So you think you know the definition of a racist. They are the people who stand in the doorways of schools to prevent minority children from attending. They stop minorities from being served in restaurants. They make people sit in the back of the bus. Sometimes they turn into a lynch mob.
But in this crazy world of identity politics, there is a new definition of a racist. In today's steamy political climate a racist is someone who wears yoga pants and attends yoga classes. Or maybe it is a non-Asian chef who cooks Asian cuisine. And it could be a non-Asian who eats in a Chinese restaurant.
A University of Michigan professor named Shreena Gandhi had this to say about racism: The modern day trend of cultural appropriation of yoga is a continuation of white supremacy and white colonialism. White people who practice yoga are contributing to "white supremacy" and to a system of power and oppression.
Who knew that performing the "downward facing dog" position was so evil?
Matthew Terrell, a journalist who writes in the Huffington Post, recently said, My soul weeps every time I smell the waft of mall court Chinese food...the only way to solve the dilemma of culinary appropriation is to ban all ethnic food that is not 100% authentic, and people can only enjoy food of their own race.
After reading these pronouncements, I am not sure if I want to laugh, cry or choke on an egg roll. After decades of listening to sermons and lectures about the evils of segregation, I was under the impression we were all supposed to come together in the brotherhood of man. Was Rosa Parks, Martin Luther King Jr. and JFK all wrong?
Absolutely not. It is people like Shreena Gandhi and Matthew Terrell who are revealing their intellectual shortcomings by embracing a new segregation. We need to open up our lives to the banquet that is humanity, not build barriers between ourselves like members of some prehistoric tribe. The more we taste, the more we hear, the more we feel, the more we explore vastly different cultures, the richer and fuller our lives become. We sift through and filter out the bad so as to gain better access to all that is good and uplifting.
To be free to sample what the world offers is the definition of freedom. To open our minds to differing viewpoints is to better understand ourselves. Eat what brings you nourishment and pleasure. Listen to the music that brightens your day.
Let no self-proclaimed cultural watchdog narrow your vision, or darken your life, or make you a prisoner of cultural traditions that confine you like a straightjacket.
To reject the dictates of race, culture, religion and ancient traditions is to liberate your mind, heart and soul. Always strive to be you.
Everything else is bullshit.
Friday, August 30, 2019
Friday, July 19, 2019
THE SPACE RACE: GREAT MINDS VERSUS GREAT BUREAUACRACIES
July 20, 2019 marks the 50th anniversary of the first moon landing. First, let us recognize the lunar landing as one of the greatest--if not THE greatest--achievements in the history of humankind. It wasn't accomplished via magic, or voodoo, or by spiritual incantations. It was a colossal achievement of the human intellect at its highest level.
In JFK's speech after he took office in 1961, he pledged to the American people that we would put a man on the moon by the end of the decade. That pledge was fulfilled, as the US Government made the moon landing Priority Number One. No doubt impetus was given to the project by Kennedy's assassination as a testament to his legacy. It also showed the upside to government initiatives. NASA rolled up its sleeves, and with the aide of some of the brightest scientific minds in the country, the moon landing became a reality.
After the moon landing, there was talk of NASA colonizing the moon, and by the end of the 20th century, perhaps accomplishing a manned Mars landing. Exhiliration was in the air. Our national ambition boundless.
Then reality set in. The usual torpor associated with government bureaucracy took over. Rather than taking off into space, we spun our wheels as if stuck in mud. NASA's goals were splintered in numerous directions. Budgets were cut. Political games were played. Those exciting and heroic plans to conquer space gradually fizzled out amidst bureaucratic infighting. The last manned moon landing was on December 7, 1972, nearly a half century ago. Forget colonization. Forgot a Mars landing.
NASA did build a space station and space shuttles. A first step to go where humans had never gone? Not hardly. Today the US no longer has a space station. Instead we share one built by the Russians, our former nemesis. To get there, we have to hitch rides on the spacecraft of our former enemy. If that doesn't indicate the pathetic state of our government space program, I don't know what does.
But do not despair. We may be on the verge of a new era of space exploration, thanks to entrepreneurs like Elon Musk and Richard Branson.
Musk, the developer of the Tesla, started Space X in 2012 for the purpose of shipping cargo to the international space station. Musk is now developing spacecraft to fly Mars missions for the purpose of colonization.
