Abuse is Stanford Prison Experiment all over again

Abuse is proof that human nature has cruelty. Intentional directed negative attention is abuse. A thrust of bullying stimulates glee because humans have it in them. That spark of cruelty ignites a train of abuse which may cumulate in the premature termination of further necessity of abuse. Desecration of a corpse holds less fun because there is no life to reciprocate the cruelty.

The Stanford Prison Experiment was a social experiment to show that acting “prison wardens’ who wield power over their captive “prisoners”, will debase human decency, because they are enabled by their authority.

In other social settings, family members, colleagues, superiors and literally anybody who has a mean bone in them, may be incited to act and speak abusively. Because they can.

Humans don’t care when they think there are other people around to take action. Why me? They prefer to be bystanders. This observation gave birth to the theory known as The Bystander Effect. (check the link for a detailed post).

When a woman was targeted with abuse, seven other neighbors in the same block of eight apartments refused to get involved. “There are six other neighbors. Let them do something. Why should I be the one to take action? I don’t want the inconvenience and burden.”

This is The Stanford Prison Experiment and The Bystander Effect all over again. History repeats itself because the early observations set the precedent to identify all other following incidents.

When will the abuser stop? Only when the abused dies, or when the abuser dies.

No matter the color of your skin, or maybe you have no skin at all, you can NOT kill another human being with your abuse.

White supremacy wants post-colonial slavery

White supremacy wants post-colonial slavery

There is a “white” woman living opposite my apartment on the same floor level. She tries to assert white power over neighbors who are non-white. She assumes they are slaves in this post-colonial era of 2021. She talks loudly of desiring a female neighbor to step forward to be her slave to look after her two kids. She wants to assert her white privilege to demand her social status be re-instated. She wants slaves from the descendants of colonialism. She complains to her cronies that her targeted slave is refusing to serve. She said, “She’s leaving me. She’s going to let it go.”

What else can I do? The foreigner speaks of sneaking out to work while residing with a dependent pass. This is seriously wrong. Furthermore, she wishes to exercise gross neglect by dumping two kids on a slave from the local community.

I see no slaves in my apartment complex. However, there are people who need to work for money, to maintain their mortal bodies with food, drink, and medicines.

This is not to say that all white women behave in her manner of post-colonial assertion of white supremacy. She is a gross uneducated mess. Maybe one step away from the KKK. Racism!

Abraham Lincoln is dead but his legacy lives on. His fight was lost on this type of white woman.

Queen Elizabeth is alive. She has accepted and respected all races of humanity.

So why is that white woman still using race supremacy privilege?

From writing to art

Truthful Tuesday hosted by PCGUYIV asks this question for us to be truthful about:

When was the last time you had well thought-out plans that got dashed to pieces by circumstances beyond your control? Were you able to “make lemonade” out of the “lemons” life handed you, or did you have to completely step back and regroup?

I self-published again my latest thin booklet. It had near zero sales. This attempt was already my lemonade. It was my nonfiction effort, a change from the bitter lemon lesson from my early fiction attempts.

The issue is not about the genres, but rather, marketing attempts. In my former blog circle, bloggers were intent on chalking up points for cash. It was near impossible to persuade bloggers to spend money buying books. I bought their books but they didn’t buy mine.

I changed from a blogging circle, to a social media platform … Twitter. Two good people bought my nonfiction book. I had bought their books earlier.

I stepped back from writing for self-publication. I submitted one application to exhibit and sell miniature art. It was my first art exhibition, shown jointly in a big exhibition with about 200+ other artist submissions.

I sold 90% of my exhibits.

I’m so grateful with the Universe and all the powers.

To all you readers out there who are struggling to find the right recipe to make lemonade or create something out of your basic skills – don’t give up trying. Try something different. You may be surprised.