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Sunday, October 04, 2015

Bearing Accurate Witness

From time to time, one experiences unjust, unethical, and/or unprofessional treatment from another individual.

Since everyone has an unalienable right to tell the true story of their own life, it is my practice to record and document such lamentable misadventures for future reference.

The latest episode in this pattern occurred recently when Jera Wolfe and Mark Larkento conspired to acquire and sequester four months of my academic work in a discussion group which they now jointly own and control.

I demanded that Jera restore to me access to the corpus of my own work, after he acted to deny me access to it. He adamantly refused.

Here is the unedited and unredacted record of that lamentable misadventure.


Blogger Moulton said...

There is a discussion of this story on my Facebook Timeline here.

11:35 PM  
Blogger Degsme said...

So why is it that consistently you run into this pattern of injustice? There is no question that injustice exists in the world. There is no question that you have most likely been the target of it. But as a white above average eductated males in north America, the level of injustice that you and I run into personally is highly limited.

What is particularly odd is that you consistently preach understanding of others and acting justly and forthrightly, including understanding the stresses that others might feel. Yet when placed under stress yourself, you give yourself permission to act in ways that you yourself have identified as unjust and "failing to bear honest witness".

I would strongly urge you, that every time you think you have been treated unjustly - literally hold a mirror to your face and repeat "Mirror Mirror" until you recognize the injustice you yourself contributed to the circumstance

8:09 AM  
Blogger Moulton said...

Injustice is rampant in the culture. Most people don't translate such experiences into art or literature. At best, they might confide such experiences to a close friend, pastor, or shrink, or otherwise silently drown their sorrows in palliative organic substances. Of all these alternatives, I prefer the creative arts. For one thing, it's a lot cheaper than therapy.

4:20 PM  

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