Richard Branson is the owner of Virgin Airways and 400 other enterprises. He is developing spacecraft for the express purpose of flying tourists into space. His spacecraft has already made a successful suborbital flight, and he hopes to begin shuttling tourists into space within a year.
What does this all prove? That big, bloated government bureaucracies run by self-serving politicians are no match for free enterprise and the innovative minds that the marketplace spawns. When the lean and hungry compete against the bloated and arrogant, the lean win hands down.
In this case, the frontiers of space will belong to the bold and inventive minds free from the shackles of government.
In JFK's speech after he took office in 1961, he pledged to the American people that we would put a man on the moon by the end of the decade. That pledge was fulfilled, as the US Government made the moon landing Priority Number One. No doubt impetus was given to the project by Kennedy's assassination as a testament to his legacy. It also showed the upside to government initiatives. NASA rolled up its sleeves, and with the aide of some of the brightest scientific minds in the country, the moon landing became a reality.
After the moon landing, there was talk of NASA colonizing the moon, and by the end of the 20th century, perhaps accomplishing a manned Mars landing. Exhiliration was in the air. Our national ambition boundless.
Then reality set in. The usual torpor associated with government bureaucracy took over. Rather than taking off into space, we spun our wheels as if stuck in mud. NASA's goals were splintered in numerous directions. Budgets were cut. Political games were played. Those exciting and heroic plans to conquer space gradually fizzled out amidst bureaucratic infighting. The last manned moon landing was on December 7, 1972, nearly a half century ago. Forget colonization. Forgot a Mars landing.
NASA did build a space station and space shuttles. A first step to go where humans had never gone? Not hardly. Today the US no longer has a space station. Instead we share one built by the Russians, our former nemesis. To get there, we have to hitch rides on the spacecraft of our former enemy. If that doesn't indicate the pathetic state of our government space program, I don't know what does.
But do not despair. We may be on the verge of a new era of space exploration, thanks to entrepreneurs like Elon Musk and Richard Branson.
Musk, the developer of the Tesla, started Space X in 2012 for the purpose of shipping cargo to the international space station. Musk is now developing spacecraft to fly Mars missions for the purpose of colonization.
Richard Branson is the owner of Virgin Airways and 400 other enterprises. He is developing spacecraft for the express purpose of flying tourists into space. His spacecraft has already made a successful suborbital flight, and he hopes to begin shuttling tourists into space within a year.
What does this all prove? That big, bloated government bureaucracies run by self-serving politicians are no match for free enterprise and the innovative minds that the marketplace spawns. When the lean and hungry compete against the bloated and arrogant, the lean win hands down.
In this case, the frontiers of space will belong to the bold and inventive minds free from the shackles of government.
Monday, May 20, 2019
DUMB IS AS DUMB DOES
If anyone had any doubts about the idiocy of government and most elected officials, Illinois legislators are helping to erase all doubts.
For years we have been bombarded with nonstop warnings concerning ecological doom. According to many politicians, the biggest threat to the environment is the automobile and the use of fossil fuels. They pollute the very air we breath by filling the atmosphere with destructive carbon emissions that cause global warming. Not surprisingly, oil companies are a favorite whipping boy of politicians, as they constantly remind us of Big Oil's greed and criminal disregard for the environment.
One of the favorite weapons in government's arsenal to defeat climate change has been electric cars .It's easy to see why: no pollution; no burning of fossil fuels; no carbon emissions, and no huge profits filling the coffers of Big Oil. In terms of fighting pollution, electric cars would appear to be the perfect solution. That is one reason there are already 15,000 electric vehicles registered in Illinois. The only thing an owner has to do is pay a $17.50 annual fee to the state.
The politicians down in Springfield--in their infinite wisdom--want to change all this. They are considering raising the annual fee on electric cars from $17.50 a year, to one thousand dollars a year. How could anyone with an IQ higher than a tennis ball think this is a good idea? The first and foremost unintended consequence of raising the fee would be to stifle the sales of electric cars in Illinois. The second consequence would be another obvious one. No doubt thousands of current electric car owners would dump their vehicles in favor of gas powered cars and immediately save a thousand dollars a year in fees. We might also see an exodus of electric car owners taking up residence in nearby states to avoid this outrageous fee.
