OBAMA HATERS IN THE MEDIA

Why would anyone put themselves into the frenzy of Obama hating? It is a losing proposition. Still, there are the media giants who feed upon every gaffe that flows from Obama’s eloquent lips, like wild dogs. Why is Hannity sounding like a broken-record? My guess is that he thinks that he will hit a home run for the Republicans with his repetitive litanies preaching the evils of Barack Obama.  Sean Hannity is but a water-boy, hoping to be  perceived as champion of a Republican agenda that the nation no longer wants.

 First, was the speculation that Obama was a Muslim, because of family members-who never raised him-as well as a school he attended as a child (in which he had no say whatsoever.) Then, he was a black-racist-church- radical, with ties to other educated “evil alliances” in Chicago.  Hannity’s premise has been that Obama has to be judged by the company that he has kept. Isn’t Rush Limbaugh, who dared to tamper with the election process, one of Hannity’s good friends?  Rush should be very concerned. sitting in the seat of God is quite a dangerous position; “…He will not share His glory with another…” After Obama denounced racist and un-American remarks, he was pronounced an opportunist.  When Obama did nothing, there appeared (on Hannity’s show) a cover from Obama’s former pastor’s church in which Obama’s picture was shown (in a collage) as well as Louis Farrakhan and others. Hannity said to his audience,”…aha, aha, our eye hath seen it…” HERE is the connection between the two of them. THIS WAS A COLLAGE!!! How weak.

Hannity should know better than to attack a Pentacostal church. Perhaps, he would do well to re-read the book of Acts in the New Testament. Perhaps, he does not know that there is enough resident power within its walls to turn his entire world upside-down. Hannity should cease his efforts to slice and dice Barack Obama at every turn and do some retrospection.   How can Hannity believe that after his rabid rants against Obama and a Pentacostal church, that he is doing God a favor? Conversely, he has put himself in the seat of God. His efforts will fail. The traps that he lays will fail, everything that he does against Obama will fail. It is ugly in the sight of God. Limbaugh and Hannity, together, will not be able to destroy this man because he is an “evil liberal.”  Hannity should know this about God; “…He maketh his sun to rise on the evil and on the good, and sendeth rain on the just and the unjust…” This is something Hannity should already know, being a Catholic. A cruel joke, really; to think one is either God or doing God a favor, when the opposite is true.

What Hannity is becoming is like a Roman Emperor engaged in a Colosseum spectacle. Doesn’t he know that he is dealing with a gladiator? Doesn’t he  know that with all of his hate-filled speech, he has positioned Senator Obama as the “David” of our times facing “Goliath?” Has Hannity ever wondered why in spite of his “broken-record” efforts to derail this man, that his efforts fail? Ultimately, Hannity will become a bad taste in the mouths of the many. His negativity is off-putting. It is irrational. Hannity does not even wait for Obama to falter. Fox news and its predictable pundits spend their time gathering up shards with which to attack Obama, his wife, his campaign and his “call” for change. I am here to declare to the media and to all who use their positions of power to attempt to destroy this man, that you, too, shall fail. How very foolish. The reason is that there is a God. He is neither Hannity nor Limbaugh.  “…He will not share His glory with another…” After a long season of God having His name used as a shield to hide  every mannner of ugliness, greed and abuse of power, He is at this very moment judging the self-righteous!!!

 O’Reilly, having a more fair and balanced approach, has stopped trying to make news, but rather report it. Perhaps that is the reason why his show ranks higher than Hannity’s. I will speculate as to the source of Hannity’s irrational behavior: the Republican nominee is weak. Not because he is not honorable, but because he is a chameleon. He spoke one way to win the nomination and now he speaks another way. Hannity should be concerned and spend his time trying to take the “double-speak” out of the mouth of the Republican nominee. McCain is attempting to”… become all things to all men, in the hopes that he might win some…”McCain is certainly not the Republican nominee that the rank and file of the party had hoped for. If Fox news spent more time  trying to spin its own straw into gold, ceased from its “plutonium-laden” tirades against Barack Obama, and at least appeared to want reconciliation and healing for a disenchanted nation,  then perhaps young people’s dreams would not be dashed to the ground; leaving them restless and angry. Perhaps, people old enough to know about Jim Crow, could have a glimmer of hope in their eyes before they die.  Perhaps, Martin Luther King Junior would not have died in vain; his dream still being bitterly opposed in 21st century America. 

