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The hypocrisy of democracy is the elephant in the room

By DHughes|2017-03-11T14:29:00-05:00March 8th, 2017|Categories: business, politics, social|Tags: Donald Trump, Edward O. Wilson, George Orwell, Marquis de Condorcet, The Economist|

and its demise is accelerating in the absence of integrity, principles, patriotic guts and genetic mutation Three things you might not know The Economist Intelligence Unit's "Democracy Index 2016," ranks the USA 21st among 165 independent states. Norway is #1. Canada is #6. The US dropped out of the top category of "full democracies" (19 countries) and joined 57 Read more...

Stand, kneel, sit, jump, run, pass … what difference does nationalism make?

By DHughes|2016-12-10T00:40:50-05:00October 17th, 2016|Categories: politics, social, trumpwatch, trumpwatchhome, uncategorized|Tags: Colin Kapernick, Donald Trump, Isaiah Berlin, Marquis de Condorcet, Ruth Bader Ginsburg|

Are national anthems really about respect? Or repression? Four things you might not know Patriotism has been recognized since the earliest civilizations but nationalism is a relatively new concept with its origins in the 18th and 19th centuries. Nationalism is a "false consciousness" and nothing more than a well-branded veneer for economic, social and class leverage. Supreme Court Justice Read more...

My personal history is the stuff they write books about. And that's what I am doing. The working title "Five Generations to Freedom."

It's historical fiction because, unfortunately, I can not find enough records to substantiate all facets of the story. I've combed the genealogy, traveled to my father and grandmothers' birthplace, walked the graveyards, searched the churches and ... well, the facts just aren't there. I have written three books based on other families and their genealogy but my ancestors emerged from a journey that left few records – slavery.

My great grandmother, on my father's side, was a "freed slave." My grandmother, Amelia, was born to a white, French plantation owner in Grenada and a black slave named Mary, who worked on the Count de Poulain's plantation. Amelia was raised in her father's home and in adulthood, in an attempt to escape her black heritage, she "disowned" her mother Mary. Once, when Mary visited her daughter, Amelia told her, "Get out and never come back." And Amelia, as a mother herself (twelve children), told all of them, "Marry white." And many did, including my father. My mother was white Anglo-Saxon protestant born in England. They met in Canada where dad became a doctor.

It has taken five generations for the descendants of Mary (we do not know her last name) to free themselves from the bondage and stigma of their black heritage. But today, my children embrace it and are damn proud of it. Unfortunately, the 150 years in between has been a wasteland of bigotry, racism and bullying, Filled with anger, rejection, shame, fear, violence, murder and ... love, romance, kindness, perseverance and pride.