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Learning to re-dream

As a result of failed dreaming, I might have developed a radical patience, but Dr. King, I'm still practicing.  Carrying the torch for peaceful change might be a way of honoring Dr King's vision.  As for now, I can only say that I am discovering how to be a dreamer again, after being worn down by the strain of clashing with so many obstructing realities.  I've accepted that my dreams and reality no longer mirror Martin Luther King Jr.'s.  The principles are equal, but the circumstances and dramatics are not.  My dream needs to evolve, because different times call for different dreams.  Racism, prejudice, discrimination and hate got sophisticated over the decades.

These human hateful traits can no longer be on public display as they once walked arrogantly down main street polished, ironed, and primped.  The new and illusive racism, prejudice, or hatred doesn't wear the same uniforms.  The uniform is a quantum garment that resembles an attitude.  A micro garment with the durability that can withstand most acts of social activism.  It looks like a hatred that no longer propagates itself through formal decrees, but oozes through dysfunctional moral creeds.  Dr King's dream, really a struggle, a veces mi lucha, and now transcending into a radical patience, has helped me to consider that prejudice folk had dreams too.
Even In a suit!

Racism went under ground, stopped revealing itself in blatant laws, now permeating smells of gorilla tactics, and their revolution learned to dream radical dreams too, surviving alongside mine.  The bigot has gone rebel too.

I was introduced to my social and lifestyle disparity in this newly adapted gorilla prejudice.  A prejudice once gloating under the banner of racism, best iconified by a confederate flag.  The tactical and stealth prejudice that insists it doesn't exist, like Delta Force, is reaping havoc in the territories still addicted to the idealized Christian prosperity, liberty, and happiness.  A force that no longer fights under an American flag, but several axis of force, like capitalism, patriotism, conservatism, elitism, and ethnocentrism.  I had to learn about Dr. King's dream, by recognizing how my dream drifted further into a misty misery of suspect authorities that create limitations calling them precautions, stereotypes, slippery ladders leading to cinder blocked class systems, and moving targets of success.  While pale skinned authorities preached to me how accessible prosperity should be.

So I dreamed and pursued being qualified, capable, or accredited.  What was camouflaged was how their paths of assisted progress and lessened resistance provided an advantage I could never understand, and they could always deny.  I went into my adulthood courageous and hopeful, now humbled and insightful, I can visualize their malleable and manipulate-able frameworks they put in place over the centuries, ensuring their position of power. These frameworks allow for traits that remove obstacles for a select and deserving elite, like the fraternity, inheritance, endowment, the represented, and supreme, have put on camouflage.  The obstacles to prosperity of the active duty prejudice are different than mine.

I thought I needed to get a degree, but then I realized this webbing of accreditation, seems added to our culture to delay the participation of the undesirable.  Yes this is cynical to think.   I reflect how education allowed for their establishment to keep authority without revealing their prejudice.   License and accreditation became a way of titrating people into their adaptive, creative, resilient, and prosperity filled lifestyles.  Titrating at rate that allowed them to keep pace of maintaining their stronghold of authority.

Well I no longer dream like King, it's more like a hopeful patience.

Immigrating Without Borders

      I immigrated from Albuquerque’s city life to a quieter Santa Fe.  Santa Fe is 50 some odd miles north of Albuquerque along the Camino ...