We just continue generation after generation.
As an elder, I have been allowed to play many different roles in my own and other people's civilizations, and for me it's all the same role: how can we destroy you? Well, they've tried in many different ways, and I'm not exactly saintly. Like others, I try to be a nice and sweet person. Be sweet, mothers always tell their little kids. But that doesn't matter. It doesn't matter how sweet we are, we're never sweet enough. They destroy the sweet like they destroy the sour. We cannot be sweet or sour enough.
I've played most of the roles in the Western world, and the Western world is a warrior world. It's a warrior world. Sometimes Eastern people recognize me and treat me honorably enough, but I'm not exactly their history. Or maybe they think I'm Eastern.
Why should somebody named Juarez write about a little white girl from a little town in Texas. A little white girl named the all American name Smith.
I can write about all of these "children"--white children, black children, brown children, yellow children. All of these rainbow children.
As an elder, these are all somebody's children.
I was a child watching all these "children" being destroyed, but since I was a child myself and Malcolm X my mother and father's generation, I didn't realize that I was watching somebody's child being destroyed right in front of me, and other people's children trying to protect that child, and some people children trying to destroy that child, and none of the elders of that generation intervening and saying this is somebody's child.
I have watched the most beloved of my generation and previous generations being destroyed and self-destructing in front me. And destroyers everywhere and self-destroyers everywhere.
I've watched the many players, destroying one group and then fawning on another to save themselves. Like when the players destroy one group of African peoples and then fawn on another group--let's say the children. This has been going on for generations.
We all do this--perhaps in our own manner.
Who shall be the next little Anna Nicole Smith? Dreaming her Texas dreams? Dreaming her American dreams? Dreaming her international dreams?
This, as you know, is not just about little Anna Nicole Smith. And I don't want to use her name to make news.
This article is about all of us. And we certainly don't like using our names to make news or our children's names to make news or our beloved names to make news.
Maybe some of us befriend little Anna like we befriended little Marilyn like we befriended little Elvis like we befriended all of these children.
Or perhaps some of us played dumb. We like to play dumb. Autistics also like to play dumb. Until somebody tells us we're autistics. Does that mean we can still play dumb?
None of the elders of my generation are intervening either and saying wait a minute these are our children being destroyed every day in front of us, and we are helping and we are destroying ourselves also, and our children are destroying us, and we are destroying them, and we're all continuing our pitiful civilizations.
But some of us are trying to find a way to be constructive and creative people. But even the constructive and creative people can be a destructive people and a non-creative when called upon to be destructive and non-creative. And many of us use the destroyed to make ourselves look good.
Don't let Oprah use these pitiful African mothers and fathers selling their little fishing children to make herself look good. She can look good on her own.
Many of these sad pitiful Africans are greater than Oprah Winfrey with all her billions. These sad pitiful heroic Africans, even selling their children.
Africans in America have sold many of their children, like Latinos all over the world are selling their children. And I'm not going to mention anybody else. We're selling and reselling each other every day.
The whores on cops look like ordinary women because they are ordinary women.
The men pleading not to be taken to jail are no different from the men taking them to jail.
"It's understanding that works," says a man on TV. "I wanna know where you were going with those documents and I wanna know right now." (Book TV) I assume classified documents.
We're all a true bunch. We're all a real bunch. But you know this story.
The children of this generation are watching their Marilyn. Their Marilyns, their Elvises, their ..... Somebody said in AARP, some article--or maybe some other magazine for elders, talking about the Elvis of different generations. So the Elvis of this new generation is supposed to be Beyonce? I assume Beyonce, a young black female, is not going to try to play Elvis. I assume she is going to play herself. Although they tell me she has a stage personality.
When Madonna first made an appearance, this little dark-haired Italian girl making herself a blonde so she could appeal to the American need for a little white blonde girl to play Marilyn and to the American ideal of beauty. Even Latinas and African American women like their blonde hair. Some tried to get Madonna to play Marilyn for them. Or maybe Madonna was trying to play Marilyn. Instead she plays Evita, another child of the Latin world. With Peron, another child of the Latin world. Or maybe Madonna just plays herself, when she's not trying to play Madonna.
Anna Nicole Smith....
This little girl from Texas, in America. Somebody's child.
