Facing Life Head-On, S2 Ep10: Reproductive Racism

Uploaded on Jan 23, 2008

Is there a hidden racist agenda behind Planned Parenthood's services? This episode covers two college students quest to find out the answer.

LiveActionFilms: Planned Parenthood Manipulative Counseling

Video and blurb from YouTube channel LiveActionFilms.

Uploaded on Nov 9, 2007

Santa Monica Planned Parenthood employee tells 15 year old impregnated by 23 year old that if she could "do it again" regarding her 17 year old son, "I would not continue the pregnancy."

LiveActionFilms: Planned Parenthood Covers Up Statutory Rape

Video and blurb from YouTube channel LiveActionFilms.

Uploaded on Nov 9, 2007

Planned Parenthood of LA tells abortion-seeking 15 year old girl impregnated by 23 year old rapist "boyfriend" to "figure out a birthdate that works, and I don't know anything."

MassResistance: Homosexual activists violate special-needs student, daughter of MassResistance staffer.

NJO: James O'Keefe "admires the work" of anti-LGBT hate group MassResistance, or at least that's what he told them in March 2010 when he had to turn down a speaking engagement at their annual banquet.

So let's take a look at some of their work.

On this day:

Homosexual activists violate special-needs student, daughter of MassResistance staffer.

High school involved. Also Boston Globe reporter.

Persuaded vulnerable girl to "come out" as a lesbian on homosexual website -- for their propaganda advantage.

This is the kind of thing the homosexual movement does in schools across Massachusetts. It is pure evil.

ACTON, MASSACHUSETTS (NOV. 7, 2007) Homosexual activists - possibly in cooperation with school staff -- have viciously targeted a 17-year-old special-needs student, the daughter of Amy Contrada, a MassResistance staffer.  (It's outrageous that a parent is now forced to reveal once-private information in order to stop this assault.)
Claudia Contrada was born in Korea and was adopted by Amy and her husband as an infant. Claudia's special needs include psychological/emotional issues and learning disabilities. Amy and her husband had Claudia enrolled in private parochial schools until her special needs exceeded those schools' abilities to deal with them. Thus, in seventh grade, they had no choice but to enroll Claudia in the Acton-Boxborough public school system.
But Claudia is talented in singing and especially acting. She has a beautiful voice and a fantastic memory for lines and lyrics. She has won awards for her acting. Her therapists said that Claudia's participation in the school's drama program is directly related to treatment of her special needs.

Pro-homosexual, violent play

This year the high school decided to have the drama club perform "The Laramie Project", a very objectionable pro-homosexual, anti-Christian play filled with profanity and extreme violence. Last summer, Amy met with school officials and also the drama board and begged them to choose a different play, citing Claudia's vulnerabilities. They responded very coldly, and refused to consider it. (We will be posting the audio recording of one of the meetings.)
Given her educational and social needs, it was extremely important for Claudia to be in the drama program this fall. Although it was distressing and painful to the family, it was decided to let her be in the play. The school had placed the family in a no-win situation.

Students For Life: Build a Cardboard Cemetery of the Innocents

Video and blurb from YouTube channel studentsforlife.

Uploaded on Sep 3, 2007

Pro-life college students can learn how to make and display a cardboard cemetery of the innocents set in this video featuring UCLA student, former SFLA intern, and pro-life activist Lila Rose.

Contracts ironic bowtie

[...]

And the reformers have won largely, especially at more orthodox law schools, where races are probably represented exactly as they would be throughtout the general population, professors old fashioned socratic methods are watered down by Deans Circles and Queer Groups and reform-facilitators who can't handle a man in a suit telling them their wrong.

[...]

NJO: Originally posted on the blog Feathers of Steel at liberabit.blogspot.com. The only surviving pieces of this post that I could find were 1) the title, surely incomplete - possibly some kind of listing-off of things that Real!James was finding irksome about law school, unless a "contracts ironic bowtie" is an actual self-contained thing I just haven't heard of and 2) the above sentence, creatively spelled and grammared as it is. As for the date, yes, it's from August 2007, but the day is conjecture. Credit for saving this goes to "goodidealist" in this post on The Daily Kos.

