First of all, I shouldn’t have to write “even though I’m white,” but I feel that it is necessary because I’m hoping that this will reach at least one white person who …
First of all, I shouldn’t have to write “even though I’m white,” but I feel that it is necessary because I’m hoping that this will reach at least one white person who doesn’t think it’s okay to support the Black Lives Matter movement as if it will harm their white privilege in some way. Secondly, I will attempt to refrain my anger and sarcasm as much as possible, but I can’t make any promises. These are my disclaimers.
As a teacher, I have witnessed many forms of oppression in our society, especially against black people. I see that the public school system reinforces many of this oppression. What do I mean? Let’s look at desegregation. When black children were finally allowed to attend “white” schools, how much did the schools change to include their culture? Did the history books change to include positive attributes made by black people? No. Did literature books change to include a fair amount of black writers? No. The only thing that changed was that they were allowed to attend. When I look back on my education, I think about how much I did not know about black people as a child. I didn’t have the pleasure of reading Toni Morrison, Langston Hughes, Eudora Welty, Richard Wright, etc. All that I was exposed to was the “norm.” So, looking at this from the perspective of a black child (if I may venture to do so), what would this tell me about my race? As a white child of a racist mother, I learned that white was normal, good, accepted. I was taught that black boys were rapists and violent. I was taught that black women were bitches. And, I was taught that all black people were stupid and did not belong in our society. My mother would say that she wished that black people would be sent back to Africa. I want to add here that I have long since departed from these teachings, but I’m afraid that many people still have this mentality. So, in 2016, has the public school system changed? No. They simply added a month to celebrate Black History–the shortest month of the year. Yes, they have included more black people in history and literature, but the narrative is ultimately the same. EXCLUSION OF BLACK PEOPLE BEGINS IN ELEMENTARY SCHOOL.
As a college English teacher, I emphasize the fact that we are all basically bilingual. When I’m at home, I sometimes say things like, “He done started something,” or “She gone get in trouble.” This is our dialect. I know that it is technically incorrect, but I do not dismiss dialect because it brings richness, culture and identity to people’s voices. My black students are not used to this. They are not used to their speech being accepted as a language. They look at me like I’m an alien. EXCLUSION OF BLACK PEOPLE CONTINUES THROUGHOUT HIGH SCHOOL AND COLLEGE.
Don’t get me wrong, black people are strong. I admire them for their perseverance. They have made tremendous strides considering the lack of acceptance in our society. They don’t need my support. It’s the white people who need to know that it’s okay to support them.
In fact, white people could benefit majorly from true inclusion. Look at the school system again. Now tests are the ultimate basis of knowledge. If a student doesn’t pass the test, the student is judged, the teacher is judged, the school is judged. The problem with this is that not all student knowledge can be measured by a test. And, ultimately the tests do not reflect the differences in race. This is a difficult subject because it may sound bad, but hear me out. When black people were allowed to attend white schools, they had basically no education besides the little bit that other black people could teach them. They were not up to white people’s “standards.” So, instead of changing the system and letting the black students catch up, they just kept going in hopes that they would give up. Then, legislature is passed that says that all schools must be performing. These black students who couldn’t catch up were hurting the numbers. What happens? They lower the standards. Now middle and lower class white students are also suffering. And, this is pretty much where the education system is today.
Also, some black people did give up. They recognized that they couldn’t survive this system. This system NEVER really let them in. So, what do they do? Turn to ways to survive that don’t include getting an education.
