In the next few days the City of Boulder will celebrate its arts’ and women’s weeks simultaneously, which gives rise to several questions regarding the slogans, ‘I support the arts,’ and ‘I support women’s week’ and what is meant by those sentiments.
If we are speaking of women’s rights and accomplishments, are we also examining the entire influence of the feminist psyche on the cultural and legal landscape, or are we just looking at the superficially good, and leaving the shadowy aspects of the feminist movement for another day?
For example, in the Hindu culture they celebrate the goddess Kali, which is an abstract idea of a deity that personifies the darker forces in the feminine psyche. She’s a world destroyer, a goddess of the traumatic, she is the goddess of death, time, and doomsday, and is associated with sex and violence. She is also the visage of feminine energy, creativity, and change. She has her good side as that of protector mother, but the visage of her counterpoint is that of a sword wielding, head chopping-off, four-armed deity with a necklace and belt made of severed heads, and she is often posed standing on Shiva. The context of the symbolic metaphor is that she is about to destroy the Universe and Shiva calms her by lying at her feet.
This is how the Hindus celebrate at least some aspects of the feminine psyche. Can we do that too? Is Boulder, its café society anyway, able to keep two or more views of the female psyche in mind simultaneously, can they walk and chew gum at the same time? Can they conceive of the psyche of a Kali, or a Medusa in their presence, walking about the city and holding down a regular gig? What if I told you there was such a creature running Boulder Aquatics? What if I could prove it beyond a doubt? What would Boulder’s sloganeers think of that turn of events? What would they think if she were a Medusa, or a Chimera, or a neighbor?
This brings us to celebrating the work of the artist; which in my view is the community’s shamanistic arbiter of a sort, tapped into the collective subconscious and guiding spirit of the culture. What is his or her role in maintaining the psychic health of the community?
This argument then brings us to my work, which sits astride those two fault lines, as it should. As an artist I wonder if the people of Boulder can take in the complexity of the female psyche in all its varied manifestations. For instance, let’s talk about the Family Law area of the current system of jurisprudence. Did you know Family Law is a ‘quasi’-legal branch of the law that starts with the presumption of guilt of the respondent? Did you know that common criminals, rapists, murderers, and even pedophiles, have more rights than do respondents in family law cases? Did you know Protection Orders fall into this category, and that the mere accusation of any kind of alleged misconduct alone can land you with a lifetime record, even if the case was never proven in a civil hearing? Can the intelligencia of the town entertain the idea that feminism as an ideology embedded in Family Law has overtaken due process, and still hold onto the sacred feminine?
My point is that as an artist I was publicly smeared by a slur campaign instigated by Ms. Cole, the director of Boulder Aquatics at the time, over stories I’d written about Boulder North. And that criminal act was finished off in a reputation-killing hearing in family law court. I was literally taken to court over what I’d written, thought crimes, which no one was forced to read, and thereby acquired a lifetime smear record based on a mere accusation; no witnesses, not even a cogent narrative. Where does that leave me as an artist forced to self-censor? Where does that leave the City of Boulder as it celebrates its artist’s, and its feminist harpies, and their impact on the cultural life of the city?
Let it be known that women fight by ruining reputations, this fact is backed up with decades of work in behavioral psychology, men conversely resort to physical violence, just for the record, so that Ms. Cole’s way of being malevolent toward me, and what I was writing about her operation, was an attempt to ruin my reputation and thereby the impact of my words; a slander, the smear of a scandal.
And now we come back to those slogans, ‘I support the Arts,’ and ‘I support Women’s Week’ and you have to ask yourselves if what I am saying is true, then what are we to make of the situation?
If Family Law is ‘quasi’-legal mumbo jumbo, and supporting the artist means hearing or seeing things that are not always pleasant to the eye or ear, as in me writing about Ms. Cole’s mobbing, and consistently pointing out for over two years that Judge Stavley ran a kangaroo court, then I contend it’s essential to the community to really mean both slogans, with some accountability in this case, in order to maintain its cultural health and legitimacy.
Otherwise what you end up with is an art and women’s week that is self-censored and tailored for banal ideological tastes; curated for an urban professional class that lacks the imagination to free themselves of the manipulated moral reality of a feminist political correctness that has overtaken the rule of law. Without the inclusion of a critical perspective on the matters of women and art, the perspective of the other, the outlier, the artist, this current celebration will be nothing less than faux art, kitsch camp, tromp l’oeil.
Enclosed you will find the preface and epilogue of my next book, The Epic Adventures of Prince Ralphie in Northern Italy, and it is as good as any fantasy fiction Tolkien or C.S. Lewis ever wrote, and that is going to leave those who tried to smear me with more evidence against them. I didn’t ask for this fight; it all started with a Kali, a Medusa, a woman, Ms. Cole; and was carried forth by Mr. Stavley, the perfect virtue signaling, politically correct beta male, for her attempted castration of my creativity. My truth is my art.
Can the intelligencia of Boulder, I use the word generously, contemplate its own psychic shadow in weaponizing its own thought police as per my book, Coulder North, a Writer’s Guide to the Horrific Feminine, or are they going to buy into the entropy of imagination dulled-out like so much cultural mush by the Pecan Street Merchants Association, and the Daily Camera, and the Weakly, and the City Council, and the CJS as they try to bring into reality a dystopian dizzneyland for culturally challenged urban professionals.
Robert Gerard, proud father of Prince Ralphie
Authored
- Café 66
- Coulder North, a Writer’s Guide to the Horrific Feminine
- The Epic Adventures of Prince Ralphie
- The Epic The Epic Adventures of Prince Ralphie in Renaissance Italy
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