Apparently Illinois politicians are more concerned with raising revenues than protecting the environment, proving that as far as Illinois politicians are concerned, dumb is as dumb does.
For years we have been bombarded with nonstop warnings concerning ecological doom. According to many politicians, the biggest threat to the environment is the automobile and the use of fossil fuels. They pollute the very air we breath by filling the atmosphere with destructive carbon emissions that cause global warming. Not surprisingly, oil companies are a favorite whipping boy of politicians, as they constantly remind us of Big Oil's greed and criminal disregard for the environment.
One of the favorite weapons in government's arsenal to defeat climate change has been electric cars .It's easy to see why: no pollution; no burning of fossil fuels; no carbon emissions, and no huge profits filling the coffers of Big Oil. In terms of fighting pollution, electric cars would appear to be the perfect solution. That is one reason there are already 15,000 electric vehicles registered in Illinois. The only thing an owner has to do is pay a $17.50 annual fee to the state.
The politicians down in Springfield--in their infinite wisdom--want to change all this. They are considering raising the annual fee on electric cars from $17.50 a year, to one thousand dollars a year. How could anyone with an IQ higher than a tennis ball think this is a good idea? The first and foremost unintended consequence of raising the fee would be to stifle the sales of electric cars in Illinois. The second consequence would be another obvious one. No doubt thousands of current electric car owners would dump their vehicles in favor of gas powered cars and immediately save a thousand dollars a year in fees. We might also see an exodus of electric car owners taking up residence in nearby states to avoid this outrageous fee.
Apparently Illinois politicians are more concerned with raising revenues than protecting the environment, proving that as far as Illinois politicians are concerned, dumb is as dumb does.
Tuesday, April 9, 2019
TOBACCO 21: THE MORON'S LAW
The state of Illinois recently passed Tobacco 21, a law making it illegal for anyone under the age of 21 to buy cigarettes, proving that intelligence has nothing to do with passing laws. Here are the some of the things that citizens ages 18, 19, and 20 are permitted to do:
1) They can enter into legally binding contracts.
2) They can marry without parental permission.
3)They can exercise their Constitutional right to vote
4) They can join the military
5) They can have the government shove a rifle into their arms and order them into a war zone to kill or be killed
6) They can be ordered to engage in a suicide military mission where they have their limbs blown off or maybe their lives brutally ended.
But in Illinois they can't walk into a goddamn convenience store and buy a pack of cigarettes. Only shortsighted morons could see the logic in such a law. We have seen the enemy, and the enemy is politics.
1) They can enter into legally binding contracts.
2) They can marry without parental permission.
3)They can exercise their Constitutional right to vote
4) They can join the military
5) They can have the government shove a rifle into their arms and order them into a war zone to kill or be killed
6) They can be ordered to engage in a suicide military mission where they have their limbs blown off or maybe their lives brutally ended.
But in Illinois they can't walk into a goddamn convenience store and buy a pack of cigarettes. Only shortsighted morons could see the logic in such a law. We have seen the enemy, and the enemy is politics.
Thursday, March 21, 2019
EXPLAINING WHITE PRIVILEGE
More and more we hear and read about the concept of "white privilege." The term is bandied about to suggest that all white Americans had the world laid at their feet; that no pain, hard work, or sacrifice was needed to make their way through the world.. If your are white, you go directly to the front of the line, no questions asked, no effort required.
To prove the validity of this belief, I will list the "white privilege" milestones in my own life.
1. In the late nineteenth century both my maternal and paternal grandparents immigrated from Poland, where they came from a background of peasant farmers. What privilege!
2. When my mother was nine, she lost her mother to the worldwide influenza epidemic of 1918. Two years later she became a total orphan when her father--a steelworker--was killed in an industrial accident. Fortunately, she had an older brother who took her into his family. She lived with them until she was married in her twenties. More privilege.
3. My paternal grandfather worked as a janitor until he died of kidney disease in his forties. Still more privilege.
4. My father toiled for 40 years as a steelworker. When he was in his thirties, he nearly lost his leg when a load of steel fell on him. Thereafter, he bore a scar the length of his leg. Definite privilege.
5. We didn't have money for me to attend a big university, so after high school I attended a local junior college that my father paid for. During my second year of college, my father had a severe heart attack that forced him to take a disability retirement. Because his income was drastically cut, he sadly told me he would no longer be able to pay for college. I told him I fully understood. Unmistakable privilege.
6. At the end of my second year of college, I quit to work full time at the US Steel Southworks plant where my father had worked. My plan was to work full time for a year to earn enough money for college tuition. I miscalculated. When I quit school I lost my 2S student draft deferment. Eight months later I was drafted as the Viet Nam War heated up. Sweet privilege.
7. While in the army I got married. Upon discharge, I held a series of low paying jobs before finally settling at the US Postal Service until I retired thirty years later. Since nearly half of the employees are African American, the job can hardly be considered "white privilege."
To suggest that all white people have been given the gift of "white privilege" is erroneous, ridiculous and insulting. It ignore the fact that millions of successful, accomplished whites fought their way out of poverty and achieved wealth and security through sweat, risk-taking and ingenuity. Many failed along the way. Could it be that "white privilege" is the invention of individuals who needed to create an excuse for their own shortcomings? That their shortcoming are due to the unearned success of others?
If it makes you feel better to lie to yourself, then lie. Just remember that a distorted view of the world will inevitably distort your life.
To prove the validity of this belief, I will list the "white privilege" milestones in my own life.
1. In the late nineteenth century both my maternal and paternal grandparents immigrated from Poland, where they came from a background of peasant farmers. What privilege!
2. When my mother was nine, she lost her mother to the worldwide influenza epidemic of 1918. Two years later she became a total orphan when her father--a steelworker--was killed in an industrial accident. Fortunately, she had an older brother who took her into his family. She lived with them until she was married in her twenties. More privilege.
3. My paternal grandfather worked as a janitor until he died of kidney disease in his forties. Still more privilege.
4. My father toiled for 40 years as a steelworker. When he was in his thirties, he nearly lost his leg when a load of steel fell on him. Thereafter, he bore a scar the length of his leg. Definite privilege.
5. We didn't have money for me to attend a big university, so after high school I attended a local junior college that my father paid for. During my second year of college, my father had a severe heart attack that forced him to take a disability retirement. Because his income was drastically cut, he sadly told me he would no longer be able to pay for college. I told him I fully understood. Unmistakable privilege.
6. At the end of my second year of college, I quit to work full time at the US Steel Southworks plant where my father had worked. My plan was to work full time for a year to earn enough money for college tuition. I miscalculated. When I quit school I lost my 2S student draft deferment. Eight months later I was drafted as the Viet Nam War heated up. Sweet privilege.
7. While in the army I got married. Upon discharge, I held a series of low paying jobs before finally settling at the US Postal Service until I retired thirty years later. Since nearly half of the employees are African American, the job can hardly be considered "white privilege."
To suggest that all white people have been given the gift of "white privilege" is erroneous, ridiculous and insulting. It ignore the fact that millions of successful, accomplished whites fought their way out of poverty and achieved wealth and security through sweat, risk-taking and ingenuity. Many failed along the way. Could it be that "white privilege" is the invention of individuals who needed to create an excuse for their own shortcomings? That their shortcoming are due to the unearned success of others?
If it makes you feel better to lie to yourself, then lie. Just remember that a distorted view of the world will inevitably distort your life.
Monday, February 18, 2019
MY DIVERGENT PATH
As one grows older, the tendency is to reflect on one's life and to see what paths brought you to your current destination. Recently I have been pondering why my thought process had veered so far from my family's destination.
I was born and raised on the far southeast side of Chicago, in a community aptly named South Chicago. Virtually everyone in our neighborhood was Polish and Roman Catholic. My family was the quintessential South Chicago family. Between my mother's side and my father's side, I had one older brother, fourteen aunts and uncles and twenty-seven cousins. Each one was 100 percent Polish. We were all devout Catholics who attended mass every Sunday, went to confession, received Holy Communion, and attended parochial school. But somewhere along the way, I took a fork in the road that set me miles apart from the rest of my relatives.
I became an atheist. Despite my devout Catholic upbringing, I began to have doubts about Catholicism and religion in general around the time I graduated from high school. By the time I was twenty-one, my skepticism had transformed into full blown atheism. Why the change? Unlike many non-believers who were once deeply religious, there was no trajedy or trauma in my life that shook my faith. I attribute my change to the way my brain is wired. As far back as I can remember I have always observed the world through a cynical and skeptical lens. In more graphic terms, I have always had a sharply tuned bullshit detector.
