Thursday, June 11, 2020

TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE

So no one is above the law, except if it’s Hillary Clinton, who has now TWICE refused to accept service from Rep. Tulsi Gabbard’s lawyers, as part of a $50 million defamation suit relating to Clinton’s accusations that Gabbard is a “Russian asset”.
   

WHAT DOES TREASON MEAN? THE TRUE RUSSIAN ASSET THE CLINTONS RECEIVED LARGE AMOUNTS OF MONEY FROM RUSSIA- LET'S DISCUSS THAT. HILLARY CLINTON WATCHED IN REAL TIME LETS NOT FORGET- THAT HILLARY = RICE - OBAMA- WATCHED OUR MEN DIE- IN REAL TIME THIS WOMAN NEEDS TO BE HELD ACCOUNTABLE. THIS TIME IN OUR HISTORY WHERE PEOPLE ARE LOOKING FOR JUSTICE- IS THE TIME WHERE, TRUE CHARACTER WOULD STEP UP AN TAKE SOME , IF NOT ALL, RESPONSIBILITY. INTERESTING HOW THE MEDIA IS GAS LIGHTING THE MASSES- IN ORDER TO VEIL CLINTON- SHE MUST KNOW PEOPLE IN HIGH PLACES. SHE IS USED TO PAYING PEOPLE TO GET WHAT THEY WANT, AS WELL AS GETTING PAID TO GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT. IT'S TIME TO EXPOSE THE TRUTH. IT'S NOT THE POLICE THAT NEED TAKING DOWN AS MUCH AS IT IS THE GOVERNMENT THAT IS USING THIS RACE WAR AN PANDEMICS TO SMOKE SCREEN THEIR ACTIONS. OPEN YOUR EYES PEOPLE- OPEN YOUR EYES. TRY TO GOOGLE INFORMATION OR MAKE POSTS ABOUT OPINIONS. THEY ARE BLOCKED. FOOD FOR THOUGHT......       
  Americans are no nearer to getting a truthful reckoning of what took place in Benghazi, what America was doing there and what was done to secure the persons before the attack and during the over 7 hours of fighting that led to the four deaths. There were approximately 30 survivors of the Benghazi attacks and most of these people have never been interviewed or reported on by our lamestream media. The almost total silence to date about any of these survivors leads one to conclude that they have been silenced by our government so the American people cannot know what they have to say took place. Then there is the matter of the central actors in the American government, from President Obama, Secretary of State Hillary Clinton, Secretary of Defense Leon Panetta, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff, General Mike Mullen and the literally hundreds of state department, CIA, Army and Navy personnel that were on duty, deployed or available for deployment on that day. We know too little about what, if anything, almost all of these high officials did on that day. There have been few reports and almost nothing, save the State Department’s review of the events, a whitewash of epic proportions, as are most such covers up.



Why are people shut out from the facts... all news an media is owned an being manipulated. it is truly outrageous. Who can we trust, how is the government working for us? We hired them an yet they get better health care- it is one big illusion How to change something so massive, when we are swallowing their bait - hook line an sinker. The bait of anger , hate and greed. Divided we fall an that is exactly where they want us to remain shackled. It is beyond race, creed, sex, WE ARE ALL MADE FROM THE SAME LIGHT- don't let their LIES KEEP YOU THINKING OTHERWISE> LIVING IN THE MOMENT FREE FROM THE PAST- YOU WILL FIND PEACE- TREAT OTHERS THE WAY YOU WANT TO BE TREATED. MOMENT BY MOMENT- MAKE THE CHANGE- HAPPEN- FUNNY IF WE AS THE PEOPLE DID JUST THAT- AND DID NOT PLAY THEIR GAME- AS ONE MASS DID NOT PAY TAX- DID NOT VOTE THEIR GAME- DID NOT PARTICIPATE - ALL AS ONE MASS SHUT THE TV OFF- UNITED WE STAND. DON'T THROW THE BABY OUT WITH THE BATH WATER.????





Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Saturday, May 30, 2020

HAPPY 50TH WESTBETH

I believe it was 1973, my father began work with Ellen Stewart over at LaMama. Ellen was the connection that got us in to Westbeth. My mom still lives in the same apartment that we grew up in and remains doing service there. Funny the original formula for that building was you had to be an artist- understanding that a four year rotation was required, to allow a continual flow of enabling to occur for other artists. However, I do not think Westbeth ever upheld that original by law, my mom is still there along with most of the families that I grew up with. My father left almost 2 years after we moved in, and even though my mom was not a direct artist, she was involved in art works with her tap dancing in Nam June Paik pieces. My mom is an avid seamstress an sewing artist. She made all of our custom specifically for one of the plays my brother was in at PS 41 called The Evolution of Resolution for the Pollution Solution - the customs that my mom sewed for that production was amazing and professional! There were hats and colorful fabrics to bring forth the real feeling of the characters -a Gertrude the grape and a Strawberry, Sammy String Bean, and Tulula tomato.... among others! We were always playing dress up! Our neighbors next door and my brother and I always put on rock shows lip syncing our favorite musicians, recreating the marx brothers or a movie we saw in the theater. My mom even choreographed my fifth grade graduation performance. Always involved with school , community and service of many kinds. Perhaps it was the RN, in her, as a registered nurse - my mom remains to be tapped in at Westbeth. She was sewing homemade masks for co-vid most recently. Westbeth is an unusual place, if you have ever been there - you understand. The long hallways with the white Ball lights ~ exasperating the repetition of a lengthy vibe of a mental institution. Colorful walls on certain floors and black arrows on the doors of apartments on 3 6 and 9 being those were the duplex floors. The energy was peculiar. Perhaps it was the left over vibes from all the Bell Lab activity. Among the suicides. When we moved in , I was about three or four. Growing up there- it felt like a huge world in and of itself. We could explore for endless hours, an to actually be able to go thru unlocked doors and crawl thru spaces to get to cubby holes within old chimmneys. Old basement corridors that lead in an out of itself, to staircases that brought you to whole other worlds yet still connected. Certain sections had different vibes. There were narrow stairwells and grand stairwells, ramps and a inside basketball play court next to the laundry room. The basement was a labyrinth but really it was the entire building in itself. It was a raw space of new an old. There were things still left to explore, as I remember- upon one journey thru- we made it upstairs in the A section- a staircase beyond a stairwell- there was a whole area virtually left untouched. There were over turned desks with papers strewn all over, chairs, drawers opened- secretarial utensils still in their place - filing cabinets some empty some just left full - like they hadn't made it over to cleaning up that section yet. But as a youngster, to see the world today. Everything is locked, watched over, nothing left to explore. The memory of heightened senses , being in abandoned places felt like a kingdom for a young mind.... all the possibilities - like floating thru time- exploring a time capsule this was Our private inside playground. This was my age of reason. There was the courtyard with Quadrahedron jungle gyms on padded matts - a community co op play group with milk crate chairs, apple juice an graham crackers. Carrying mothers and a community of self absorbed artists that gave way to a freedom not many kids have today. The world, our world was different then. The sense of freedom to explore was what Westbeth was about. and even an enormous fountain with lights at night the rest within a circle of cement circles. We all loved to hop across them as fast as we could , risking a slip to a concrete slab to the head, knee or what have you. You could smell the water in the air as you entered the courtyard from bank st. They had a theater there and the Halloween Parade always kicked off in our courtyard. The Witch would travel on a rope across one building roof to the adjacent building . Setting off the parade of Bread and puppets giant stilted creatures an costumes, drums an music. The celebrations in the early days were innocent an free and as time passed, it seemed more of a nuisance then a pleasure. or had I just gotten older? The streets no longer could contain the masses and eventually the parade was moved. But we always got the best candy collection when we were little. Halloween was somehow very fitting for our building. It was creepy. Something about my childhood always had me feeling like I was special, chosen, unique/ whether it was growing up in Westbeth or NYC Somewhat like Adams Family- having a dad that was an actor, or stepdad that seemed ordinary but came from a self made elevator business, that provided us with lots of life journeys, constantly traveling- either to visit my father- whom moved away from the cruelty of an unfulfilling broadway/ off broadway NYC life- off to Cambridge Mass. just as I entered seventh grade at I.S.70. These journey's Provided perspective and time to ease the bedeviled mind of a one bathroom , tiny loft filled with a rising teenage angst of never feeling like I ever quite fit in anywhere. It's hard to believe Westbeth turns 50 this year! About a year ago there was a call for artists to contribute a new logo idea for the 50th Anniversary, but nothing came of it I had alot of fun messing around!! Word has it- There is a new logo on the table for discussion at Westbeth and no one knows what it looks like but in my opinion there is one logo for Westbeth that is & always will be the ONLY LOGO for WESTBETH. I have a hard time with change! I just hope people of Westbeth step on speak out!

Saturday, May 16, 2020

Monday, April 27, 2020