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Switching Gears

I initially started this blog as a biweekly homework assignment, creating film reviews and a variety of essays and photoessays every week. Towards the end of the class, I admitted to my professor that I don’t have the energy to produce that much for a long period of time. What she told me was to use Misc. Adventures Blog as a place of experimentation. One only has to look at her website to understand what this great teaching meant.

Though I retired from my SJW ways (for now), I’ve decided to try my hand at comedy. Below are three sketches that popped in my mind today. Hopefully more come, but here is what I got.

Click below to open my comedy dumpster:

Burn It With Passion

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The Mock Interview

 

 

 

An Unfinished Blog About Solidarity & Moving Forward

Towards the end of November, I planned to publish this blog about all the protests I went to during the month. Unfortunately, depression hit pretty bad and decided to stick around, so it was never finished. I began to question the effectiveness of activism– protesting, these blogs, tweeting about political atrocities….it all started to seem like a waste of time as the state of our government only appeared to be getting worse despite my efforts. I think my last poem (A Soldier’s Lament) sums it up pretty well.

BUT…I want to feel hope and joy, or at least spread it if I can’t feel it myself. That’s why I’m sharing what I have written and concluding with what’s next.


Solidarity

(ˌsɑləˈdærəti ; sälˌədarˈətē) noun:

a combination or agreement of all elements or individuals, as of a group; complete unity, as of opinion, purpose, interest, or feeling

I was recently looking through old pictures, seeking some kind of social justice assurance….or at least, nostalgic good feels. I found what I was looking for it in an album titled, “Women’s March-Washington D.C.” It was my first real protest, my first assignment in Photojournalism, and my first understanding of the word “solidarity.”

On the day after Trump’s inauguration, about 450,000 people hit the streets of D.C. in protest and an estimated 5 million worldwide.  Although labeled the “Women’s March” and meant to address the women’s rights violated by appointing a misogynistic administration, people from all over came to voice their concerns on racial inequality, immigration, LBGTQIA rights, environmental rights, and many other issues threatened by a Trump White House.

What I learned that day is that many on the left might have different priorities, but all believe Trump is one of the worst things to happen to the U.S. in this generation. The unity I saw that day will stay with me forever. We were powerful in numbers. So powerful, I thought, we could change things.

I remember my voice becoming one with thousands of people, traveling like a wave through a sea of pink that seemed to go on for miles. I remember passing Trump International Hotel, where world leaders were already encouraged to stay, where protesters shouted “Conflict of Interest!” and where I found my now most treasured possession: an End Voter Suppression sign. Shortly after, I found a “Slave$” sticker on the side of the hotel, which I slapped on the back of my new sign.

I felt so empowered that day.

“This is ‘We, the People’ I’ve heard so much about,” I thought to myself.

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I thought that energy would continue throughout Trump’s term but when I returned to Detroit I didn’t feel the same resistance…but I persisted.

I continued to go to protests but continually saw low numbers until the Kid Rock protest in September. I have to tell you, as an activist, it can be discouraging to see only a hand full of people at events but the people who do show up are always so full of hope for a better future that it’s worth it.


NOVEMBER RECAP:

Nov. 4th:

Leading to November 4th, Refuse Fascism put out this ad in the New York Times:

It sparked mania throughout the Alt-Right movement, notably in online personalities like Alex Jones who claimed an Antifa uprising (I could only watch about a minute of this bologna, but if you can watch more…power to ya):

While the Detroit chapter of Refuse Fascism traveled to Ohio that day, Metro-Detroit Political Action Network (MDPAN) hit the streets of Detroit. There were about five of us in total to begin with– we waved our signs and Meeko Williams took to the loud speaker.

At the corner of Grand Circus Park, we chanted the usual, “No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA” and other slogans when a high school marching band passed by. We tried to encourage the youth with words of love and inclusion. As the tail-end went through I turned to Meeko.

“Tell them to come over and play the Star-Spangled Banner,” I joked. He did and we laughed. I wondered if the young teens understood the complexity of the song they were forced to play every football game. I know I didn’t until I saw Colin Kaepernick take a knee and researched the history of the song (which actually references slaves as separate from a brave American– indicating that this anthem does not represent all).

That weekend also happened to be Youmacon– Detroit’s anime convention. So, obviously, we decided to crash it.  After marching down Woodward and dealing with some hecklers (Meeko: If you love Trump so much, go get locked up with him!), we approached masked heroes, challenging them to become real heroes of American democracy.