Update: Duh. The title simply denotes in present tense the action of contracting a bowtie that is being worn ironically. Of course. Just seeing that now.

Update: Hey, how about the racism in this snippet though? That is some primo racism going on there, just real straightforward, open-and-shut, shave-my-head-and-call-me-Heinz racism. You know how racists with aspirations to respectability usually try to hide it somewhat, with code words and shit? And right here he's just letting it all hang out. Of course, we can't know the full context of that sentence. But I bet it would just turn out to be a bigger load of whiny-faced racism-tinged shit.

Northern Arizona University Borderline

NJO: Video and blurb from James O'Keefe's personal YouTube account at http://www.youtube.com/user/featherofsteel‎. It takes place during his days as a field rep for Morton Blackwell's Leadership Institute.

Uploaded on Apr 23, 2007

Associate Dean Arthur Farmer of Northern Arizona University assaults student protestors and calls the police because he disagrees with their views on illegal immigration

Equal Rights Amendment

NJO: Video and caption from James O'Keefe's personal YouTube account at http://www.youtube.com/user/featherofsteel‎.

Uploaded on Mar 29, 2007

A peaceful pro-life protestor's sign is ripped up at the reintroduction of the Equal Rights Amendment.

James O'Keefe shows up at a meeting of Rutgers University Student Assembly

RUSA President David Cole called the police on CENTURION founder James O’Keefe on February 13th, this time, for “Disrupting” (attending) a “closed-body” (illegal) meeting.

Cole (and the lawyer he forked over) must be “sourd-muet” to N.J.S.A. 10:4-6 to 10:4-*2, which establishes the right of all citizens to attend meetings at which any business affecting the public is discussed or acted upon.

Rutgers police officer Paul F. Fischer did show up, kindly asking the suspect in mention to leave. But not before remarking, in confidence to James, “If you weren’t that guy from the CENTURION I’d have you in handcuffs. I’ve seen the online videos and I’m a huge fan, so I’ll let you go.” We’ll have the video up soon to prove it.

*Veritas vos Liberabit*... Such a motto rings very true here.

Originally printed in The Centurion, March 2007 issue, printed March 2, 2007. The video of this happening is nowhere to be found on the web.

James' Facebook Friends, September 2006

Added Friends

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  Ned Andrews
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  Ben Abel
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  Christopher Joshua Arndt
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  Kyle Bristow
  (NJO: >>>>>A White Nationalist.<<<<<)
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  Steve Gherebean
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  Fidel Manuel Palenzuela
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  Joe Luppino-Esposito
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  Andrew T. Lamar
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  Emily Greyard Mitchell
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  Ryan Walker
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  Jonathan Mason
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  Ross Cowling

The American Flag at Rutgers: The Shame of Old Glory

THE SHAME OF OLD GLORY

By: David J. Maxham III

Last week, along with some fellow students[*], I went to Old Queens to ask if the Rutgers administration would consider putting American flags in classrooms. While I’m still not sure if we were surprised or if we expected the response that we got, it was saddening nonetheless.

 On our way to Old Queens, we interviewed students on the street at random. Without exception, each agreed that the American flag should have a place in the classrooms of Rutgers’ hallowed halls. And really, why not? As one girl put it, “Well, it is the State University...”

 Our first visit was to Assistant Dean Julie A. Traxler, who told us that she felt putting up the flag was “a bad idea” and that our time would be better spent on “other things.” Dean Traxler was quick to change the subject once we told her that we knew individuals that were ready and willing to pay for the flags. Incredibly, she expressed her dismay that there were people out there willing to fund flag in classrooms, but not our Rutgers sports programs. Horrors!