Another form of oppression is the welfare system. The welfare system was set up initially to help people get back on their feet after the Great Depression. Now, it reinforces a cycle of slavery to poverty. I once overheard a conversation among a couple of black seventh graders (ages 13-14). They were talking about naming their babies. I heard one of them say that she hoped that she would have twins so that her grandmother would get two more checks. When a person only knows one way of life, it is difficult to break out of it. It is the norm. It is a cycle. I’m going out on a limb to say that I’d bet most of our politicians know this, which is why welfare continues. I’m not saying welfare should disappear because I understand its important in helping people in need, but it should be a means to an end, not the end. So many white people disagree with me on this point because they are jealous that the government gives black people money. This is so stupid because 1. white people get welfare too, and 2. a life depending on the government is not a good one. White people say “I wish I could drive a Cadillac and get on welfare,” but that Cadillac does not make up for other hardships, and this is just nasty ass stupid prejudice assumption. Think of it this way: Do I want my daughter at 13 to be thinking about naming her child, the child that she is having so that her grandmother can get another check? Nope.
I could go on and on about the systems of oppression (a.k.a. slavery) that are thriving in our society, but this is supposed to be about Black Lives Matter. I’m writing this in response to white people trying to diminish this movement by using the term Blue Lives Matter as a rebuttal. NO NO NO! This movement was not established as a blow against police officers. It was established as a cry for help. Mothers of victims. Mother of victims. They lost their children. They lost their children to the violence of our society. Our society excluded their children, and they ended up dead at young ages. This is the problem. Stop trying to stifle their voices. Stop ignoring the exclusion. Stop saying that they can’t speak up for themselves without taking away from white people. Do white people need black lives to not matter?
No one said that blue lives don’t matter. No one said that white lives don’t matter. When a police officer shoots a black man sitting in his car unarmed, he is saying that his life doesn’t matter. When a white man shoots a black teenager for wearing a hoody and playing loud music, he is saying that his life doesn’t matter. When a child is gunned down for having a toy gun, it shows that someone believed his life didn’t matter. There are methods for preventing this violence, but they are not exercised. Are all instances of police violence about race? No. Am I saying that police officers should not protect themselves? No. I am saying that racism and oppression exist and cannot be ignored. I am saying that black lives do matter, but that does not have to take away from others’ lives. I am saying that if there are instances where a black person is targeted, then there need to consequences and recognition.
I don’t worry that my son will get shot because of the color of his skin. I don’t worry that my son will be excluded in school because of the color of his skin. I don’t worry that my son will be profiled because of the color of his skin. I enjoy white privilege in this way. I do not want to have to worry, but I want to share those same privileges with my black neighbors. I want my students to feel accepted in my classroom. I want my students to succeed and become productive members of society. I want to live in a society where we stop lying and start fixing the problem. If you want to say ALL LIVES MATTER, fine. THEN ACT LIKE IT! Until then recognize that BLACK LIVES MATTER.
Last night my wife and I took my kids and her niece to see Shrek: The Musical at the Pensacola Little Theater, and it was a treat! The costumes were fantastic, the setting was amazing, but what I loved the most were the hidden meanings that made me like this modern fairy story in the first place.
My favorite song was “Let Your Freak Flag Fly.” In the play, most of the characters are “outsiders”–the “Big Bad Wolf” is dressed in drag, witches are “not so wicked,” and many of the others are part of the B list fairy stories. What do they tell us? That we should celebrate our differences, and that being divided makes us weak and vulnerable to tyrants and society.
Of course, these characters are the side story, and Shrek and Fiona are the main protagonists. Shrek is definitely not the prince charming, although he rescues Fiona. He does so without violence. He is actually very logical. His whole analogy that ogres are like onions is hilarious yet meaningful. Fiona, as we soon find out, is also an ogre on the inside. She tries to be the typical princess. She shows us that little girls are given expectations based on fairy tales that do not come true. Shrek and Fiona are real life: reality.
One of the most evocative parts that I wish I could have recorded even though I know that’s not cool was when Shrek was mad and hurt and retreated to his swamp to build a wall. A giant green ogre dancing around on stage singing about how a wall was a solution to his problems was just too reminiscent of Donald Trump to go unnoticed.
However, the best example of irony was Lord Farquaad–the tyrant who wants to kick out all of the “freaks” so that he can have his perfect kingdom. His size is a realistic portrayal of his brain more than his body.
