Monday, January 19, 2009
My Name Is
I like the margins because I feel like they are my true home. My own house has guns, knives, pictures of the broken, symbols of sadness and decay, the beauty and pain of self-destruction. Nobody is ever going to put me on the front page of anything resembling normal and even so I find myself mystified by the parents who named their children Adolf Hitler Campbell, JoyceLynn Aryan Nation Campbell, and Honszlynn Hinler Jeannie Campbell. Okay, you're a Nazi, I get it. It's your right to be. It's your right to say the most awful, hateful, racist words you like. You can decorate your house with swastika and wear red shoelaces on your boots to tell your other little friends who you are. As for the swastika, it used to be a Hopi symbol of love. But really? Aldolf Hitler? Come the hell on. The kids have been removed from the home for domestic abuse issues between the husband and wife (so far as I can tell from the news outlets), not incredibly shocking given the genius couple who claims that the names mean nothing, that they are not racist (of course, they don't believe in "blending the races" -- given the pictures I've seen of them, it looks like they didn't go too far afield in dating -- it's convenient when you can marry a half-sibling or first cousin -- why leave the house for a date?), and that it's a new day where words are just words.
I often heard as a child that I had two ears and one mouth because God wanted me to listen more than I spoke. Not bad advice, given that half the time I open my mouth, I sound like a jackass. It's my right as an adult to do so. Brave American men and women have fought many a war so I could. Many people have spoken up to defend free speech at considerable cost to themselves. Maybe naming your firstborn Adolf Hitler isn't child abuse. I can't imagine that he'll get his ass kicked by all the loving children on the playground -- after all, Lord Of The Flies was just a novel, right? I've never been wild about my name; it's Hebrew and means "Who is like God?" Of course, my parents named me after the Beatles song. Now I'm pretty grateful; tomorrow we have our first African-American president and his wife shares my name. And given what other people name their children, I see how lucky I am.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"A man can't ride your back unless it's bent." Martin Luther King, Jr.
Drinking novel suggestion: Long For This World Michael Byers
Benedictions and Maledictions
Happy MLK Day!