When I was younger I fell in with a crowd of Libertarians.  We were younger and the emphasis was on the “Liberty” part.  I used to say, half jokingly, that Libertarians were just Republicans who wanted to smoke pot (legally).  In heavily Baptist Texas at the time it seemed like it could be a good idea.

I read Ayn Rand, but it was poorly written stuff and seemed very far-fetched.  I mean, would the world really collapse if a bunch of billionaires left society?  Really?  And how could they thrive, much less survive, Gilligan’s Island-like, with just a handful of people, even very smart people?  I mean, they certainly wouldn’t have iPhones.  I doubt they would have decent clothes after a year or two.  Forget the private planes zipping in and out.

I ran across this older PBS article that was probably bumped up by the Sears bankruptcy.    A good story.

Oh, those old friends:  I would say they are pretty much plain old Conservatives these days, maybe even far-right.  I could go on with the inherent flaws in Rand’s ideas, but that would take a while.  These days when I run into a younger person who seems to be taking this ‘philosophy’ seriously, I mostly try to show some disrespect for it and maybe let them figure it out themselves.

Column: This is what happens when you take Ayn Rand seriously


Mourning for Whiteness

I read this when it first came out, and I have to admit it befuddled me.  It was such a strange point of view to me.  Certainly this was a serious person with serious ideas published in a respectable magazine.  I went back to re-read it (I admit I googled for Alice Walker, not Toni Morrison so I had trouble finding it at first).

I have read it three or four times in in the last couple of years and it embarrasses me that I didn’t understand what the author was talking about.  It was a literal account of what was happening, and what was about to happen.  I would say it is prophetic, but only because I didn’t see what was coming as quickly as the author.

Today every time I see people being gunned down by some bland fellow (Las Vegas last year, Pittsburgh this week) this pops into my mind, and I read it again.  I don’t know what the answer is, and the author doesn’t seem to either.

Mourning for Whiteness

By Toni Morrison