Category: survival

Malaysia Air Lines Flight 370

Where is that airplane? There have been so many stories about what may or may not have happened. What are we to believe?

First of all, we must remember a Yogi-ism, “It ain’t over ’til its over.” That’s good advice for pretty much any occasion. We must wait until we get all the facts before we can make decisions.

The problem with Flight 370 is that there are 239 people on that missing flight. Did the Boeing 777 go down at sea due to equipment failure? Did the flight go down as the result of a terrorist action. Did the flight crash, at all? So far, it is thought that the airplane changed course and flew across Malaysia, and out over the Straight of Malacca and the Indonesian island of Sumatra.

Terrorist theorist are speculating that from there, the airplane would have started flying over the Indian Ocean. Indeed, we now have evidence that the Boeing 777 had been transmitting data to satellites for several hours after the transponder signals stopped being received. Because of this factual data, it is now assumed that terrorists were somehow involved, and possibly headed for a dry landing at an undetermined landing strip.

With a week’s worth of information flooding in, we still have no idea what happened to Flight 370. All we can do is to keep following up on leads, and searching the open sea for wreckage, and searching for signs of other destinations.

What Did Phil Robertson Do Wrong?

First of all, he opened his mouth in an interview run by someone who would try to trap him into saying things that would be easy to misinterpret.

Secondly, Mr Robertson talked about happy black people when he was growing up. That’s what called Jesse Jackson into the act. My problem is that I understand the man, having grown up in the same time, and similar cultures. My difference is that I had an advantage in that I grew up in a city. Everybody, including blacks, had shoes in the city, but not in the country.

As a matter of fact, my father bought my shoes and clothes at a Jewish owned department store called, “The Black And White Store”. The marketing strategy was obvious, to sell to the poorer white community, and to the black community. This was something the large department stores in downtown Memphis did not do.

Phil Robertson grew in a rural community, where the swamps were a major feature, and furnished part of the living for poor families in Louisiana, both black and white.

It was part of the old South where economies during he Civil War had been devastated, homes and farms were burned, and legislative barriers to trade between the southern states and the northern states were the norm. The entire US southern states were in abject poverty from the time of the end of the Civil War until the 1960’s and 1970’s.

Of course, these economic deprivations were not only visited on white southerners, but black citizens were acutely affected. Reconstruction greed of the northern states knew few boundaries, punishing all living the south. A crying shame after the Civil War is that the anti-slavery advocates in the northern states paid little to no attention to the condition of black America after their freedom from slavery.

So it was that in Phil Robertson’s childhood in the 1950’s and 1960’s, he was probably just as barefooted as the black kids with whom he saw and communicated every day. How can I say this? Even though I was born in the City of Memphis, I still visited kin in the Mississippi Delta where poverty was still the normal in living for millions in the deep South. I was witness to these conditions.

So, before you get off criticizing Phil Robertson, you might want to take a look at what almost everybody in the Old South had to do, black and white, to get along. White people were way better off, but if you were an elementary kid, or even high school kid, you really didn’t know all the facts and history of that society. Opportunities were stolen from black and white, alike.

It is a rewarding thing today to look up and down my street in the Atlanta Georgia area and count the number of black families with whom we are friends. My best neighbor, ever, is a black family. Our kids grew up together, and they are welcome in our house, or our daughter’s  wedding.

We have discussed some things about our racially motivated society, and I have no fear that our mutual love and people and our Christianity will overcome any problems that might arise. I believe we have come a long way.

This Phil Robertson thing will blow over, soon. Nobody will learn anything from it.

Vote Somebody Off The Island?

I have always been curious why reality show writers and producers stage the action around voting somebody off the island. I think it gives the show a negative flavor, and the writers and producers seem to delight in all the negative ebb and flow generated.

It makes so much more sense to vote for those whom YOU WANT TO STAY ON THE ISLAND TO HELP YOU SURVIVE! It is more realistic, and you would still get people voting AGAINST other people, but I think this method would give these shows a positive flavor, and would make them more realistic.

But then, I am a positive person.

If I were in a do or die situation where others can help me survive, I will be looking for the people who can help me do just that. I would be willing to pay less attention to my dislike of a person who is skilled at, say, hunting or nursing than I would their sour personalities. You can always murder them, later.

So, how do you feel about it? Live or die, how would you approach keeping good folks, or just throwing out those you don’t like? How would it work?