Bravo Adam Silver, Commissioner of the NBA!! Banning Los Angeles Clippers’ owner Donald Sterling for life was freaking brilliant! Well done!!
*stands up and applauds wholeheartedly*
The mentality some hold (hello, Mr. Sterling) that white people “give” minorities their livelihoods by “allowing” those “lower and more bedraggled” races to work for them is mournful, sickening and needs to be scrubbed from America’s mindset forever. (Anybody got a really big steel-wire brush?)
Of course, that scrubbing is not going to happen anytime soon. I know that. You know that. The Sterlings in the world know that and thrive upon it with smug vigor.
Every time society as a part or as a whole takes such a step as the NBA has done today, the world gets a little bit closer to that once impossible dream.
The one thing I truly hate is bigotry.
From my childhood growing up as the lone white girl in a neighborhood vibrant in African-American culture, I’ve despised racism. It’s stupid and indefensible, and I’ll hate it with my dying breath.
The LGBT community faces the same idiotic bigotry. It’s disgusting. I proudly write of the beauty, the fire, the dignity of same sex relationships in part to do my bit in fighting the stigma the LGBT community has been forced to bear.
I realize my writing is only a drop in the bucket of what needs to be done in this cause, but it is a drop.
Put enough drops in the bucket and change will come.
Maybe this blog will one day be such a drop.
Wouldn’t that be grand?
Chloe, now firmly dismounted from her high horse *lol*
Acclaimed author of 17 novels (my dogs and mother adore me), World traveler (I’ve felt the Sahara Desert between my toes… still gobsmacked over the stars in the Sahara) And survivor (of three dirty-fighting gremlins named Anxiety, Panic and OCD)… My name is Chloe Stowe. Hello. If you’ve found your way here, you’ve most likely arrived on the coattails of my blog, The Words and Madness of Chloe Stowe. Started in 2012, my daily rantings now number in the thousands. Ranging from humorous to moody, poignant to absurd, these tiny tidbits of thought began as a way to get my name “out there.” It has long since morphed into an effort just to “be there” for anybody out there struggling with words or madness, like me. Quick biographical sketch of me? Nerd turned nut at nineteen. In my sophomore year at Auburn University, I was taken out at the knees by severe panic attacks. Chronic anxiety soon joined the dogpile, followed shortly by OCD tendencies. Oh, it was ugly. I eventually had to quit school and soon quit life, as well. I spent a good chunk of my 20’s not able to leave my room. Twenty years later, it’s still can get ugly in my head. Thanks to meds and doctors, however, I am able to lead a better life, now. I still can’t work outside the house, but I can live and smile and write. So, here I am. Broken, but stubbornly present. I hope my voice proves company to someone lonely out there. Thanks for reading! Chloe Stowe