I appreciated this play, performed mostly for children, so much that I felt compelled to share. Please share your thoughts as well.
As we emerged from the Jaar exhibit, tears streamed down my face. Alisa, realizing I was crying, stopped me, astounded and asked if I was okay. All I could do was smile at her. These were not sad tears, though I was feeling pain for the thoughts of war and destruction brought to life by my realization, but they were tears of verisimilitude–my thoughts and feelings were realized by another–they were truth for me. This art was my truth.
As I stood with my lover, my partner, my girlfriend, my fiance, and she wiped my tears, the sounds of Sharon Hayes’ voice emerged from a set of speakers. I listened to the words. They spoke to my heart. Tears are in my eyes now as I write.
Here’s an explanation:
Everything Else has Failed! Don’t you Think It’s Time for Love (2007), a sound installation with framed posters, documents the period from September 17 to 21, 2007, when Hayes emerged each day at lunchtime from the corporate headquarters of UBS in midtown Manhattan to speak to an anonymous lover. Beginning “My dear lover” or “My sweet lover,” the texts Hayes spoke were addressed to an unnamed “you” from whom the speaker was separated for some unexplained reason. Woven in between comments on and about personal longing and desire were observations about politics and the trauma and dislocation of living in a time of war. By inserting “private correspondence” into a scene of public speech, Everything Else Has Failed! Don’t You Think It’s Time for Love? provokes questions about the territory of the space of the “political“ and the “unspeakable” as it relates to love and the notion of “free speech.”
This was taken from: http://whitney.org/file_columns/0003/1662/sharon_hayes_press_release.pdf.
I cannot remember the words. I cannot find them online. I wish I could. All I know is that I need this connection in my life. I need to stop being silenced from the lack of understanding.
I love you. I love you. I love you. I love you.
On a recent trip to New York, I finally got to visit the Museum of Modern Art. For a small town Alabama girl who still has big dreams, this is a pretty big deal. I have been teaching a lot of Modernism, so I was looking forward to being in the same fucking room as Picasso’s, Matisse’s and Van Gogh’s work. However, it was the contemporary that got me.
Many times in this small town, I keep my mouth shut about politics because no one listens and not many people care. But, for some reason, I feel very strongly about the conflicts that we are facing at this moment in time, and I strongly believe that we never get the full story. Everything is watered down, and I often try to discover why. People think I’m crazy, or maybe I just assume that people think I’m crazy because I go on rants about Donald Trump or the Syrian refugees and my opinions are most often different from theirs. The contemporary pieces at MoMa spoke to me because they showed me a connection that I don’t get otherwise. Alisa, my partner, –I’ve wanted to write that for a long time–partner because she’s with me, but also partner because we are kindred souls and I know that she will go to the end of the world with me–often allows my points of view, and sometimes she even agrees with me, but I expect that of her because we have these things in common. But, to see some of my passions and feelings visualized, well it was quite moving to say the least.
One display that really spoke to me was the Lament of the Images by Alfredo Jaar.
Jaar explained in an interview,
The work is a metaphor for the blindness in our society. I think we live in a great paradox today. On the one hand we are bombarded by thousands of images, but on the other hand it has never before been so controlled, be it by the government or by a certain part of the private sector. Therefore, I believe that we have lost the ability to see and be moved by images. Nothing moves us anymore, nothing has any meaning. My work is a kind of poetic meditation about the power of images.
In the first room there are 3 stories to read, then you go through a labyrinth and reach another hall with a glistening light that blinds you. In another sense it is like the request “let there be light”, like an appeal to clarify this situation.
This was taken from http://universes-in-universe.de/car/documenta/11/frid/e-jaar-2.htm.
In the wake of terrorism, political debates, threats of war, and mass shootings, I say to you, think of what you don’t see.
