This hit my soul today with a hard punch. I was not raised to have a safe space for emotion. So, when I needed it, I was like an open wound. That happened the other day and I called me dad and he was there for me. I can’t tell y’all how fantastic that was.

Again, so beautifully put.

I feel this strongly.

Inspired by the Apollo 11, musician and poet, Gil Scott-Heron wrote poem called “Whitey on the Moon.” It perfectly states what was obvious in the 1960s with the space race and race. But reading it today made me nauseated.

Jeff Bezos has put 75 billion dollars into this pet project and each launch will cost around $400,000 (but flights with paying customers will net about the same). I’m not saying extremely wealthy people should have to spread their wealth around, I am not a communist. I just cannot fathom being worth over 200 billion dollars and not spending most of that to help people. His ex-wife donates billions to help medical systems and schools. He flies 65 miles above the Earth’s surface.

All this while people are suffering physically, mentally, and financially in this country. But whitey wants to take tourists 65 miles into space.

“Whitey on the Moon”

A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arms began to swell.
(and Whitey’s on the moon)
I can’t pay no doctor bill.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Ten years from now I’ll be paying still.
(while Whitey’s on the moon)
The man just upped my rent last night.
(’cause Whitey’s on the moon)
No hot water, no toilets, no lights.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
I wonder why he’s upping me?
(’cause Whitey’s on the moon?)
I wuz already paying him fifty a week.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Taxes taking my whole damn check,
Junkies making me a nervous wreck,
The price of food is going up,
An’ as if all that shit was’t enough:
A rat done bit my sister Nell.
(with Whitey on the moon)
Her face and arm began to swell.
(but Whitey’s on the moon)
Was all that money I made last year
(for Whitey on the moon?)
How come there ain’t no money here?
(Hmm! Whitey’s on the moon)
Y’know I just about had my fill
(of Whitey on the moon)
I think I’ll send these doctor bills,
Airmail special
(to Whitey on the moon)

I did nothing to my back. Nothing. I woke up Friday and thought I was going to snap in half like a twig. Like a twig, I tell you. And I am built like an oak. I’m on day four of this.

Because you need to hear it and because the hubs and I have been watching The Sopranos again —

This is how I assume conservatives think teaching CRT in school will go. Also, CRT should be called American History because that’s what it is.

I don’t know about y’all, but I’m having a time. The kids, the husband, the pets. My usual osteoarthritis in my right knee and whatever I’ve done to my left one (pulled a muscle or strained one). Now I’m having tremendous lower back pain FOR NO REASON and acetaminophen and ibuprofen aren’t touching it. I don’t know if I can do this, but I’m trying — is right.

This man, dressed as a Patriot, trolled his local school board meeting to talk about Critical Race Theory. It’s amazing.