Hammer Mill Days

Interstellar Tour Log: April 10, 2014 On the surface of Dwarf Planet 2012 VP. That's it. I am officially declaring our Interstellar Tour over and done with. I'm sick of these stupid slug lines reminding people where the hell we are all the time. Also, we've simply run out of places to play here on Dwarf Planet 2012 VP. That's likely because, aside from a few street-corner fried plantain vendors, there is virtually no commerce here. This planetoid is devoid of performance venues. We actually set up and jammed in a nearby crater just on the off chance that random extraterrestrials would happen upon us. Nothing. Not a sausage. This is just like back home. Ah, home. The sainted abandoned Cheney Hammer Mill. It's leaky roof, its moldy basement, its crumbling walls, its heaps of abandoned hammer parts and random knobs of discarded pig iron that I keep tripping over even after having squatted there for more than a decade. I miss that dump, and I'm not alone in th...

Okay, so why is a middle-aged white dude writing about race? Mostly because I experience it more from the perspective of the oppressor than the oppressed. A funny thing happens sometimes when I am alone amongst white folks - they occasionally say openly racist things, and they say them with the confidence of someone who is amongst his/her own kind; people who share their prejudices, and will likely concur with their grisly sentiments. I don't believe I'm unique in this regard - I have to think that a lot of white people have this same experience. So sure, I smirk a bit when I hear people opine that racism is dead and that the legacy of slavery and Jim Crow is behind us. Though it seems a little retrograde, I suspect racism is not only alive and well but concentrated amongst those of us north of age thirty, with generally increasing intensity as you climb the ladder of age; so, the average 70-year-old white person is more bigoted than the average 35-year-old. (The current unde...