Sunday, July 5, 2015

WHICH CORPORATE LOGO SHOULD REPLACE THE CONFEDERATE BATTLE FLAG?




WHO AM I?
 I am a reasonable man with practical, modern, capitalistic sensibilities. I would like to propose that the state of South Carolina replace the “Confederate Battle Flag” with a more current symbol of economic profit making due to slavery – a corporate logo selected from amongst the current corporate slavers who are known for using child labor or paying “slave” wages in foreign countries.
http://www.criminaljusticedegreesguide.com/features/10-huge-u-s-brands-who-profit-from-what-americans-would-call-slave-labor.html
 
      In this way, South Carolinians might be able to charge corporations who have admittedly run “sweat shops” or worse to hoist their logo up the flag pole beside the state capital and demonstrate that slavery, while no longer actively conducted in South Carolina, but is still a modern economic business practice and South Carolina is “open for business” since these companies currently do business in the state (and the United States) and are “good corporate citizens.” 
     How can you relegate the “Confederate Battle Flag” to a museum when the principles for which it stood are still in play?

WHY AM I HERE?
I am here to ask some uncomfortable questions – past and future. Use any search engine and look for “corporations” and “slavery.” Here you will find lists from which you may select – including a list of corporations who were active participants in slave trade during the 1800s. 
http://atlantablackstar.com/2013/08/26/17-major-companies-never-knew-benefited-slavery/ 

     That list includes most of he major banks who have admitted and apologized for their involvement in slavery – including taking slaves for defaulted loan collateral. How many of these great corporate citizens have taken any further action to prevent funding subsequent and/or current slavery activities?       How many have active board policies preventing their companies from funding slave-related activities after the 1800’s?  How many currently have economic ties with major corporations known for conducting business with slavers elsewhere in the world today? 
      Too big to fail? Do they make profits on the backs of slaves not in the U.S.? I hope that those with explicit board policies preventing lending or money-laundering for companies which indirectly pay for such practices will contact me and place something in the comments on this blog. 
     How about those very large companies who have been known to engage in questionable foreign manufacturing with companies who pay slaves miniscule amounts to work in unsafe conditions? They are the ones whose logos could go up to replace the “Confederate Battle Flag”. As I say, you will find their names by searching on the internet.

WHAT DO I WANT?
I would like us to realize that the problem is not the flag – but historical – and apparently current the mindset - which puts profit before people. Slavery is an economic model which devalues human life and seeks economic profit for shareholders. 
     Now, if you are a shareholder, a retiree with a 401(k) and you own funds (such as mutual funds) which invest in these modern slavers, YOU support modern slavery. These corporate logos fly proudly over our country. 
     Perhaps laws should change and corporate citizens be ostracized for the practice of slavery and wars on humanity?

© Copyright 2015, Jean W. Yeager  
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Thursday, July 2, 2015

BEAUTY AGED


WHO AM I?
Beauty born is a gift from the gods.
     Winsome is Beauty Young, innocent and yet unvarnished. Filled with themselves and life. Curious, cute, constantly in motion. Like flowers, with hints of their future potentiality beginning to arise. Exploring, exploring, and pushing all limitations set by life. Totally living at full throttle, unaware that they are being tested, judged, guided by life. Any resistance brings disappointment. A weight too heavy is quickly dropped, forgotten and life moves on. But, if it is found again it may look quite new! A fresh search for the next. Living in the next. Outward, outward!
     Beauty Young is a gift from the parents. Quickly, something from within begins. Experience. A past. I remember this. I remember you. Things get names. Dog. Doll. Mother. Father. Me. Mine. As mother does, beauty young will imitate. Love, enjoy, cuddle or fear, worry and withdraw? Is the home chaotic? Angry? Safe?

     As the family guides, Beauty Young treads – or not - the wooden steps up the monastery of the soul and creates the pathway followed every minute of every day, neural patterns in the brain laid down by baby steps toddling after Mom. Is Beauty Young laying down beautiful patterns of life? Is she becoming as beautiful within as the beauty given by the gods? Is the life on offer to Beauty Young the Good, Beautiful and True? Is the child abandoned to the freedom and chaos of life? Is there a Guide at all? Is someone there worthy to be imitated? Is there a Pilgrim? A Witness? A Voice? Or Vanity? Self-Indulgence? Or, the repetitive pathways of isolating technology wasting time and brain power?



WHY AM I HERE?

Beauty Ripe is a gift from life. Beauties buffeted, beleaguered and weathered by challenges have the eyes and the smiles that tell of lives which have experienced great testing, deep wisdom, tragedy, loss and love. Beauty Ripe's path up the monastery of the soul – or not – is a path are worn deep with the steps of the Pilgrim.

Beauty ripe tells of choices. Voluptuous - filled with herself. A wooden desk with tiny cracks, initials of affection carved in the top but re-stained later to be less visible. Cigarette burns. Glass rings. Inner and the outer paths which Beauty Ripe may tread in the world. There are many. Here are two:

     Wind-blown, the path of Nature, the home of the Wind. Riding into the storms of life, perhaps going full-throttle a time or two into a storm far, far bigger than she ever imagined, left the soul of Beauty Ripe  more muted in color, less vibrant. And a certain look in the eyes after having survived, but nearly consumed, in a storm which engulfed you and tore at your beauty from all directions at once. It sanded away your beauty and now you wonder if you are still beautiful at all?

     Intellect blown, a gift from academia, home of degrees and advanced degrees. Riding the mind into silent, narrow canyons of thought toward fountainheads of knowledge that few follow, leaves the soul packing arguments and research but vulnerable. Beauty Ripe in isolation. Intellect in winter may mean having to ford a stream and carry your clothes to save yourself from hypothermia. Hypothermia, a very wrong choice, death by intellectual egoism, believing her degrees are stronger than temperature, physiology and love.



WHAT DO I WANT?

Beauty Aged grows sweeter and sweeter. The sugar sets in the fruit. The body is a fight, tension over physiology, the sinewy and the soft. The adipose factor. The gift from the gods re-emerges having experienced what life has given us and what she has chosen for herself. And love gained, kept or lost replaces family in the path of the soul.

     Aging, an inner mellowing like wine which becomes smoother over the years. Like cheese with thick rinds and deep aroma all because the bacteria of life have been working secretly. And, fermenting in her all these years. Yeasts digesting and transforming her in-built rawness from within, releasing chemicals which mellow her psyche’s from the inside.

     Ripen and ripen and rot and rot. Beauty obeys the laws of nature comprised of rhythms of the cosmos and her spirit. Sometime she waxes, sometimes she wanes. These rhythms are the ones which makes plants grow and animals mate and migrate. Beauty eats the plants and food which gives her body health. And that health glows on the inside and outside of Aged Beauty.
    And, when Aged Beauty dies, her spirit goes into the cosmos and into the rhythms from which it was never separated. When the corpse of Aged Beauty is put into the casket and we hear the story, we know that Beauty Aged upon death is a complex thing hard to totally comprehend. However, it was beautiful to behold.



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