My brother has detached himself from my life. He was preceded by my mother, my aunts on my mother’s side, recently my grandmother and many cousins. I’m writing this to forgive them. I understand that my coming out as a lesbian at 33 is something that is difficult to understand. I also understand that my relationship with Alisa is hard to comprehend because it is not typical. I wish that they could hear me when I say that I love her. I wish that that was all that mattered to them, but it’s simply not. They cannot get past their own perspectives and see mine.
Many people say it’s the little things that count, and I agree, but Alisa gives me both little things and big things. I was lonely for a long time. I was miserable for a long time. I had discredited all the fairy tales and stories of true love. I had settled into the life I thought I deserved. I covered up my unhappiness, but people do not see what happens behind closed doors. They do not want to see. My closed door with my husband hid many things. It hid me sleeping alone, crying myself to sleep, and emotional abuse. Every time my husband disrespected me, I blamed myself. I paid for my previous relationship with Alisa for many years in my marriage to David. I am now so far removed from that dark time that I have forgotten a lot of it, but it no longer matters. It made me stronger to suffer. And, it made the little things matter so much more now. I have felt the guilt that my family would put on me about leaving David, but I say to that guilt: I cannot live my life in suffering to make someone else happy; I cannot show my children that abuse is okay; I cannot suppress my natural instincts in order to please my family. I tried. I gave it 13 years. 13 years is a long time to devote to something. That should be the testament that people need to show that I tried being straight. IT DIDN’T WORK. However, people still say that I’m not all the way gay because I was with a man. To that I say: I was with a man because it is what society wanted. I never wanted it. IT DIDN’T WORK. Some people say that we are going to hell. To that I say: See you there you judgmental fool.
What my brother said was that I was a coward who doesn’t stand up for my beliefs and a bitch, and he called Alisa a bitch too. This stemmed from a party where I had too much to drink and Alisa took me inside and helped me to bed. Apparently (I don’t remember) I didn’t say goodbye to him. And, Alisa made a comment about having to go to work the next morning. I write this to show that my brother does not know me at all. I am far from a coward. I stand up for what I believe in on a regular basis. I teach English and try to show people how to use Rhetoric and make connections in the world. I help my friends when they are in need. I support Hillary Clinton as presidential elect because SHE IS A WOMAN, and in 95 years of having the right to vote I think we should VOTE FOR A WOMAN. Of course, I also agree with Hillary on many of her standpoints, including education reform, which definitely affects me and gay marriage. I am stubborn and willful, so I can take the bitch comment, BUT COWARD? I am far from a coward. No one tells me what to do. My mother tried to force me to be straight. I’m gay. My ex-husband tried to force me, with physical force, to stay married to him. We’re divorced. Alisa tries on a regular basis to get me to go to bed earlier. We always go to bed late. I’ve taken my kids to New York by myself, which isn’t a big deal except to people in this small town who will never board a plane. There isn’t much that scares me except for heights, which just make me sick and dizzy.
It’s surprising to me what you learn from people when they walk out of your life. I learned that my brother was a coward because he didn’t have the nerve to tell me that he wasn’t okay with my relationship, which is what I think was really the problem. He also didn’t amount to much in my life when I considered it. Brothers are supposed to support you and have your back. When David put his hands on me, I expected my brother to defend me. He didn’t. I got what I deserved. Also, brothers are supposed to be good uncles to their nieces and nephews. Mine just criticized my daughter for liking “the black boys” (I put this in quotation marks with a sarcastic tone). He recently told my sister that she has never helped him do anything. He’s 27, still working on a bachelor’s degree in history and unemployed, so I guess he wants her to help my mother (or egg donor) to pay his bills. He doesn’t work because he can’t stop smoking pot long enough to pass a drug test, and he “doesn’t want to work for anyone dumber than he is.” He’s too good to work at a restaurant. So, when I examine the loss, I wonder why I valued him in the first place. Is it because “blood is thicker than water”? No longer a valid argument for me.