 Next we spoke to Brian T. Rose, Assistant to Gregory Blimling, Vice President of Student Affairs at Rutgers. When I asked if we could hang American flags in classrooms, Mr. Rose didn’t miss a beat. “I don’t think so... but I’m willing to check into it for you.” Mr. Rose’s immediate logic was such: if one student group – for example, students who love America – put up an American flag, then that opens the floodgate to any other group – like the terrorism apologists at NJ Solidarity – to display a “message” of their choice. Or, as Mr. Rose put it, “Do we make our classrooms available for people to put up whatever message they want?” That’s an interesting question, albeit rhetorical.

 Apparently Mr. Rose hasn’t been in a lot of classrooms recently, because many lecture halls and rooms are littered with posters and flyers, some of questionable and possibly offensive content, many of which have nothing to do with the subject taught in those rooms. Never mind the fact that courts have already ruled on the issue, finding that the American flag in and of itself does not constitute a distinct message belonging exclusively to one or another group or entity. It’s too bad people like Mr. Rose live in a world called Academia, a world that lives by its own rules, infringed upon by no external authority, least of all an authority that might disagree with Academia’s radical – and often anti-American – worldview.

 We also paid a visit to Dean Michael Stillwagon, whose response included the brilliant deduction that with the American flag, “there’s an issue of propagandaing [sic].” Bad grammar aside, the notion that the American flag, minus any additional text or images, comprises “propaganda” is so mind-numbingly stupid that it hardly deserves a response. However, considering that this mindset seems to permeate the Rutgers faculty, my response is forthcoming.

 For two hundred and thirty years, Americans have fought and died under the American flag. It was a symbol against British colonial oppression, and for the more than two centuries that followed, it was a unifying symbol for the millions upon millions of immigrants that came to this country – my own ancestors included. Our soldiers are buried with the flag, and the flag adorns every institution that makes our great Republic function. The flag doesn’t belong to any political party, any race or class, any sectarian ideology, any private club.

 In short, the American flag belongs to all of us; according to the Supreme Court, even desecrating the flag is protected by the ideals of liberty the flag represents. For any official, either in the government or at our beloved alma mater, to eschew display of the one thing that all Americans have in common ought to be a matter of scandal and shame. Let’s end the politically correct garbage, and return Old Glory to a place of honor in our classrooms and in our consciousness.

NJO: Originally published in the September 2006 issue of The Centurion.

* Also James O'Keefe, who by this point was no longer a student, at Rutgers anyway.

The Robert E. Taft Club Debates: Race and Conservatism

to do

http://web.archive.org/web/20061005083604/http://www.roberttaft.org/

http://web.archive.org/web/20061023055956/http://www.amren.com/media/Race-Cons/Race-Cons.htm

Dixie

 
Special thanks to the 4000 dollar 60 inch HDTV monitor LI bought me to produce and edit movies.

NJO: Originally posted on the blog Feathers of Steel at liberabit.blogspot.com. "LI" is The Leadership Institute. There was probably a bit more to this post, but the above title and sentence or sentence fragment are the only bits of it I could glean from the webs. Credit here goes to "wanderindiana" in this post on Daily Kos.

The matter of the Leadership Institute's role in providing James with video equipment is dealt with in further detail in this 2009 blog post (mirrored here) by Ben Wetmore.

The relevant paragraph:

"All the good things at the Institute while I was there happened despite the management, or by going around them. I was nearly fired, as was my boss Cong. Steve Stockman, for buying the initial video equipment that James used. It was a maddening place to work, frustrated by reality, exasperated by managerial incompetence but buoyed by hope and ideology that kept people working in the worst of circumstances usually until they were forcibly expelled."

The title of this post - either "Dixie" or "Dixie Special" - could therefore possibly be some sort of reference to Steve Stockman and/or Ben Wetmore, who are both from Texas.

The Man in Bogota

It's wrong to reprint books online, but I just started reading Hempel, I read this very short story today. It has spiritual implications. I felt the urge to share it, so here it is. It's minimalist, which means the entire book is 243 words long. It's written in condensed format, summarzing complicated ideas and vast amounts of time in a few words. Enjoy


The Man in Bogota

by Amy Hempel,

The police and emergency service people fail to make a dent. The voice of the pleading spouse does not have the hoped-for effect. The woman remains on the ledge – though not, she threatens, for long.I imagine that I am the one who must talk the woman down. I see it, and it happens like this.I tell the woman about a man in Bogota. He was a wealthy man, an industrialist who was kidnapped and held for ransom. It was not a TV drama; his wife could not call the bank and, in twenty-four hours, have one million dollars. It took months. The man had a heart condition, and the kidnappers had to keep the man alive.Listen to this, I tell the woman on the ledge. His captors made him quit smoking. They changed his diet and made him exercise every day. They held him that way for three months.When the ransom was paid and the man was released, his doctor looked him over. He found the man to be in excellent health. I tell the woman what the doctor said then – that the kidnap was the best thing to happen to that man.Maybe this is not a come-down-from-the-ledge story. But I tell it with the thought that the woman on the ledge will ask herself a question, the question that occurred to that man in Bogota.

He wondered how we know that what happens to us isn’t good.


NJO: Originally posted on the blog Feathers of Steel at liberabit.blogspot.com.

Illiteracy Count: 2

1. summarzing
2. Enjoy [no period] 

Here's to you Zach

A tribute to my friend


Once upon a time an outsider was led by a strange being through time and space to an alternative paradise on earth.

In this paradise people spoke the language of the swaying trees and were capable of understanding their intense love. They spoke to those trees and looked at the stars, and talked about the stars to each other with an immense knowledge that was higher and deeper than any scientific knowledge could fathom. These people were unconcerned about how they were perceived – they had an incredible gift to not incite jealousy and envy in the outsiders who interacted with them, for, the people that lived in this alternative paradise came so close to being altruistic that they made the outside braggart and liar kiss their feet and cry tears of amazement – perhaps most amazing to the outsider that interacted with the people in this paradise was how they were not tempted to impress or impart himself; to boast or forcefully show off whatever relatively small talents or knowledge he had. In short, the love in Paradise to the outsider was immediately contagious, and all around was an environment of service. The people did not worship, but were constantly aware of an uninterrupted living union with the Universe at large. Their love was a song of appreciation for nature, earth and sea. The words they used were almost unimportant, trivial, or maybe beyond the grasp of reason. No matter, the meaning behind them somehow sank unconsciously deeper and deeper into the hearts of outsiders. And the harmony was enchanting and beautiful and so intensely true. They were playful, high-spirited with gentle, self-sufficient, and contemplative rapture, even when confronted with death.

after some time, the outsider does, in fact, manage to corrupt the people in paradise – they begin to understand the lie, from that, know sorrow and treat shame as a virtue. Isolation brings about injustice which in turn brings about law. Alliances and countries form as proportion and harmony begins to weaken. Finally, suffering is glory. The outsider, aware he had caused all this just by being around the people for some time, witnessing this evolution over thousands for years, demands to be crucified – for sorrow and martyrdom entered his soul with such force he was uncourageous, incapable of killing himself – for it felt like he was already dying.

Then the outsider awakes, all this was, simply, a dream. And who was once a ridiculous man who wallowed like a nihilist through life imagining the world as place only his conscience, now a man who knows the truth. The Truth: People can be happy and beautiful without loosing their ability to live on earth. That truth can be so simply realized: simply by loving thy neighbor as thyself. And that was only in his dream. As such it is a living image of hope that leads a previously ridiculous man on the right path, even if such a dream can not be put into words or communicated to others, It can be realized immediately, the world could be rearranged in an hour, if only we truly wanted it to be - only if we loved our neighbor.

The incredibly poignant and somber existentialist allegory aforementioned is Fyodor Dostoevsky’s The Dream of a Ridiculous Man. 