We encountered a costumed crowd whose minds were set on a good weekend, but we came to wake the sleeping masses with a message that their leader is the villain of their fantasies made manifest. Inside, we spoke to them, colliding their escapism with the sad reality of our nation. Although many scrambled away to watch panels and browse the dealer room, a few stayed to listen.

One black man labeled himself a ‘centrist’ but shared our belief of corruption in the White House. After a moment, he paused and realized that this virtue of calling out evil was instilled in him from his father, now hospitalized. He wept. We embraced him and spoke softly with words of encouragement. When he left, we (the remaining three) took up our signs and held them high.

“No Trump, No KKK, No Fascist USA!” we shouted. The Cobo security, who had been apprehensively watching from a distance, quickly confronted us.

“You can’t say that here. Saying ‘KKK’ is offensive,” the black woman told us before pulling out her radio and calling for backup. I was confused why a black woman would be offended by people denouncing the Ku Klux Klan, but I knew she probably needed this job. I nodded and started to leave, as she said over her radio, “Yes, there’s two girls in all black.”

We weren’t Antifa, we weren’t there to start trouble. We left.


Nov. 8th

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(Image by MDPAN)

I see clothing as a symbol, so going into the Bannon protest, I wracked my mind trying to figure out what to wear. American flag tie? Nah. It didn’t seem like enough.

It was the week after Halloween when I saw it– a banana costume in the clearance section at Meijer.  At first I didn’t consider it more than just a Twitter joke:

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But the more I thought about it, the more I NEEDED to do it. So this happened:

I was happy with the result because…

  1. The profile looked like the profile of a Klan’s hood
  2. The bottom looked like a penis

I wanted to criticize the racism and misogyny energized by Bannon’s Alt-Right movement and further empowered by Trump’s win. Plus, I’m a sucker for wordplay & puns. It was a success.

When I arrived to the protest, I was shaking. My thoughts were on the murdered SJW (Social Justice Warrior) in Charlottesville. As I approached, the first thing I saw was the Trump Unity Bridge, which was playing “We Are Family.”

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(My anxiety was so high that night this was the only picture I took.)

As I was walking across the street, a small group of cameramen headed by a reporter ran to me and started (honey) badgering me with questions. Unprepared and unsure who they were, I began spouting out why I was there. Looking back, some of the things I said might have come off as conspiracy theory– or at least could have been easily spun to make me seem like a nut in a banana costume.

Along the lines of what I said:

Bannon has been quoted to be influenced by Leni Riefenstahl, the Nazi propagandist who created the glorifying Hitler documentary, Triumph of the Will. My fear is that his misguided Breitbart followers researched this inspiration of Bannon’s, which indirectly led to a surge in Neo-Nazi enthusiasm.

I admit, I have a big imagination, but when you look at footage of Charlottesville, the White Lives Matter protest, and multiple other Alt-Right rallies, you have to question the source of Nazi sympathies. I blame Bannon, Spencer, and their ilk for giving the ‘silent majority’ their voice.

Anyway, when they started to grill me, I saw their malicious intent to smear me and my beliefs, so I walked away and joined the group of protesters. After already unknowingly speaking to people who wished me harm (of my character), my guard was up and I was afraid to trust anyone.

In my head, I envisioned one of the surrounding “allies” pulling out a gun or bat and attacking me– but I took to the side of the road and raised my sign with one hand and a peace sign with the other.

After hours of shouting, it was time to go. The parking lot seemed miles away and the walk alone past a group of Alt-Righters was daunting. Ultimately, it was the Grand Rapids chapter of Antifa that walked me to my car. Walking past police on horseback, they laughed at us as we trod through piles of horse shit they left on the sidewalk.

“You don’t have to be so rude!” I yelled at the one laughing the hardest. He stopped laughing.

The Alt-Righters were jeering at us and a few crossed the street for confrontation. A handful of Antifa stayed behind, ready to fight, while a few others continued walking me to the parking lot. When we finally reached the lot, I looked at the leader with relief.

“Thank you so much.”

“Not a problem…Solidarity,” he replied with a smile and for the first time that night, I felt safe.


 

That’s as far as I got with this blog. I went to two additional events. Check out the photos below.