I’ve also seen the toxicity of my mother seeping through his veins. I’ve seen her evil nature causing my sister pain because my sister refuses to disown me. But, I fully expect her to go soon too. She doesn’t want to raise her daughters with a lesbian aunt. She doesn’t know how to explain our relationship to them. And, I don’t believe my sister can take the pressure of the rest of the family hating her because she doesn’t join them in their walkout.
However, despite the negativity, I’m on top of the world. My relationship with Alisa is a fairy tale, a real-life fairy tale. No, we can’t be seen riding a carriage to a ball through shimmering light or frolicking in a meadow surrounded by lavender and talking birds, but I feel loved. I think that is what we all want. Unconditional love. Every morning she wakes me up with a kiss. When something happens at work, it’s her I want to tell. We have deep conversations, but I just enjoy talking to her even if it’s just about her job or the kids. We rarely argue, and when we do, it is usually small and repairable. When we argue, I think the difference lies in the fact that I do not want to fight with her. It hurts me to be angry with her, so we get it out, fix it and get over it quickly. She goes out of her way to make me happy. She recently looked for pumpkin spice creamer for me, but it’s not out yet. Once, when I was sick, she drove me to work, and while I was teaching, she went and bought me a heating pad because mine had broken. She takes care of things around the house when I can’t. SHE DOES LAUNDRY. She plans awesome date nights. She just researched our trip to Vegas and found out that they have a plethora of IPA, which is my favorite. I could go on and on about all the little things that she does for me, but now for the fairy dust….On August 26, 2015, Alisa had planned a date night. I got dressed, and she told me she had a surprise for me. She had gotten me flowers, which was unusual because I don’t like store-bought flowers since they’re expensive and they die. She had packed a picnic. Driving to the beach in Pensacola, one of our favorite spots, she asked me about work, and we talked about the literature that I’m teaching. When we got to the beach, we listened to Kristy Lee while we ate our picnic of cheese, grapes, pepperoni and wine. Then, Alisa took out our story that she had written and read it to me. As I lay there listening to her talk about our relationship and her love for me, tears trickled down my cheeks. Then, she told me to close my eyes. When I opened them, she was holding a ring. I jumped up and grabbed her. It was perfection. I could not have asked for a better experience of romance. The sun was setting, the waves were in the background, and I thought to myself that I was so lucky. She did all this for me. Not many people get to experience being in love with their best friend and having such a connection.
There are now only a few people who have not turned their backs on me, and I’m thankful for them. My kids are happy. My daughter has come around. I could not be happier. I just don’t understand the hatred that makes people so blind that they cannot see that I’m happy and in love and that’s all that should matter.
So, as another one bites the dust, I’m swimming in my fairy dust and I don’t care who doesn’t like it.
Although Alabamians knew that a civil war would be expensive, it was inevitable as the South was reluctant to bend on the slavery situation. Alabamians seceded from the North in hopes that they could come to a peaceful solution. After all, Alabama’s economy and much of its population’s livelihood depended on slavery. Cotton was Alabama’s main agricultural crop, and the production of and exportation of cotton depended largely on slavery. Because agriculture depended more on manual labor, Alabamians did not see the need for immense industrial growth, and they continued to rely on slave labor. Alabama joined the forces of the Confederate States on January 11, 1861 under Governor Andrew B. Moore. William Cobb was a Unionist from Northern Alabama who wanted the Southern states to compromise, but Alabama did not budge. The Confederates made Montgomery their first capital and elected Jefferson Davis the president. The Northern part of Alabama contained more people who were resistant to the war, but the Southern Alabamians were ready to fight. Many Alabama men became leaders during the war such as John H. Forney, Henry D. Clayton, Jones M. Withers, and General Kirby Smith. Unfortunately, the war caused Alabama’s economy to suffer more than they anticipated. Men had to leave their families, and women had to work and pick up the slack. Alabama did not have the firearms and manpower that the North did because of their industrial production. They also did not have the transportation of the railroad that the North had. The slaves saw the Unionists as ways to freedom, so they tried to join the fighting against the Confederates. Alabama did provide shelter and supplies to soldiers. Many of the men were familiar with each other, and they fought side by side with their neighbors. The Selma Arsenal made most of the Confederate army’s ammunition. Many Alabamians became generals and lieutenants. Overall, Alabama played a big role in the Civil War despite the loss of the Confederacy.
Alabama’s economy was not exactly booming before the Civil War. Many farms had just begun to see a profit. Reconstruction took many years and a lot of hard work. Alabama’s reliance on agricultural crops, especially cotton had made the state weak when the war broke out. Men had to leave their farms to fight, and production was weakened or stopped without the manpower. Homes and property were destroyed in fighting. Farms had been neglected and needed much work to rebuild and start functioning at a profitable rate again. The war also affected the class structure as it brought industrial growth and weakened the old planter class. After emancipation, there was an abundance of freed slaves that were in need of work and property. Farmers had invested in the slaves and had invested in houses and property for the slaves. Farmers had to split their land and rent their property. Former overseers became tenant farmers, and tenant farming proved to be less profitable than the farmers had anticipated. Many whites feared the freed blacks, which caused a lot of controversy, especially economically. Many of the conditions had not even changed for the African Americans after the war. Republicans actually helped Congress to consider black rights. Alabama Unionists responded to President Johnson’s plan of Reconstruction that would allow the white conservatives to return to power. Basically the war brought on radical changes, and Alabama practically had to start from scratch.
Women’s lives were very difficult during the first half of the twentieth century. Prior to the women’s suffrage movement, women had practically no rights except for those afforded to them by their husbands. They lived in a very patriarchal driven society. Any money that they earned went back to their husbands. Any property that they held went in their husbands’ names. They did all of the work for no pay. They were expected to be nurturers and enjoy their domestic place in the home. Even after the suffrage movement gained women the right to vote, it would still be a long road for them to find their place in society. During the first half of the twentieth century, they were adjusting to their new rights. However, men reacted to women gaining rights much in the same way that they reacted to slaves earning their rights. The work of women was often compared to the work of slaves as they tended to the house and got nothing in return. So, women had to push through and earn their new found autonomy. They started joining the workforce despite being paid pennies on the dollars in comparison to men. Class determined the status of women more than race did. Many wives of farmers worked in the house and in the fields. In the nineteenth century, women began to take charge of their situations and break down the male patriarchal society. Middle and upper class women in urban areas of Alabama began affecting change in the women’s movement by creating reform newspapers such as The Progressive People. Education began to rise for women, especially after Reconstruction, and this allowed women to earn more professional positions. Tallulah Bankhead was a pioneer for professional women. She was a well-known actress. She was very professional, and despite her often wild antics, she was very respected. Alabama women in the early half of the nineteenth century were paving the way for women’s place in a modern society.
Alabama women were thwarted in the suffrage movement by the image of the southern belle. Men saw southern women as these frail domestic ideal pictures rather than professional voting members of society. So, women had to free themselves of this image in order to gain their places in society. White women had previously joined with the movement for civil rights for slaves and freed slaves, but after emancipation, they separated from that cause and took on a more independent path to suffrage. They pointed out that uneducated black men could vote while educated white women could not. Black women in Alabama also joined the fight seeing that the right to vote would benefit them as well. The women first tried to have Alabama’s constitution amended, but after that failed, they championed a national suffrage amendment to guarantee their political freedom. Bossie O’Brien Hundley organized the Alabama Equal Suffrage Association in Birmingham in 1912. Unfortunately, suffrage for women was opposed not only by men, but also by women, especially those involved in religious organizations and those that felt inclined towards domesticity. But, the opposition would eventually be matched. In August, 1920, women in Alabama could vote.