Alice Parris

 

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GYPSY-FEET

The world cannot stop itching, tapping toes
responding to vaguely familiar rhythms. These
gypsy-feet have traveled upon distant shores;

upon beds of sand mass & turquoise glass.
Deliberate toes dig into moist shores a certain
signature. Tinkling, trinkets remind gypsy-feet

that they have no master. They will move with the
wind’s whisper & the heat of their hearth-hearts.
          
Gypsy-feet want to hedonistically dance by the
burning fire through the dark night until dawn.

Gypsy-feet will do a perfect pirouette upon a pit
or a pendulum. They always land in cat-like surety.
Emeralds, rubies, sapphires, diamonds, silver & gold

cannot assuage gypsy-feet. When the music begins,
these toes move torsos making them whirling dervishes;
taking them into excursions of untold ecstasy.

Who envies these gypsy-feet; both a blessing & a curse?
Gypsy-feet are wind-walkers upon aqua-tangerine skies,
dancing upon indigo, encrypted- epigraphs in the night.

Alice Parris

MY RECENT TRIP TO PARIS, FRANCE

I had been waiting to revisit France for forty years. I was as excited as a seventeen year old school girl. We took Air Canada from Nashville, Tennessee because of the lower costs. We had stops in Toronto and Montreal. What struck me on the plane from Toronto to Montreal was the fact that two young, well-dressed-in- western -clothing, Middle Easterners were seated in front of us. They spoke only in Arabic, although sometimes in English. In America, we have been taught to panic at certain behaviors, ie: the changing of seats, the frequent repetitions of Allah, and the ages of these young men. It was a quite a shock for my husband and I, because the male steward (who appeared to be hitching a ride on the plane to elsewhere) moved his seat. He appeared annoyed and agitated. My husband and I did not know if we were on one of those “killer -planes” or not. I noticed the expensive watches, the latest expensive Western wear and the expensive haircuts. I was offered the use of the airvalve by one of these young men who claimed that the cold air coming from the plane made him sick. Add to this the drama of a delayed flight, where the attendants were telling us something about a luggage problem, and the captain was telling us something about an air-conditioning problem. We thought surely, the plane we were on was headed to Allah without some kind of intervention. After a forty-five minute delay, we were in flight.  These young men continued to speak in their native tongue, the steward became increasingly agitated, and my husband and I sat in wonderment of it all. These young men, orderly exited the plane with the rest of us in Montreal. I realized the level of fear that has been programmed into us as Americans which the rest of the world cannot afford to engage in due to the demographics of their populations.

We arrived in Paris. While waiting in the immigration line, I met a European professor who specialized in studying tribes. We spoke about the lost tribes in Ethiopia. He was convinced that most of the ones who risked being slaughtered were evacuated to Israel three years ago. I said, “there is a ministry who claims that there are still a substantial number of them from the House of Abraham and the House of Israel who are the “outcasts” in Ethiopia.  I myself had given to this ministry to help alleviate any suffering that was the result of a lack of proper medical care. ( I have since come to know that the Bete Avraham Community located in the Kechene District of Addis Ababa, Ethipiopia does indeed still exist. I am wearing a beautiful prayer shawl created by an artisan weaver of this community, right now) He also knew of the Haliwa-Saponi tribe. He told me “remnants of Iroquois” I had also read Sioux, most recently. I found this exchange to be informative and I wished him well on his return to Africa to a remnant tribe of the Masai.

