Tag Archives: Chinese

The Color of Life is … Clear … to me

Source: Google Image Search – licensed for reuse. Click pic for page.

I would, normally, be doing either a Friday Fictioneers or a Five Sentence Fiction selection tonight.   I am going to save those for the next few nights.  Something bothered me today and I want to show it to you after I rant a bit.  Color has lately become more of an issue in my life.  Not what I will wear tomorrow or what to paint my bathroom, but a more basic color problem.  It’s one that has set itself deep into the lives of most of us in the United States.  First,  it was black, then yellow, and lately it has been more of a southerly color.  The news has always been filled with it.  The news loves it because rough, dirty, horrible news sells so much better than happy, fluffy stuff.  The news has been biased since the beginning and still is.  The bias may change a bit depending on the paper, and, in fact, may switch sides entirely, however, it’s there – one side or the other.

I am, of course, referring to racism.  Let’s get some things straight, first.  I don’t care what color a person’s skin is.  It doesn’t matter much to me where you came from; I am more interested in who you are and where you are going.  I wasn’t always quite that way.  When I was young, perhaps eighth grade, I tried out for cross country.  During one race, I was standing in the crowd of runners at the line and the person next to me was black.  I remember looking at him and saying, “I am going to beat you.”  Now, of course, with the way I ran, that was never going to happen (and didn’t), but what has bothered me to this day so much was the reason I said that to him was simply that he was not the same color skin that I was.  As time has passed, I have left over 99.9% of all that behind me.  I would say 100%, but I think the roots you grow up with never entirely leave you, whether you like it or not.  But I am very happy with where I am now.  It others who bother me.

I am not going into names or anything here; that’s my issue not yours.  I am certain that you know people who are exactly like who I am talking about.  Here’s the thing:  I also see it coming from the other sides.  I know that many people of other skin colors have stereotyped those of us who are white.  I didn’t choose the color of my skin any more than all those other people.  So why does it have be to bad to be white, or black, or yellow, or purple for that matter?  Yes, this is me ranting.

What I wish for all of you is the wonderful feeling that I get inside when I realize that people are people.  Cultures are different and those don’t always mix well, but that is an entirely different matter.  If two people meet and decide to date (or marry or be friends) the skin color should be the last thing that decides whether or not it happens.

I know I am going to have people holler here; I know some will not like what I have said.  To this, I say:

You have a right to your opinion.  But harassment, ridicule, and racism are wrong!  People are people and none of us should have to fear retribution simply because of our skin color.

Oh – and just to put something out there:  not being white DOES NOT mean that person is not an American.

Okay, I will leave you with this clip – very well worth it – of the final reason this post exists:

Namaste,

Scott

Flash Friday – 150 Words – “A Take on ‘A Bridge Too Far'” – Rated PG13

Fairy walking bridge, Huangshang, China. Photo by Jesse Varner.

Time again for Flash Friday hosted by Rebekah Postupak.  This week – a 150 word (exactly) story based on the photo prompt above.  After reading by entry, click > HERE < to see the rest of the entries.  Enjoy!

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Jalinth found a small handhold in the cliff’s nearly sheer side and pulled himself up another foot.  He then lodged his foot in a crevice to give his hand and arms some relief.  He had been doing this over and over for hours now, trying to gain access to the bridge path near the half-way point of the mountain.

His arms and legs ached and he felt so near the point of exhaustion that his breathing would hitch every few intakes.  His mind whirled and he started the ordeal again.

With herculean effort, he pulled himself up to where his eyes cleared the edge.  Not daring to smile lest the energy sap him completely and he fall to his death, he swung over and onto the two-foot wide ledge at the bridge.  He translated the Chinese lettering on the pass itself, written in bold red strokes:

Bridge Out

He cried.

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Namaste,

Scott

If There’s One Thing I Keno…

This post is, in no way, promoting gambling. It is merely for entertainment and informational.

Originally, I wanted to talk to you all today about the lottery in China. My understanding was that it is a once a year lottery and the winner would win one billion yen. So, I looked up “Chinese Lottery”.

I was directed to a couple of sites on Keno. I knew nothing of Keno, so I started reading. Fascinating.

Paraphrasing, it seems that Keno was a gambling game that stemmed from putting sets of characters on a card. There were a thousand of them, originally coming from the poem used to teach young children how to read Chinese.

The game was invented by a leader of a city under attack. He needed more money to fund the army, but people were unwilling. So, he created this “game” and raised enough money on this lottery to fund the army. In fact, this way of raising money was so successful that most of the Great Wall of China was financed this way.

Moving ahead, when the Chinese immigrants came to America and ended up working on the railroad, they played this game. Americans found out and began playing their own version of it. They named it a horse racing game in Nevada to keep out of legal problems with gambling. When those laws changed, the people again changed the name to Keno.

“Off to the races” was a term that came from playing this game under the racing name.
Over the years, the game has changed and become the familiar game of lottery we use today.

I found it fascinating that something played in China in ancient times to raise money for the military is now played by people all over the United States and the money, well, I imagine a lot of it still, indirectly, goes to the military.

I was going to talk about how much money a billion yen was and how well we could live here on that and discuss how we could alter the lottery to, perhaps, help more people, but I got off-track and had more fun with this.

My description is vague in parts. The two articles I read for these are: Here and here. Read them both. It will take a total of around 10 minutes and then you will be an expert on Keno – well, you will know its history! Lol

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Namaste,
Scott

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