Many years ago on radio station WOL, I heard Bob Law, the civil rights activist in New York use the phrase “cognitive denial.” (You say the sky is blue and the other person says/swears it isn’t.) That was many years ago but phrases like that sort of stick with me. I remember a woman listener calling in one night telling him that when her friends ask her what she going to do that evening, she would reply “I’m going to Law school.” You people living in the N.Y area and can get him on WLIB are truly fortunate.

Since those early days of WOL- now Radio One-I have tried my best to avoid people and situation that would drain my energies with cognitive denial issues. I found that if you don’t want to get your blood pressure up and avoid a 99% chance of a physical confrontation, you leave those situations alone wherever and whenever you encounter them. And if you are brave enough to try to convince them the sky is blue, you will only impregnate another issues and on and on it goes. There are lots of metaphors for what I am saying.

So here I am. Not unlike a lot of people being hit to my very soul with cognitive denial issues. Things people are telling me should make sense to me and especially if I am an American and non Anti-Semetic Patriot. I’m talking about the war and the efforts ALL of us made to avert it. I’m talking about how our reasoning that the sky was blue to the President and many others has been turned and with little subtlety or shame, diabolically distorted thereby producing serious mental harm to many. I am talking about not being able to defend oneself from cognitive denial issues that are now just as pervasive as dog sh--!
I am talking about being bombarded with the clinical meaning of madness.

I am remember when Ginger Rogers was commenting on her award winning dancing tributes with Fred Astair, she said that she had to do it backwards and in heels. I personally can not think backwards. As a matter of fact, I can’t dance at all but that is another story. I can not think contrary to processes I’ve learned and lived with for decades and what has in the past been called sanity.

I am doing a lot of listening now to Pacifica radio but I am now so suspicious of everything going on in the media, I can’t even hear what I know I am hearing. Have mercy what our Ancestors had to endure for over four hundred years. Makes me want to weep and my name ain’t Mary. I do, somehow and through it all, remain optimistic.
(That's the kind of guy I am.)

Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
BB