While my adult years have been spent as somewhat of an outlier when compared to the rest of my large family, I have always remained on excellent terms with each and everyone of them. The difference has been in lifestyle. God and religion remain a strong focal point in their lives. In contrast, God and religion have as much relevancy to me as Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.
There is a second divergent path I have taken away from my relatives. This one involves ethnicity.
As I previously stated, everyone on both sides of my family is 100 percent Polish. I grew up in a neighborhood that was overwhelmingly Polish. We lived in a two flat owned by my widowed paternal grandmother. She spoke very little English. My parents, my brother, all my aunts and uncles, and many of my cousins spoke Polish. They listened to Polish language radio stations, read Polish language newspapers, listened to Polish music. My brother even played in a polka band. It was to say the least, a rather insular world, like having a Polish village drop down in the middle of Chicago.
Once again my questioning mind was revving up. I remember being around six, or seven, or eight and wondering why everyone around me was speaking Polish, listening to Polish music, eating Polish food. After all, this was the United States of America, not Poland. It made no sense to me. It wasn't like I was ashamed or embarrassed by my ethnic heritage. It was the simple fact that I saw myself as an English speaking American. Why would I want to assume I lived in another culture and spoke another language? This foreign land ten thousand miles away hand nothing to do with me.
So the two staples in the lives of my relatives--religion and ethnicity--had zero influence on my life. I had no interest in being mired in ancient traditions, myths, legends and superstitions. It certainly is no crime to be religious or take great pride in your ethnic origins. But for me, all that matters is the here and now. Rather than tradition and myths, reason and logic are my priorities. Supernatural entities and long buried ancestors do not dictate who or what I am.
I have taken my own path and have never looked back.
I was born and raised on the far southeast side of Chicago, in a community aptly named South Chicago. Virtually everyone in our neighborhood was Polish and Roman Catholic. My family was the quintessential South Chicago family. Between my mother's side and my father's side, I had one older brother, fourteen aunts and uncles and twenty-seven cousins. Each one was 100 percent Polish. We were all devout Catholics who attended mass every Sunday, went to confession, received Holy Communion, and attended parochial school. But somewhere along the way, I took a fork in the road that set me miles apart from the rest of my relatives.
I became an atheist. Despite my devout Catholic upbringing, I began to have doubts about Catholicism and religion in general around the time I graduated from high school. By the time I was twenty-one, my skepticism had transformed into full blown atheism. Why the change? Unlike many non-believers who were once deeply religious, there was no trajedy or trauma in my life that shook my faith. I attribute my change to the way my brain is wired. As far back as I can remember I have always observed the world through a cynical and skeptical lens. In more graphic terms, I have always had a sharply tuned bullshit detector.
While my adult years have been spent as somewhat of an outlier when compared to the rest of my large family, I have always remained on excellent terms with each and everyone of them. The difference has been in lifestyle. God and religion remain a strong focal point in their lives. In contrast, God and religion have as much relevancy to me as Bigfoot or the Loch Ness Monster.
There is a second divergent path I have taken away from my relatives. This one involves ethnicity.
As I previously stated, everyone on both sides of my family is 100 percent Polish. I grew up in a neighborhood that was overwhelmingly Polish. We lived in a two flat owned by my widowed paternal grandmother. She spoke very little English. My parents, my brother, all my aunts and uncles, and many of my cousins spoke Polish. They listened to Polish language radio stations, read Polish language newspapers, listened to Polish music. My brother even played in a polka band. It was to say the least, a rather insular world, like having a Polish village drop down in the middle of Chicago.
Once again my questioning mind was revving up. I remember being around six, or seven, or eight and wondering why everyone around me was speaking Polish, listening to Polish music, eating Polish food. After all, this was the United States of America, not Poland. It made no sense to me. It wasn't like I was ashamed or embarrassed by my ethnic heritage. It was the simple fact that I saw myself as an English speaking American. Why would I want to assume I lived in another culture and spoke another language? This foreign land ten thousand miles away hand nothing to do with me.
So the two staples in the lives of my relatives--religion and ethnicity--had zero influence on my life. I had no interest in being mired in ancient traditions, myths, legends and superstitions. It certainly is no crime to be religious or take great pride in your ethnic origins. But for me, all that matters is the here and now. Rather than tradition and myths, reason and logic are my priorities. Supernatural entities and long buried ancestors do not dictate who or what I am.
