Justy Robinson
Stories (7/0)
Flesh-Colored
My name is Samuel Weaver. I am writing this because it ought to be recorded, though I must admit the more I think about it- the more pointless it becomes. I sit here on a large boat typing, hoping perhaps for an alien species or a… at least semi-aquatic subspecies of homo-sapiens, to find the technology to read the data on a (most likely) water-logged personal computer. A stretch, to say the least; but hey- isn’t it within our DNA to wish to be remembered? Death only comes after we’re forgotten, or so it goes. I think it’s fair to say, in the midst of the immense cataclysm before me, that I simply need to hold on to some glimmer of hope. Even Pandora was able to go on upon finding hers, after all.
By Justy Robinson2 years ago in Fiction
THE GENOCIDE IN TIGRAY
I shall begin by saying the US should not be the police for the world; if history is any indication, the US continuously fails to correctly police itself after all. We are global citizens as much as we are US citizens- but if we entertain the idea of separate countries, we should accept the certainty of their sovereignty. To that end however, it should be the prerogative of any civilized nation to defeat evil in the various places it arises.
By Justy Robinson2 years ago in The Swamp
Nativity
Today, the 6th of November, 2021, I accompanied Sophie's Native North American Art class to the Denver Art Museum. We were up early, especially considering that we went to bed at or around two in the morning - possibly closer to three, and at the Museum's welcome center before I had really asked any questions as to the subject matter we'd be reviewing at the Museum. When we got there & after a rather short wait outside because we got there a bit before they opened, we were with the class through a building I'd never been in before- one almost ENTIRELY dedicated to the work of various Native American or American Indian Artists (I've yet to come to an internal conclusion about the term American Indian. Being native myself, it feels inaccurate & like it validates the ego of the idiot Christopher Columbus- but perhaps I'm harsh). To say I enjoyed the exhibit would be an understatement; in fact, I'd venture to say it was the best museum experience I've had in a long time! More than enjoying it however, I had an epiphany on something one of the indigenous folks I know had told me recently.
By Justy Robinson2 years ago in Longevity