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bohemiansouth:

First and most importantly, huge and big thanks to everyone who has followed Bohemian South.

Posting here has been fun, and you are a community that really deserves to be loved. This will be the last Bohemian South post but not the blog’s last appearance on Tumblr. Starting tomorrow, I’ll focus…

Like the Dew adds: We welcome Bohemian South and its readers, and we hope the Like the Dew Tumblr site can be greatly improved in coming days.

Ron Taylor, a wonderful writer and one of the most dedicated contributors to the Like the Dew website, died the morning of May 31. He is missed now and will be more greatly missed in the future. Here’s to our great and good friend, Ron.

Ron Taylor, a wonderful writer and one of the most dedicated contributors to the Like the Dew website, died the morning of May 31. He is missed now and will be more greatly missed in the future. Here’s to our great and good friend, Ron.

Ordinary happiness is like the dew on the tip of a blade of grass, disappearing very quickly.

— The Dalai Lama.

(And a shout out to that great and kind man for mentioning Like the Dew.

OK, OK, we know that wasn’t the point. But he is a great and kind man.)

Lee Leslie, left, and Ron Taylor, center, shown with an unidentified journalist, are the top staff of Like the Dew.

Lee Leslie, left, and Ron Taylor, center, shown with an unidentified journalist, are the top staff of Like the Dew.

Long-form blogging

Short-form blogging is great, and, yes, Tumblr also accommodates long-form bloggers, too. But sometimes you might want to stretch as a writer and reach an even wider audience.

If you get that itch, consider writing for Like the Dew: A Journal of Southern Culture and Politics.

You can login to the site and place your story for review by the LtD editors or you can email a copy to lee@likethedew.com or ron@likethedew.com. And, yes, Like the Dew will consider stories and articles that also appear simultaneously on your own website.

Stories with progressive political viewpoints or of particular interest to Southern readers will be especially appreciated.

Promoting Tumblr

In addition to publishing both original stories and others shared through Creative Commons or special agreement with other websites and blogs, Like the Dew: A Journal of Southern Culture and Politics also runs News & Opinion feeds of RSS feeds on important topics and regional news. A recent addition to that lineup is a page promoting Tumblr blogs that Like the Dew readers have recommended. Check it out by clicking here. You might see your own Tumblr blog’s RSS there.

atlampa:

billyhowardfoto:

A one-room school in Changeshu Village, Ghana, far into the north of the country and away from what a western world would consider civilization, students clamored for knowledge.

Atlampa adds: Another truly great photo by Billy Howard.

 Like the Dew adds: Billy Howard is a great Atlanta-based photographer. He also is a terrific writer, one of the founding contributors to Like the Dew, a journal of Southern culture and progressive politics.

atlampa:

billyhowardfoto:

A one-room school in Changeshu Village, Ghana, far into the north of the country and away from what a western world would consider civilization, students clamored for knowledge.

Atlampa adds: Another truly great photo by Billy Howard.

 Like the Dew adds: Billy Howard is a great Atlanta-based photographer. He also is a terrific writer, one of the founding contributors to Like the Dew, a journal of Southern culture and progressive politics.

Boyd Lewis: That King is Dead; Long Live Our King

The postponement of the Aug. 28 corporate gala that was to officially freeze Dr. King at dreaming is a actually a good thing. Now a serious deliberation begins about the very liberal/radical economic remedies Dr. King would suggest to Great Depression II if he were a guest on the Rachel Maddow Show today.

Dr. King would tell Rachel the root of today’s economic misery and human anguish must be laid at the door of out-of-control capitalism and dehumanization of working men and women.

Dr. King would denounce the finance market gambling losses of the feral rich being made up by and paid for by the out of work, struggling students, single mothers, the poor and everybody who had nothing to do with this goddammed “global financial meltdown.”

And Dr. King would be shocked to the core of his moral being at the spectacle of the aforementioned feral rich rewarded with guaranteed tax cuts and loopholes, bailouts and bonuses, cabinet posts and government wiping clear any hint of consequence by the evil doers. Evil as Bull Connor. Evil as the bombers of the four little children.

How can you profit by destroying people and not face severe judgment? If not from this toothless Justice Department, then from Almighty God. We went to jail. Thousands of us. We went to jail to save democracy, not to pillage it. Why are not the architects of our total systematic ruination in jail? Why are these Masters of the Universe not laying on bare steel slabs singing the Blues?

“The moral arc of today’s universe is long,” Dr. King might update his quote, “but it’s clear in America today that it bends toward Mammon and mendacity.”