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Nov. 18: Break the Silence, Bring the Noise (aka crashing the Fr. Solanus Casey Beatification Ceremony)

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Moving Forward into 2018

After losing the catharsis that comes from protesting, I’ve spent the past month searching for new forms of coping with an oppressive totalitarian government. I found it through creative writing and comedy. While I am powerless to change society, I have the power to comment on it, to make people think, and to sculpt it in my own mind. Through satire, I can hold an absurd mirror to the absurd world and force you to confront it in a different way. I’ve been doing this using an Alt-Right parody Twitter account called “Famous Chins.” It’s stupid and relatively unknown, but it makes me feel good to laugh at the very thing that shook my body with fear in November.

Since I’m leaving Twitter because of its support of white supremacy and hate groups (ex. verifying known Neo-Nazi’s and allowing tools like Mike Cernovich to get away with promoting violence & smear campaigns), I’m moving @FamousChins to Facebook and Instagram (@realFamousChins).

Along with my parody account, I’ll be focusing more on writing short stories and poetry that deal with the social issues that matter most to me. They’ll be available on my Patreon: https://www.patreon.com/MissKonduct. If you’ve liked any of the content on this blog, I ask that you like, share, and support my future endeavors moving forward in any way you can…because as someone who struggles daily, I’m beginning to realize I need all the support I can get.

With the year coming to a close, I can’t say that I feel much better about the state of our State than I did at the start of the year. I hope my political fervor will return and I’ll be back on the streets waving my beloved ‘End Voter Suppression’ sign instead of dismally staring at it hanging on my wall. If we continue to have victories like Doug Jones in Alabama, hey, maybe it will return…but with such major losses as the GOP Tax Scam and Net Neutrality, the equality I dream feels just as far as the parking lot did during the Bannon protest.

I can’t say I have many expectations for 2018; my hope rests in Solidarity.

Thanks for reading!

~Michelle

 

Take a Knee, Detroit

Last week I went to a protest, which is usually cathartic in terms of relieving some of my political frustrations…but this time left me a little disappointed. It took a while to figure out why, but here is my reflection.

What it was about:

#TakeAKnee: It began in 2016 when former San Francisco 49ers quarterback Colin Kaepernick sat during the National Anthem before an NFL preseason game.

When asked at that time why he did it, he responded:

“I am not going to stand up to show pride in a flag for a country that oppresses black people and people of color,” Kaepernick said, via NFL.com. “To me, this is bigger than football and it would be selfish on my part to look the other way. There are bodies in the street and people getting paid leave and getting away with murder.”

Later that year, Kaepernick started kneeling, and other players joined the silent protest. Some took a knee, some sat, some raised a fist. What made September 2017’s kneeling any different is that Donald Trump, the new President of the United States, noticed and saw it was a protest against him and the America that he stood for.

So far this year 168 African Americans have been shot and killed by police. It is because of police violence like this that Kaepernick and many others have kneeled during the National Anthem.

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The way I see it is…athletes typically take a knee when players on the field are injured, in respect. Right now, America is injured and will continue to be until black and brown men are safe.

I went to the protest at Ford Field because I believe people of color shouldn’t be ostracized because they practice their freedom of speech in the public sphere. While white supremacists and klansmen take to the streets with tiki torches, white men of power are telling black men that they can not kneel during the National Anthem.

The event:

On Sunday, white supremacist Brian Pannebecker led a protest against the Detroit Lions because eight players knelt in response to Trump’s call for firing black/brown protesters. The Metro-Detroit Political Action Network (MDPAN) saw the opportunity to kneel in solidarity with the Lions and to confront the hate of those who wish to take away the rights of African American citizens.

I want to remind everyone that the day before this white nationalists once again took to the streets of Charlottesville with shouts of “we will be back and “you will not replace us.” In the midst of this racist dominance and intimidation I was expecting more people to come out and stand for what so many have been posting about on Facebook. Instead, only a handful of people appeared.

Despite the small number, we waved our signs and shouted “Black Lives Matter” on the busy corner. What puzzled me was the “Standers” aka anthem supporters were granted space in front of the actual stadium for a good chunk of time while we were confined to the inner corner of a parking lot, where passersbys could barely see us kneeling behind the fence. It felt demeaning and a little symbolic.

There were only three incidences between us and those walking by.

  1. This guy repeatedly yelling “All Lives Matter”

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2. Someone disrespecting the veteran in our group (Michael B.), saying that he shouldn’t be wearing his uniform.

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3. And this guy trying to discourage us by planting seeds of doubt in our heads:

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Though we were in a weird spot, many had to pass us on their way into the stadium. So, although we never got to confront the white supremacists, we were able to be gadflys to the public…many of whom were black/brown people passing by. People paused, nodded, lifted their fists, joined in chants. My hope is that those who HEARD us and listened, felt the message in their hearts and will join the fight for racial equality. Because although there were only about a dozen people on each side of the stadium holding signs, there were thousands going to the game, completely unaware of any problem.

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Thousands completely oblivious to the suffering of oppression that is happening in our nation.

I’m saddened and angry that so many claim to be social justice advocates on social media but will not be active outside of the internet. At times, I feel like these people will only talk about politics when it’s the popular topic of the day and will only get fired up when it will get them likes and shares.

We cannot be afraid to confront the enemy face-to-face. We have to move away from distractions and move towards real progress…but that requires work and action.

I don’t mean spread hate, division, and destruction– that’s what they do. I mean spread love, peace, and understanding. We need more teach-ins and poetry readings. But most of all, we need participation. We need you and we need each other.

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Sundays are usually free street parking days in Detroit. By police order, I think they were trying to tell us not to come and start trouble. Or maybe this is normal for Lions’ games? I don’t know.

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Detroit musician, Shadow Klan, stands across the street from anthem supporters selling his albums.

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MDPAN gathers for a pre-game BBQ.

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Michael and Jazmine

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The group kneels in a moment of silence.

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A white guy approached this scalpter. “You like Trump?” he asked. The scalpter turns around *FUCK* is written on the front. “Hell no!”

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The security guard protecting us asked the group if we would be willing to take a bullet for this. “I would. For me and my son,” she said.

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Love is Love: Detroit Solidarity Movement

DID YOU KNOW?

In Michigan, you can get fired for being gay or transgender without legal rights to protect you?

Last Saturday, Metro-Detroit Political Action Network (MDPAN) organized an event to protest just that. What could have been a celebration, turned into a demonstration after the Michigan Civil Rights Commission turned down legislation that would extend anti-discrimination laws concerning sex-based offenses to sexual orientation and gender identity. Along with the legislation, the commission also received about 300 comments from the public– LGBTQIA residents and allies of Michigan reporting cases of discrimination.

At the Love Is Love: Detroit Solidarity Movement a crowd gathered in Pope Park Hamtramck, Detroit to hear speakers from local queer advocacy groups.

Scroll down the gallery for view the photos I took.

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Reiki Master Healing Artist Trãvon Jänäy (Truth) guides the crowd through a Reiki meditation while Emcee Robert J Fidler, Media Director of MDPRAN holds the megaphone for her.

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Chair of Intersex, MDPAN Avery Addison Grey shares a poem.

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Samantha Rogers of TG Detroit gives a heartfelt and fiery speech on love and trans rights.

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Hey, gang! Sorry to cut you short on the words again. I wish I had more for you. Maybe next time.

MDPAN’s next scheduled event is Take a Knee Against White Supremacy: Support Our Detroit Lions on Sunday, October 8th at Ford Field. 1PM-5PM. Be there if you believe Black Lives Matter.

Existential Crisis In Campus Martius

Today I went to an organized gathering called “Have an Existential Crisis in Campus Martius.” Though it seemed like a silly Facebook event, I wanted to have a communal crisis, dammit! so I went. Out of the x amount of people “interested” only a handful showed up, and nobody had a plan…which seemed kind of fitting.

We ended up gathering in a small circle and questioned existence, identity, and justice, as well as what drove us to come.

“Detroit,” I said when it was my turn, but never reiterated what I meant. I felt like the event was symbolic of the crisis Detroit is facing right now. I ended up writing a poem about it. Check it out.

 

Existential Crisis in Campus Martius

The Quicken Loans tower towers over Campus Martius,

Its shadow moves across the park like

A sundial.

Right now it says it’s time for Detroit

To have an existential crisis.

Usually filled with white men

In red ties or Tigers shirts,

Today it is filled with screaming.

These streets have seen a day,

Not long ago, when the sole

Of these men wouldn’t walk here—

Now it stomps the sidewalk without a soul

Saying, “This is mine.”

Casual visitors sip their beer

And listen to the free concert

But do they hear the plight of the people?

The Spin Doctors spin, but don’t heal.

Quicken Loans loans quickly as they steal.

Dismal staring,

Blank eyes with a twinkle that says,

“Why?”

But there is no response.

The German festival continues

With jubilation.

 

~MLS, 2017