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Table of Contents and More

Table of Contents and More

  Table of Contents and Much More   PARTIAL  - TABLE OF CONTENTS + More www.GeorgeMarx.org  - My Personal Blog www.WorkingTowardsEndingRacism  - My Anti-Racism Blog https://joinmerj.org/  -  MERJ - Men for Equity and Reproductive Justice Caring White Men Sharing Together  - www.CaringWhiteMen.com EXCELLENT FREE VIDEOS https://www.georgemarx.org/2024/03/excellent-videos-no-cost-to-watch.html -- A.    P E R S O N A L     W R I T I N G S   1.  B O O K   (+ MORE)   R E V I E W S  -   R A C I S M http://www.workingtowardsendingracism.org/2023/04/resources-updated.html 2.   R E P R O D U C T I V E    J U S T I C E https://www.georgemarx.org/2023/01/reproductive-justice-my-writings.html 3.  ISRAEL - PALESTINE - JUDAISM https://www.georgemarx.org/2022/12/palestine-israel-judiasm-posts-links-my.html 4.  R A P E   -  R E L A T E D https://www.georgemarx.org/2023/05/rape-related.html 5.  B O O K   (+MORE)   R E V I E W S  -   O T H E R https://www.georgemarx.org/2023/05/book-reviews-plus-more.htm

Daniel Marx - My Brother

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  July 23, 1953 - April 22, 2024 My brother died last evening officially at 7:57 pm in the Robert Wood Johnson University Hospital in New Brunswick, New Jersey.  I was the only one in the room to see his journey move forward.    I wasn't the most "with it" kids!   When my mother and brother came home from the hospital I evidently said:  "Who's that woman?" to my father.     In 1956, when Daniel was three we moved from Ann Arbor, Michigan to West Lafayette, Indiana.   We lived the first year in a university owned house near the intersection of Happy Hollow and North River Roads in WL.   A year later our parents bought the house at 122 North Street, across the street from Morton School where we grew up.   The upstairs apartment's living room was our bedroom, and the bedroom was our parent's bedroom. My brother was always closer to our father, and I to our mother.   In the second grade (I think Mrs. Tully's class) he was caught reading a book at his

Part II - So How Can We White Men Work Together?

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  So, how can we white men work together? Me - 40 pounds heavier - some time ago - above We can: 1.)   Show curiosity – deep curiosity about a lot of things, 2.)   Recognize, when we are deeply privileged, that we both: a.     Have a lot of potential power, individually and collectively, and b.    Feel a sense of responsibility to seriously “do the work” in sustained, significant ways, 3.)   Confront the relative complacency within ourselves and other privileged people (in general), 4.)   Feel uncomfortable, like an outsider, even perhaps an (unwilling) imposition upon others more much more than tokenly, 5.)   Network – build allyship – and confront our tendency to be “buddies”, rather than allies both with others similar to who we are in our complexities, as we are, and 6.)   Working as “outsiders” supporting the work of people,   much different from ourselves, 7.)   Take on the seeming hopelessness(es) of our worlds, with deep commitment to see the lifelong

Part I - White Man - I'm Impatient!

  Fellow white man, I’m impatient!    We are not on the same path!    I do not want to be your “buddy”.    I am open to, and welcoming of “allyship”, however I’m very skeptical. Over five years ago we started working together.    I certainly was a “mixed bag” then.    One thing I had, though, was a drive towards serious systemic change.    Building that change required that I deepen my personal work.   I also needed to go well beyond the personal work (alone). Helping build the change necessitates: 1.     1.  Confronting other white men and welcoming their confronting of me, 2.     2.  Being deeply uncomfortable frequently, 3.     3.  Feeling like and often being an “outsider” in various spaces, 4.     4.    Listening deeply and being seriously curious, 5.     5.  Making mistakes and trying to minimize the harm that we and I create, 6.     6.  Welcoming the journey – the process – not being “end goal” attached, 7.     7.    Working with others – not being an individua

Bob - Death and Dying - Part I

  I have a close friend Y, a few years older than me, who’s “retirement” includes moving into his (hopefully quite distant) death (in his own words).    Thinking about my own death was quite scary until a few years ago.    It still isn’t easy for me to think in such terms.    I don’t care if my body is cremated or buried.    I want my life partner, presuming she outlives me, to do what feels right for her, not for me – as I feel that my spirit will fully accept whatever path is chosen for it.   (I would note that my partner thinks that I should be the decisionmaker in this area.   I don’t want to decide).    Is this part of my denial? Tomorrow I may see for the last time a friend who is facing his own impending death. He is preparing for entering hospice care.    He has a medical condition which has no “alternative” beyond his own death.    He may have a “choice” as to when, but not if. Feelings come up – of course!    I feel sadness.    I had hoped to interview him, knowing that i

I am Sad

In this moment I am very sad I have anger, definitely But – the sadness is most prevalent I know that I’ve messed up plenty And I also know myself – increasingly as I seek – heart based growth It, Includes: Being Aware of My Anger, Not something I felt I could have as a child- Carried forth into much of my “adulthood” Being Assertive, while seeking Human – Deepening Connection Intimacy -Not Feeling Alone I am NOT lonely – any longer I’m Growing – in Spurts at Times I (still) make Plenty of Mistakes I’m more aware now, however, of Making Choices – No Longer – Building up – Anger Then It Spilling Out Not Always Directed – Anywhere Related to – what was underneath it Life is INCREDIBLE Now for Me! It is Challenging, Deeply, Deeply Challenging in this brief moment of my life I don’t know Where my life – will move – now I Do Know – it will be “the right way” for Me, whether it is Sludging through the Much or on a Less D

Intro - Bob - Life and Death (Further Parts to Follow)

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  Bob – Life and Death – a Parable of My Web of Life (or Lives) – Intro (The Web of Lives will Continue – for How Long?   I don’t know) (This is a Beginning – I’m guessing there will be plenty of Parts in This Series) I was slightly shocked, but not surprised to hear yesterday that Bob died a year and three days earlier.    I am writing this, as I do with all my writings – primarily for myself.   Responses are welcome, but not necessarily expected. I also want to appreciate an ally and friend I value deeply as I begin this writing!    I will protect the identity here – and say – “This is To X” -- My Paternal Grandfather I was Named After - George Marx I met Bob at the Washington University- St. Louis Area – Men and Masculinity Conference, amidst the heavy humidity, during the Summer of 1985.    He became what I considered my “best friend”, something I’d never had before.    I was and am still in significant part – a loner – without – “a friend”. Fortunately, today I am