After the Civil War, Reconstruction and emancipation, Alabama’s constitution was in need of a rewrite. On May 21, 1901, 155 delegates met in Montgomery as a constitutional convention. Alabama’s Black Belt leaders wanted to disfranchise the blacks in order to maintain their wealth and power. They also wanted to disfranchise white illiterate voters and keep the vote limited to those who were educated. Despite the immoral implications of the new constitution that basically reiterated white supremacy, the constitution was ratified. It limited the state’s ability to tax, diminished important education funds, and limited the state’s funding for land improvement and railroad development. Basically, not much changed from the constitution of 1875 because the Black Belt leaders found ways around the changes that were proposed.
Alabama was a center for the civil rights movement because it was the home of leaders such as Rosa Parks, who performed the bus boycott in Montgomery. White supremacy had long been the standard in Alabama, and blacks began to fight for their rights after emancipation. The vote would mean that they would have a voice in their leaders and politics. Although the state could not prohibit blacks from voting after the national decision for suffrage, Alabamian leaders turned to violence to prevent them from voting. They also imposed a literacy test knowing that many African Americans had not been afforded an education. Candidates who would back up the African Americans lost to leaders who would continue the white supremacy. Even when blacks did manage to vote, the results would be misleading. However, in 1965, the Voting Rights Act was passed, which protected the voting rights of African Americans.
In March 1931, nine black males were on a train and got into a fight with two white males who got off the train and went to the police. Two white females accused the nine males of raping them. They went to trial with no attorney and an all white jury and were convicted. The Supreme Court overruled the verdict because they were not given an attorney. When appealed, they were convicted again, but that ruling was also overturned because there were no blacks on the jury. People had mixed feelings about racism at this time. Most people who still partook in racism were uneducated. The fact that the case was overruled shows that African Americans had gained rights in the realm that mattered.
Of course, as a woman, I think that the most important event discussed above is the women’s movement in Alabama. Prior to the movement, women were undervalued and basically treated as slaves. The women’s movement paved the way for women to become educated, professional citizens and to gain some respect. Now women have the choice to become a professional or to stay at home, and both are valued. Although there are still instances of gender inequality, women have come a long way from two centuries ago.
My miracle has become a ballerina! Taylor is my twelve year old daughter who did not breath on her own for the first fifteen minutes of her life. The doctors were not very confident that this lack of oxygen would not affect her brain. However, the neurology tests confirmed that my beautiful baby would be absolutely fine, and she is perfect (too me)! She began dancing when she was four, and she has a natural talent as well as a drive to become a professional. With the loss of my full-time job and the normal bills of raising a family of four, it has been difficult to fund Taylor’s dance classes, so I’ve created a GoFundMe account where people can donate money to help her. Please check it out! And, we appreciate any donations! http://www.gofundme.com/2wg0ko
So, I finally got a call back for one of the twenty (no lie, I’ve counted) applications I’ve sent or taken. It is a Social Media/PC Specialist position at the community college I’m currently working at. Basically, the position requires knowledge of site management, which I have, but I want to be fully prepared. I found an excellent website “openbookproject” that offers information about computers. As I am always thirsting for knowledge, I will be completing this program that the site offers starting with today’s lesson: define Internet and SAGE (Semi-Automatic Ground Environment). Since this is just for my knowledge, I’m using Wikipedia (yes, I do that). I think Wikipedia is a very helpful resource although most of my colleagues disagree.
Internet-global system of interconnected computer networks that use the standard internet protocol suite (TCP/IP) to serve billions of users worldwide. It is a network of networks that are linked by a broad array of electronic information resources and services.
Semi-Automatic Ground Environment (SAGE)-Cold War operator environment created for the automated air defense of North America, and, by extension, the name of the associated network of radars, computer systems, and aircraft command and control equipment (SAGE defense system) to replace the U.S. Air Force “manual air defense system”.