We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
We are rapidly running out of February and tomorrow we will observe the true birthday of George Washington. But in that celebration we should also remember that we are 21 days into Black History Month. So lets take a look.
On this day in 1965 Malcolm X was assassinated bringing to an end an interesting life. A former drug dealer and bugler, known as Detroit Red, Malcolm X later became one of the prominant members of black leadership in this country. Born Malcolm Little he cast off his slave name and converted to Islam, taking the name El-Hajj Malik El-Shabazz.
In 1964 he made the Hajj and was a Sunni Muslim. A year later on the first day of National Brotherhood Week he was gunned down by Talmadge Hayerin, a member of the Nation of Islam, with a double barrel shotgun blast to the chest.
Malcolm X missed WWII service when military physicians classified him to be "mentally disqualified for military service."
Malcolm X went on to become a self described communist and met with such luminaries as Fidel Castro in 1960 and later Abdul Rahman Hassan Azzam ,Dr. Mahmoud Yousseff Sharwabi, and Mohammad Ali.
One week before Lent began, I was earnestly discussing what we might give up for Lent with my best friend. During a lull in the review of disciplines, ancient and modern, and our mutual agreement that going on a diet would be more about feminine vanity more than about devotion to our Lord, one of my children piped up from the corner: "Mom, I think you should give up being mean for Lent."
Out of the mouths of babes.
That is my resolution every Lent since. Maybe in fifty years, I may make better headway than I have done so far...