I have taken my own path and have never looked back.
Wednesday, January 2, 2019
STOPPING THE MONUMENT BUILDERS
In Bill Daley's quest to become the third Daley to rule Chicago, he has suggested the name of the Dan Ryan expressway be changed to the Barack Obama expressway. It could be a dangerous course for Bill to take. It would mean eradicating the name of a fellow Irishman from the Chicago landscape. That would border on heresy and treason to many in the Irish community.
One of Barack Obama's supporters stated that Dan Ryan has had his day. Now it's Obama's turn. Therein lies the crux of the problem. Perhaps in 80 or 100 years from now, another political figure will rise to prominence, and Obama's name will be resigned to history's discard pile in a political flavor of the month contest.
So who was Dan Ryan and why was an expressway named after him? Well, back in the 30's, Ryan was President of the Cook County Board. You thought maybe he was some kind of hero? Nope! He was political insider with all the right connections. The expressway was named after him because the mayor at the time--Richard J. Daley-- was a fellow Irishman, political confidante and loyal Democrat. Being a party loyalist and member of the ethnic group currently in power were the primary credentials required.
Ayn Rand, the novelist and philosopher, coined a term for this self-aggrandizement and egotistical behavior of politicians. She called them "monument builders." Like the kings, queens and emperors of the past, these vainglorious holders of power love nothing more than to erect monuments to one another. In the Chicago area alone, we have expressways named after President Reagan, former governor Stevenson, President Eisenhower, former mayor Jane Burn, and of course good ole Dan Ryan. A government building in the heart of the city is named after the first mayor Daley. Then there are the plethora of schools named after Washington, Madison, Eisenhower, Lincoln, etc..
Are there individuals more deserving of these civic memorials? Fact is, mayors, governors, presidents, congress persons and bureaucrats are nothing more than glorified administrators, managers and CEO's living off of tax money expropriated from working folks. Where is their brilliance? Did Daley ever stand between a citizen and gun toting terrorist? What disease did Reagan help conquer? Did Obama ever rush into a burning building to save a child?
If public thoroughfares and structures need titles, let them be named after first responders, war heroes, medical researchers, influential educators. Let us cease creating monuments to egotistical power seekers whose only function is to control the lives of others. Let us stop dedicating monuments to bogus gods; instead, let us erect monuments to the real heroes of humanity.
One of Barack Obama's supporters stated that Dan Ryan has had his day. Now it's Obama's turn. Therein lies the crux of the problem. Perhaps in 80 or 100 years from now, another political figure will rise to prominence, and Obama's name will be resigned to history's discard pile in a political flavor of the month contest.
So who was Dan Ryan and why was an expressway named after him? Well, back in the 30's, Ryan was President of the Cook County Board. You thought maybe he was some kind of hero? Nope! He was political insider with all the right connections. The expressway was named after him because the mayor at the time--Richard J. Daley-- was a fellow Irishman, political confidante and loyal Democrat. Being a party loyalist and member of the ethnic group currently in power were the primary credentials required.
Ayn Rand, the novelist and philosopher, coined a term for this self-aggrandizement and egotistical behavior of politicians. She called them "monument builders." Like the kings, queens and emperors of the past, these vainglorious holders of power love nothing more than to erect monuments to one another. In the Chicago area alone, we have expressways named after President Reagan, former governor Stevenson, President Eisenhower, former mayor Jane Burn, and of course good ole Dan Ryan. A government building in the heart of the city is named after the first mayor Daley. Then there are the plethora of schools named after Washington, Madison, Eisenhower, Lincoln, etc..
Are there individuals more deserving of these civic memorials? Fact is, mayors, governors, presidents, congress persons and bureaucrats are nothing more than glorified administrators, managers and CEO's living off of tax money expropriated from working folks. Where is their brilliance? Did Daley ever stand between a citizen and gun toting terrorist? What disease did Reagan help conquer? Did Obama ever rush into a burning building to save a child?
If public thoroughfares and structures need titles, let them be named after first responders, war heroes, medical researchers, influential educators. Let us cease creating monuments to egotistical power seekers whose only function is to control the lives of others. Let us stop dedicating monuments to bogus gods; instead, let us erect monuments to the real heroes of humanity.
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