Those who study the uncensored legacy of Martin King know that his last two years were spent trying to take the Movement in its next logical stage: using the same nonviolent resistance to stop The War and demand the government do more to end joblessness, homelessness, sickness, and Godless behavior that sprung straight out of the forehead of Poverty. Dr. King would certainly say something like that. This is the check stamped insufficient funds–the inability then and now of the sons of former slaves and sons of former slave owners to get a day’s pay for a day’s honest work.

Before the fatal detour to Memphis in April 1968, Dr. King was deep into the planning of a ramped up campaign of civil disobedience to show society the face of the invisible poor. Resurrection Cities nationwide would lift the veil of the poor in peaceful, earnest, angry, creative, well disciplined ways in organized encampments the nation hadn’t seen since the Bonus Marchers of 1932. Massive, coordinated incidents of civil disobedience and nonviolent resistance would occur coast to coast.

  The overarching theme of these 1968 et sec events was Lifting the Veil from the Faces of People who just can’t seem to get a working chance at reaching the American Dream. You know them. These are the people who are paying in their blood for the money shuffling games of the Offshore Filthy Rich, and these poor suckers who get the bill feel like they’re in hell with every breathing moment. Life and hope for their children are crumbling. Get educated. Go into debt. Frantically look for a job. Despair.

The little people responded to Dr. King’s racial and economic ideas and voiced hopes the way little people responded to Jesus, to Gandhi, and to the hope of a better day with the dawn. The little people are the great ones, out of which the universe is made. The rest is static.

I miss the heartfelt passion Dr. King would bring to the enfeebled debates today. I miss on today’s gloomy scene someone of Dr. King’s ability to get people to move with their better angels as companions. To move together. In the rain. In crowds. Singing. As long as he is left dreaming in this stone, we are lost. None can speak today with his eloquence. We’ll just dream our way to apocalypse. Inactive until the arrival of the little man in the bright nightgown.

People of goodwill should be comfortable leaving the rubble of the corporatized Aug. 28 mummification ceremony and moving on to a deeper appreciation of the uncensored Martin King. Aug. 29 seems an historic moment for those who care about Dr. King’s message for today. The stone was rolled away and the real, total, complete and authentic Martin King is beginning to emerge in these times of fear and terrible peril.

Dr. King’s comments about the failure of capitalism were as pungent in 1966 as they are in the times of avaricious hedge fund managers and bonus loving Wall Streeters. Know this and know it very well: Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. would feel slandered if he could see the offstage fiasco that his SCLC and the King Center and the China statue underwritten by Wal Mart have presented as following the Drum Major for Justice.

Aug. 29 saw a beautiful sunny day at the King Memorial on the National Mall in Washington. The storm had passed. A truly beautiful facial depiction of Dr. King 31 feet high dried to a beautiful buff color as the rainwater evaporated. The torso, more like a heroic figure of the Great Helmsman leading the Long March to Communism, is best ignored.

But the face is simply majestic. I believe something new has begun. At least I hope it has if we have any hope for the future. A New Movement should rattle off its chains of cant, cliche and profit surrounding the man and take the Honest and True Legacy of Martin King out of the shadows and make it speak for us one more time.

Now. In our time of our need.

[This story by Boyd Lewis, re-published here, originally appeared on Like the Dew.]

Their goal? To whip up fear for the personal gain of power. Congressmen like South Carolina’s Tim Scott, Joe Wilson, Jeff Duncan, Trey Gowdy and Mick Mulveney are hellbent on dividing South Carolinians and America by class. Instead of a Nixonian Southern Strategy to grab power based on racial divisions, tea partiers are misleading mainstream Americans into thinking they care about their needs. In truth, they’re all about protecting their millionaire donors and serving as lackeys for big corporations, both of which avoid taxes like the plague. More than anything, these congressional robots sputter what they’re told so they can be reelected to sputter some more.

For a redneck boy born at home, I’ve seen a lot. Sang at the Junior Talent Show, caught the last out, been carried off the field by a victorious football team, and flown solo. I’ve watched auto racing on Friday night at Freeman’s Short track, Saturday afternoon at Holiday Beach drag strip, and Sunday at Talladega. I have been a spectator for minor league baseball, low rent rodeo, ice hockey in three different southern states, and boxing.

My list of happenings includes the New Orleans Jazzfest, West Alabama State Fair, the Okra Strut, a spelling bee, quilting bee, hog killing, and a chicken fight. A few Saturday nights ago I checked off another momentous accomplishment; roller derby. I can now die happy; be promoted to glory with nary a whimper.

I expected roller derby people to be different; imagined a collection of characters similar to a tractor pull or monster truck rally. Lots of John Deere caps, overalls, and Confederate flags; sort of like a Jim DeMint fundraiser. Instead I was exposed to black shirts, day-glo hair, and tattoos, lots of tattoos. More like the prelude to a Korn concert, or possibly a flash mob of southern Hipsters in training all mixed together with a lot of upstanding American folks. …