20 January 2006
New York Times & others I met today.
Drawing Room, one of the most capacetic tea rooms on the Planet, no doubt. Interior photos of the bistro will appear in the Sunday Times this or next week. The owners are so smart, so progressive and so prescient it is a pleasure to work for them. And their family found a special spot to park the bike!
While there, met a student at Manhattanville College, who read my materials and turned me on to the Hogarth Center for Social Action. Yep.
Then at work #2, waited on an individual largely responsible for raising consciousness and money in the fight for Justice for Michael Stewart, who was basically murdered by the NYC Transit police who prove that a few bad apples can ruin the public perception of the entire bushel. Through this individual I posthumously met Clayton Jones (RIP), a proud Civil Rights attorney who tried to make those murdering fascist pigs pay for what they did to Michael; the medical examiner lied about the manner and cause of death and was fired, prompting retaliation against other stand-up, militant attorneys as noted in both of the above pieces. I know a few things about bullshit prosecutions and that's why I put Columbus Bar Association bar counsel Bruce Campbell up front and center in my movie trailer and background videos. He's the white-haired bespectacled gentleman looking smug and relatively assured of the outcome of my disciplinary hearing because all that shit was fixed, anyway.
Then on the way home, met many patrons and Chilean-born Bernardo (who lost friends to U.S. Gov't/Pinochet hegemony and brutal rapes and murders, and whose voice you hear on this post), co-owner with his wife, Soledad Del Castillo Blanco of Bistro du Soleil, one of the most beautifully-decorated restaurant/art galleries in New England:
"You come in here, and no hate -- it is just people."
"Dig it. I make Civil Rights movies."
"You can't do that in this country anymore."
Clearly, it is my destiny then, to prove otherwise.
PS: Then the whole house listened to some reggae -- which, ironically -- or perhaps not, the Drawing Room owners have been tracking lately, too. Specifically, Toots and the Maytals, whom I've also been listening to -- and audioblawgging the past two days. Toots and Sly and Robbie are some true Reggae visionaries. Some say the song "Do the Reggay" that I played in this post urging the taxpayers of Jaffrey, NH and Cheshire County, NH to send the bill for my prosecution to Attorney Charlie Bauer for lying was in fact the inception for the term “reggae” itself.
PPS: Whew I almost forgot, all this tawk about work and stuff reminds me of that hateful diatribe in which Defendant Timmons engaged on two occasions, saying "you doesn't have a job," and "most people go to work, and they use a -- they have a productive life..." because if I had a job and stuff I wouldn't be able to do this blawg and blah, blah blah:
Well Gloria, I've got two jobs, work from 10a.m. to 11-12p.m and still haven't quit this blawg, still haven't quit the movie project, nor will I ever, at least not without a whole lot of money crossing my palm. This despite your First Amendment lawyers' best attempts to have me sanctioned for posting the Deposition Transcript information I am about to post again right here, showing your ignorance of just how indefatigable I am. In fact, I waited on some brown sistuh's from North Carolina and D.C., one of whom works in the same building as my cousin, and I dropped a 411 on you to them too, got them watching the movies. His mother appears in two of my online videos, actually.
But since you tried to get me to shut down my blawg by getting a Restraining Order against me, eventually getting that overturned on First Amendment grounds, as soon as the Court knew the true facts, you'll prolly keep on doing whatever you want to do to try to silence me.
And because you don't even know even know what a simile, metaphor or parody is (see the famous David Bowie post), your hateful attempts surprise me little. I told you yesterday I'm not going to be nice anymore, in the "Taxpayers' Send the Bill to Bauer" post, but you certainly have asked for it.
But my offer still stands for you to meet me for tea & crumpets, this time not at your Deposition, rather instead down at the Drawing Room. Bring your lawyers; we'll be more than happy to accommodate.
Until then, No Justice, No Peace, for you and your buddy Marty: