain person needs to stop sending out those (at this point sizeable) ripples right now — and to recant what he has been saying and ask for forgiveness from those he has wronged. There’s no point in his continuing to foist his childhood traumas on innocent others over and over and over again. Particularly if he is in fact as self-aware as I suspect this person is, despite his bouts with nutty behavior.

I know I should follow the advice of others and not pay any attention to that behavior for fear of reinforcing it — and besides, I’m not the victim, so why should I care? Honestly, this isn’t intended as a reinforcement, and I hope it doesn’t function as such. It’s just… I’m a teacher… I can’t bear to see someone needlessly perpetuating this adrenaline cycle on himself. I can’t bear the painful but all-too-common paradox of seeing someone who wants to be loved turning himself into a pariah. Obviously, it’s his choice, and his behavior for which he needs to be responsible. And it’s none of my business. But this is a plea…and my last word on the subject.

Except that blogging (writing) is not a contact sport. That’s only one fucked-up paradigm out of billions possible.

5 thoughts on “

  1. Yes ma’am, new colours, colores, colors! I’m glad you like them. I’m not sure how I feel about the peach on the right side… but essentially I just wanted to give my blog a new dress for the summertime. Thank you for noticing!

  2. I do want to be loved–I mean really *loved*, not like the fake internet love some people pimp. So howsabout we let me work out whatever nutty I’m having and then if people Still feel like loving me they can. I don’t know about any childhood traumas but OK. I’m 33, I think by now I have permission to be mad at people who call me names and stuff…why let that stuff bottle up?xxxjimmy

  3. Thanks again for your advice, Nada. I feel like responding to some of the things that have been happening backchannel on the Flarf List, so I guess I’ll do that on my blog. But I appreciated your council.xxxjimmy

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