Social media has not only taken the world by storm but it is creating storms in everyday life. From where I sit as a Facebook junkie, social media has moved from a tool to connect people to a place where people alternate between the roles of being pimps and whores seeking praise from the majority of readers. As a result, the effort to being popular is producing negative affects that quietly impacts towns, cities, states, countries and sometimes the world.
Not until recently did I learn that Facebook track where their users go and how often they visit those sites. The news was an eyebrow raising moment and was followed by an “hum.”
That’s when I realize social media’s presence is far more destructive than a category 5 hurricane or a F-5 tornado all because someone wants the metaphorically reach the moon first, and I was playing my part in them getting there.
Like everyone else I enjoyed having platforms to share knowledge and or thoughts. So, as a result, being heard has become a seductive aspect of social media and a tool for the creators to land on the moon with no regards to the people they exploit.
This is truly day one of no Facebook. The struggle with dealing with the withdraws is real but I love myself enough to overcome the challenge. God’s speed to all!
Now . . . I realize everyone online is not searching for cyber sex; but the dialog between the two cartoon characters renders the actions of a percentage of lonely people, a percentage of people who are predators, and a percentage of people who enjoy tormenting others to feel better about their life failures. And out of the three those that are lonely will push aside everything instinctively that keeps a person safe for the sake of having companionship. Thus ignoring the red flags, as they give unearned trust to people who could do harm to them and those they love.
Therefore, since a few people have forgotten the meaning for “trust” I have selected it for today’s Vocabulary Mondays word. In hope this blog post find its way to those that need reminders to stay safe when playing online with others. Because in all honesty no one knows who or what they are truly conversing with on the internet . And sadly so many people are forgetting the internet is the number one tool for predators to find their victims. Remember:
It seems the negative word thug is always used to misrepresent the entire African American, Negro, or black communities. Honestly, people who distort racial integrity by misguiding readers, viewers, and listeners are worse than those they are writing or talking about. Such viewpoints are transparent as they are criminal acts of spreading hate.
As a humanitarian I find hate served on any platform detestable and a waste of time. So, therefore, today my vocabulary word is “thug” because I object to the ignorance of those that use it improperly. And it is such ignorance that keeps hate alive. And in keeping hate alive it becomes an avenue for exploitation by discriminatory acts when negative words are used to describe others by race, age, disability, ethnic, religion, sex, sexual orientation, and etc. Despite the worlds gratifying social exposure of discovering people are people, a pocket of people continue hate cycles for the sake of personal gain.
Last night I watched a History Channel special on the movie series Indiana Jones. The purpose of the show was to separate fact from fiction as it relates to the movie. While watching the show I was introduced to origin of the word “Thug”. When you think of a thug what image comes to mind? Is it a Black or Brown man? Is he iced out with diamonds and wearing baggy pants? Most people think of a thug as living in a poverty stricken urban area ( Ghetto) in the United states. The origin of the word “Thug” couldn’t be farther from its present meaning. The word Thug originates from an 800 year old cult called Thuggee in India. Thuggee were known for befriending travelers and killing them with the ultimate intention of robbing them. According to the Guinness Book of World Records, this cult is responsible for the death of 2 million unsuspecting travelers.
So the question arises, ” How did we get from Thuggee to thug?” The Indian Cult and its practices were popularized and introduced to main stream Western Culture through books such as Confessions of a Thug by Philip Meadows Taylor (1839). Thuggee was also popularized by British Culture as Great Britain Ruled India from 1858 to 1947. In a way it bothers me that such a negative word like thug is largely associated with Blacks when it should be associated with Indians. How is it that we get the bad rap when they’ve been “thuggin” for 800 years! If we’re going to play the name game then we need to call prostitutes Geisha Girls! If there are any words that you can think of that are unfairly associated with your or someone else’s culture, please feel free to comment.
Ya Basta, Malcolm
Dearest . . . That is exactly what Bob Seay, a man from Colorado, successfully wrote about in a message to his friends on Facebook in the wake of a verdict over a non-black man shooting and killing a black teen.
I am sharing his words with you because they reflect my sentiments as well. Happy reading!
I am not Trayvon Martin.
I keep seeing people say, “I am Trayvon Martin.” I understand the sentiment. If that is you, then I respect that.
I am not Trayvon Martin. I am a middle-aged, middle class, overweight white guy. I am also a teacher, and in 20 years of teaching, I have seen plenty of Trayvon Martins. More accurately, I have seen plenty of young men who fit the caricatured image that is being portrayed of this kid in the media, Left and Right. Fox News and MSNBC. I’m guessing that neither portrayal – saint or thug – is accurate. People are more complex than that.
None of the Trayvon Martins that I know deserve to die. They may arouse suspicion, but your paranoia is not their crime. If they do commit a crime, they deserve to have a trial. Trayvon Martin’s jury consisted of one person. That is not how we are supposed to do things in America. Unfortunately, that is our reality.
Here’s my point: You don’t have to be Trayvon Martin to know this is wrong. You don’t have to be black, or young, or a “troubled student” or a pot smoker to know this was murder. And you don’t have to be the parent of Trayvon Martin to know this was a gross miscarriage of justice.
Let me be more blunt: This type of injustice will continue until enough guys like me – guys who are not Trayvon Martin – have had enough of it and finally say “No more.”
You don’t have to be Trayvon Martin. You just have to be human.