We were on the way to the hotel, and had our shock because of the higher Euro. At the airport, we were told by a Frenchman exchanging our U.S. dollars that the dollar was a thumbs down and the Euro was a thumbs up. We found ourselves paying fifty dollars for a ride from the Charles de Gaulle airport to our hotel. We still had to walk a block because of the limited access and narrow road. We were exhausted and thinking about shortening our trip already. We began to make a plan about our eating out and excursions. My primary goal was to take my new jazz single Mon Melange (dedicated to the great people of New Orleans) and to put it into the hands of program directors at radio stations, and to put my husband’s debut blues album, Bucket of Blues into the hands of a radio station that played diverse music, including blues, rhythm and blues and hip-hop.  The day after we arrived, I found myself having breathing problems due to the lack of ventilation. I had brought with me a Sharper Image Ionic Breeze desktop to ensure that I could breath. I have always had asthma. In my middle-age, it stopped just short of emphysema. Well, the genius salesman at Best Buy sold us a converter for Europe which quickly blew out the power pack. We spent our first day, not able to succomb to jet-lag, searching for an air purifier. We found one after many trials and errors on the Metro. We did find one which was sufficient to allow me to be there for one week. We should have bought a converter in France, since I brought the air purifier home with me.

While we walked down the street, a young woman of Carribean descent stopped to chat while she listened to Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix on her ipod. She gave us the name of the radio station Nova in Paris as well as the name of a friend of hers who is a music producer there in Paris. When I attempted to call this young man, he quickly said something in French, which I could not grasp, hung-up and did not answer the phone again. I wondered if he thought that I was a bill collector or telemarketer. When I called the Nova radio station, the young lady was courteous and helpful. She informed me that I should bring two sets of CDs because of the TSF jazz station housed in the same building.

We were to go to the station on Monday giving us a free weekend to explore. We saw the Eiffel Tower from the ground.  As I have said before, I lived in France as a child, went again at fifteen, and studied at Montpellier University at seventeen. I had seen it before. For my husband, everything was a thrill. I really wanted to see Versailles. I love French history. I was told that the great “Hall of Mirrors” was sealed off and all I could see would be the King’s Chambers, the Queen’s Chamber’s and the gardens. I opted not to spend the money because I only wanted to see the great ballroom, anyway. We made our way through the street vendors; eating Chinese food, quiche, and French bread. My husband found the wine just a little too exciting, for my taste. We treated ourselves to a real French meal at a place called the Dome. The service was good, the ambience exciting and there I had the best creme brulee that I have ever had. It had been prepared incorporating a flower that grows in France.

When Monday came, we had to make our way through the maze of transfers on the Metro to get to our destination. We were lost (just down the street from Nova) when we went into a Nike store to ask for directions. When we came out (with no Nike bags) we were “cussed” out in French by an old man who must have been talking about the evils of Western consumerism. My husband and I had to check with each other just to make sure we WERE being told off! At the station, we were treated well, although we got confused with the first floor and the fourth floor. We dropped of our CDs and proceeded home.

The concierge at our hotel, when off of his shift, began to tell us about how we as Americans are viewed. It sounded like every “conspiracy theory” that I had ever heard all rolled into one. When we walked down the street, asking if someone spoke English (so I didn’t have to make a fool of myself speaking in a language I have not spoken in forty years) the answer was a curt “no.” We are convinced that many asked did indeed speak English, yet chose not to help us. It was not until they understood that we were musicians, that their demeanor changed. France has a long history of being a patron of the arts. Also, we were told by some that because of “Bush’s war”their Euro had risen, making it more difficult for them to put food on their tables. Judging by the prices, it is fair to say that my husband and I, if living in Paris, might be relegated to singing on the Metro with a cup. To say that there is an increase in prices here is valid. What is even more startling is the cost of living over there.

We were able to see that many French despise Americans-maybe even more, now, that there are good people everywhere, even when you are not seeking them out, and that the animosity towards the United States is great abroad. All evils are laid at the feet of America. There are conspiracy theories out there that would make Pastor Wright’s rhetoric look like kindergarden conversations. Americans should be concerned about the ill-will towards us. Traveling to certain countries means the risk of being subjected to a disrespect that we have never known. We really must intend more good towards the countries that are not our avowed enemies. We need to stop making new enemies in the world. We need to mend the breaches, strive towards reconciliation and stop thinking that the “golden age of America” exists anywhere outside of America. We are not seen as heros to most of the world. The distrust of the American government and a condescention towards “blind Americans” who trust in American media is blatantly clear.  I think I feel a South of the border wind blowing my way… Do enjoy the music video at the end of this blog. Mon Melange& Bucket of Blues can be obtained through www.nuvisionrecords.net

Alice Parris 

To play Alice in Paris video:

http://myspacetv.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&videoid=33368598