Yesterday, I read many reasonable sentences here. Today, one disparaging word sticks with me.
That unaccountable fact reminds me of "Incident" by Countee Cullen. ================================================= The reasonable sentences : In messages dated 11/16/2007, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: I am for the Budget Committee. I am sure that part of the problem is not that simple. While I wish everything were black and white, more oft there are grey tones. Consider not the spending side but the revenue side. Consider a hypothetical .Let's say forces outside the municipality act to foment and encourage the ghettoizing (poverty-stricken urban area) of the municipality, or large areas thereof. Sure enough there is enough blame to go around . And so, I am not so sure that the county, or the state, does not have some responsibility for the conditions here. The simple fact of life is that some will have to give more than they receive and others will receive more than they give. As a NYC resident, I know that we pay more taxes to the state and fed than we receive in direct services in return. A fact of life. And for those outside of AP who say "no more, get your house in order" (as we well should), what price do you put on having all the people and problems you do not want living near you? Is that to be a free service for us to provide? None of us are guiltless. The purpose of the Budget Committee is an attempt to get our house in order - not to assess blame .it is counterproductive to start the blame game at the beginning, or at least in announcing the formation of the committee . I saw the committee as something separate from any movement to assess blame on he council majority. Surely they have their faults and anyone or everyone is free to criticize them or try to get them out of office. But for my part, I thought that to include criticism of them in the post about the committee to be inappropriate. =============================================== The disparaging word : "ilk. In a message dated 11/16/2007, [EMAIL PROTECTED] wrote: people of your ilk . ================================================ The poem, from Countee Cullen's Color (1925): INCIDENT Once riding in old Baltimore, Heart-filled, head-filled with glee, I saw a Baltimorean Keep looking straight at me. Now I was eight and very small, And he was no whit bigger, And so I smiled, but he poked out His tongue, and called me, "Nigger." I saw the whole of Baltimore >From May until December; Of all the things that happened there That's all that I remember. - http://www.duboislc.org/ShadesOfBlack/CounteeCullen.html <http://www.duboislc.org/ShadesOfBlack/CounteeCullen.html>
