America also has an art gallery of note...(Update)
We have an interesting portrait art gallery. France has the Louvre, Germany has the Guggerheim and there is the Uffizi Art Gallery in Florence, Italy. World treasures all of them. Elegant and under constant efforts of refinement.
America’s portrait gallery, as any other gallery of a country, informs the voyager of many things about its people and its past and present culture and perhaps, in some cases, displaying art pieces predicting the future. With its integration of polished floors, just the right wall color and lighting with the addition of picture-perfect picture frames, I note art galleries do what art galleries are supposed to do; strive for aesthetic perfection.
From flawless coordination of drapes behind an art piece to color coordinated roped off areas allowing for the appropriate viewing distance of the art work, we savor with greedy eyes, taking a cursory view at whatever information is available to read before shamelessly devouring the eye candy. (Smile) You have your eye napkin - tissue if you will- readily available. If not, you know where it is if you need it.
America’s portrait galleries could not be sub-titled horror chambers due to the fact beauty is in the eye of the beholder but what is one to think when one goes into a gallery dominated by the portrait of American hero Dr. Martin Luther King? And from that portrait hall into the gallery of Malcolm X and into the even larger Hewey Newton gallery with its newest acquisitions, Minister Lewis Farrakhan, Rev. Al Sharpton and Bertha Lewis of ACORN?
You next find yourself ushered by a immaculately polite and hansom Black guard into a gallery with portraits of The Dixie Chicks, The Smothers Brothers, William Ayers and Cindy Sheehan. All fine portraits. Their faces are familiar to you. You mentally “Ooo and Ah!” with a polite smile as you read the accompanying material below or beside the meticulously produced portraits.
But it is the fascination of the last gallery getting your arrested attention after emerging from a small alcove featuring portraits of Roger Ailes, Rupert Murdock ect., due to the fact there are not rows of portraits lining the wall. No roped off areas. No reading materials. Empty frames of all shapes and sizes only accompanied by a name. There are names like “Anti-Abortion Movement”, “Tea Baggers” and “Health Care Reform”. You ponder the mystery as to why there are no faces accompanying the pictures. You wonder why there are no faces, no personalities, no biographies. The tour members feel safe in this gallery.
In one corner of the room there is a concession stand to buy things, to mill around and chat. You think how different the experience is than world famed “Pictures At An Exhibition”. When Molly reaches into her purse to pay for a glass of wine, a tea bag falls to the floor. She hopes it is not noticed.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-SPAN and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB
P.S. I am mindful of a story the late Dr. John Hope Franklin told: As a Boy Scout, while accompany a blind white woman across the street, while in the middle of the street when he answered her question as to whether he was colored or white, she told him to take his dirty hands off her before she call the police.
(Update)
(Author) Is there no one individual name associated with TeaBaggers i.e., MLK with Civil Rights and Stokely Carmichael with SNCC?
America’s portrait gallery, as any other gallery of a country, informs the voyager of many things about its people and its past and present culture and perhaps, in some cases, displaying art pieces predicting the future. With its integration of polished floors, just the right wall color and lighting with the addition of picture-perfect picture frames, I note art galleries do what art galleries are supposed to do; strive for aesthetic perfection.
From flawless coordination of drapes behind an art piece to color coordinated roped off areas allowing for the appropriate viewing distance of the art work, we savor with greedy eyes, taking a cursory view at whatever information is available to read before shamelessly devouring the eye candy. (Smile) You have your eye napkin - tissue if you will- readily available. If not, you know where it is if you need it.
America’s portrait galleries could not be sub-titled horror chambers due to the fact beauty is in the eye of the beholder but what is one to think when one goes into a gallery dominated by the portrait of American hero Dr. Martin Luther King? And from that portrait hall into the gallery of Malcolm X and into the even larger Hewey Newton gallery with its newest acquisitions, Minister Lewis Farrakhan, Rev. Al Sharpton and Bertha Lewis of ACORN?
You next find yourself ushered by a immaculately polite and hansom Black guard into a gallery with portraits of The Dixie Chicks, The Smothers Brothers, William Ayers and Cindy Sheehan. All fine portraits. Their faces are familiar to you. You mentally “Ooo and Ah!” with a polite smile as you read the accompanying material below or beside the meticulously produced portraits.
But it is the fascination of the last gallery getting your arrested attention after emerging from a small alcove featuring portraits of Roger Ailes, Rupert Murdock ect., due to the fact there are not rows of portraits lining the wall. No roped off areas. No reading materials. Empty frames of all shapes and sizes only accompanied by a name. There are names like “Anti-Abortion Movement”, “Tea Baggers” and “Health Care Reform”. You ponder the mystery as to why there are no faces accompanying the pictures. You wonder why there are no faces, no personalities, no biographies. The tour members feel safe in this gallery.
In one corner of the room there is a concession stand to buy things, to mill around and chat. You think how different the experience is than world famed “Pictures At An Exhibition”. When Molly reaches into her purse to pay for a glass of wine, a tea bag falls to the floor. She hopes it is not noticed.
Fighting for the dignity of my Ancestors,
God bless Bill Gates, WPFW, C-SPAN and the spirits of the unborn for the help,
BB
P.S. I am mindful of a story the late Dr. John Hope Franklin told: As a Boy Scout, while accompany a blind white woman across the street, while in the middle of the street when he answered her question as to whether he was colored or white, she told him to take his dirty hands off her before she call the police.
(Update)
Teabagger Robo-Call: Is this illegal?
by Reality Bites Back
Excerpt:
This call did NOT identify what organization was making the call, or provide an FPPC (Fair Political Practices Commission) or FEC number.
And
The federal law requires all telephone calls using pre-recorded messages to identify who is initiating the calls and include a telephone number or address whereby the initiator can be reached.
Read more:
http://www.dailykos.com/storyonly/2009/9/25/786405/-Teabagger-Robo-Call:-Is-this-illegal
(Author) Is there no one individual name associated with TeaBaggers i.e., MLK with Civil Rights and Stokely Carmichael with SNCC?
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