Showing posts with label belief. Show all posts
Showing posts with label belief. Show all posts

Wednesday, 28 August 2019

On restoring our faith in ourselves

You can tell the real boy a mile off by what he gravitates toward never mind tries out for real  such as playing soldiers even as here using a real weapon in controlled safe environment such as at this Armed Forces day event.

Never mind those who'd be outraged by the very idea of introducing a boy to weapons and enjoying doing so.
This week we learned that in 2018 the Royal Mint's panel turned down the suggestion of making a Commemorative Fifty Pence Piece to mark fifty years of the death of the highly popular author Enid Blyton because they believed she was racist, homophobic and sexist.

That was news to me as I've never seen anything remotely homophobic in the many books I have of hers usually in older editions and while the odd character might of said something that today might be seen as sexist that was little different from the world itself we lived in.

When it comes to the charge of Racism there is little stereotypical black as feeble-minded, mischievous or lesser character roles as any other and Gollywogs or Gollies as we called were as much the goodies as not.

The Golly was never seen as a representation of actual black people within British Society and never by boys such as  me who owned and played with gollywogs who often were the first to stand up against actual racism in the playground and dining hall.

That whole 'issue' really stems from the importation of American norms where 'blacked up' mimetic submissive characters did exist and then taking a  very American centric view at black history and racism. 

Our Gollies' as featured on Robinson's Jam didn't 'Jive talk' or speak in croele. They spoke and used 'standard english'.

No Boy (or girl for that matter) was harmed by what she wrote which were gripping adventures and short stories that reflected the world in which they had been written, typically the late nineteen-thirties to early nineteen-sixties where immigration while existing wasn't as widespread so it would of been rare to have seen anyone who wasn't white British.

To the extent you could say she did see the role of then Empire as lead by Whites, well few would argue against allowing people to rule themselves but the jury is very much out if they are any better run for that today and many felt things were better all round for it.

More to the point I feel actually today's young would benefit from being able to read stories where boys really are boys strong, leading and also caring and girls can lead but are able show more of their inner feminine side with nothing to prove free from adult agendas around gender roles and signal virtueing.

Boys and girls under ten do not want to read about alternate gender and sexual identities because they're read very much for relaxation for fun that also help build up word knowledge.

All boys and girls want to do is read stories about their world that can take hold in their own imaginations and only later on look more into what they personally believe about themselves and the wider world.

The trouble with the Liberal Marxist approach is it just denies the reality of what you yourself feel and love to do, read and enjoy for a half baked ideological orthodoxy which itself will be condemned in the next twenty or so years.

The past is best looked at from the standards of its own day, lessons perhaps being drawn from not fed into a 'memory hole' to be erased for not fitting an approved viewpoint of today.
We must stand up for ourselves and what we believe to be right.


Wednesday, 18 July 2018

I believe in me

Sometimes however long it all comes together.

I was so frightened
I almost ran away
I didn't know that I could do
Anything I needed to
And then a bolt of lightning
Hit me on my head
Then I began to see
I just needed to believe in me

Now I, I believe in me
And I, I believe in something more
Than you can understand
Yes, I believe in me

They said I didn't stand a chance
i wouldn't win no way
But I've got news for you
There's nothing I can't do
Ain't no pretending
Ain't no make believe
But I've got to be the one
I gotta do what must be done

I believe in me
Yes, I believe in me - yeah

I don't need no money
I don't need no fame... No
I just need to believe in me
And I know most definitely
Don't need to get wasted
It only holds me down
I just need a will of my own
And the balls to stand alone

The lyrics to the Kiss song "I" from their much maligned "Music from The Elder" album always had a resonance with me and of late certainly during the period of this blogs evolution more so.
In the time since I started this blog and started to spend more time engaging directly with the adult school boy community I have started to  regain my confidence from the last time I had anything to being a school boy and having had gender related issues being able to take my place alongside them as one.
I have learned to stand up for myself in front them as a boy with no ifs, buts or maybes connecting directly to their own boyishness.
I have found the balls to be myself, to assert my masculinity, feeling it running through my body taking a pride in it and my male physique.