Buffalo Bill vs. Native Americans
A while back, I read An Autobiography Of Buffalo Bill* Near the end was this: “I am and always have been a friend of the Indian. I have always sympathized with him in his struggle to hold the country that was his by right of birth”. I had to stop reading for a minute and calm my mind. After the almost 200 pages I just read? When he repeatedly referred to dead Indians as the only good kind? Then I read the next line. “But I have always held that in such a country as America, the march of civilization was inevitable, and that sooner or later the men who…
Herodotus the Chauvinist
The famous Greek historian Herodotus was the 5th century BC version of a foreign correspondent. He traveled extensively, interviewed hundreds of people in many different fields, and wrote about them. In the world Herodotus lived in, women were hardly given a second thought. In all the countries he visited, women stayed home, kept house and raised children. They never went anywhere alone. When in public, they interacted only with male relatives and other women. They stayed in the background. They had almost no legal rights. So much for Greek democracy; that only applied to men. Then Herodotus visited Egypt. He was scandalized. Egyptian women had all the same legal rights…
Mrs. C’s Cat
I once had two neighbors, Mrs. C and Mrs. H. They lived across the street from each other and were best friends. They were always at each others’ house and often went shopping together. Mrs. C had a beloved cat she raised from a kitten. It was her constant companion and had made it well into it’s teens. One day the cat died. Mrs. C understandably was grief stricken. A couple days after the cat died, I was talking with Mrs. H. She was griping that Mrs. C. wouldn’t come out of her house to go shopping. Mrs. H said, “I don’t know why she won’t stop crying. It was…
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Mrs. Henderson
I was a troubled child. Besides my dysfunctional home life, I was intellectually several grades ahead of my peers. I didn’t know how to interact with people and I didn’t fit in socially. From the beginning of my school life, I had regular counseling sessions. Every time I started going to a new school, it wouldn’t be more than a few weeks when I would be told that I would be seeing someone. Large schools would have counselors on the staff, and small schools would have visiting psychologists. Either way, it was so normal to my school life, that I never questioned it or thought it odd. I did get…
A Rustling of Thoughts