I’m going to be honest, and say that after I read “The Dream of a Ridiculous Man” I cried.

I cried for someone I consider my friend, Zach. I’ve always believed that in life you count your friends with your fingers. Zach has always been non-envious, non-scornful, non-lying breed. Truly supportive, truly joyful truly appreciative, all-embracing love for that which is around him. But it does not matter what his relation to me was when I cried just then. My tears of joy, though not sad, were excruciating – I anguished because I felt touched in a contemptuous world that hasn’t allowed me to be, in my moment of vulnerability, but protected privacy, I experienced true love for a friend, the real love, and for the briefest of moments with that love I realized his words, “too busy spending too much time placing consciousness above living, too busy placing knowledge above happiness, too busy dismissing states of happiness as fairy tales” – it was not elitism, I was intimidated by this love, so much so that I bowed my head down in a sort of shame as the tears fell to the desk. And what was my intense feeling of love for Zach in that beautiful moment? A sort of fond appreciation of who he was, and how he was, how he to me represented the people in the place Dostoevsky describes. Someone who truly does love thy neighbor – who looks out for others, who has indeed reached out to me. And as I, James O’Keefe, wandered through Rutgers, from a Freshman year ridiculous-man roommate who scorned and lied, I stumbled into somewhat of an angel disguised as Zach. I cried also because hopefully this will enable me to look for the good in all people, all it takes is a desire to choose to serve, to be virtuous. And I have only a couple true friends, people like Zach, I cried because I realized their truly beautiful qualities are disguised to the world and as a result, unappreciated, maybe because people like us are too busy feeling ashamed, maybe because us outsiders are too caught up in the wrong impressions of dress, style, manner, or taste, that beauty becomes wrongly relative – maybe because good people truly are aloof (most beautiful people have a tendency to be) that we take for granted our potential best friend: a person who is wise, who cares, who gives. We surround ourselves not with our friends but with those who are powerful, witty or attractive. While these qualities may overlap, they are not correlated with what we know to be true.

After my moment of intense tears, it was like I was before without much of the fervent passion I had acquired in that intense moment, it was then I realized living like the person I admired was simple, but not easy. For a heterosexual man to love a woman neighbor without sexual thoughts, or to love a man without being accused of being gay, in this world, is tough. All the more reason to look up to the men that are capable of feeling it all the time – that are capable of being too busy loving to even care about what we think of them.

So here’s to you Zach.

A man who never once thought about himself – and to someone that studies how to be a better person, focuses on truth rather than form. Although me met each other recently, I have never known someone so selfless and so decent. You're one of the more honest and sincere people I've ever met. And thankfully, I got to know you well. I've never been happier with you as my roommate. It's just a pleasure to be with, you are a positive, optimistic, person - and one that made my Rutgers experience a positive one.

Once we got past the politics, or the quarrels, debates, funny as they were, I got to see the real man, still entrenched in his beliefs, his passions, such as LBJ, but having “good times” all around.

I can not tell you how proud of you I am. you are going to graduate school, graduated with highest honors and part of Phi Beta Kappa amongst other awards. I know that one day you will achieve your dream (you've probably already achieved a few) and change from the little engine that could to the little engine that did - and your students and the university you teach at will be better for it. And for one of the first times, I am not envious, I am truly happy for all that you are.

You are an example to the world, and you will make the world proud.

Your friend,

James

NJO: Originally posted on the blog Feathers of Steel at liberabit.blogspot.com.

Tolerate This

By James O’Keefe

Note: This is an authentic “slam” poem written in the Winter of 2003 in my passionate, reactionary response to Annie DiFranco.

It is to be performed in the spoken-word/hip-hop format.

Very few people at Rutgers are about to agree with what I have to say

But because you believe in acceptance and diversity

I’m ‘bout to say it anyway

You think you’re all Peace?

You think I’m all war?

You don’t know what it is we’re fighting for

It’s kill or be killed and we’ve been killed before

You don’t seem to understand the fundamentals of war

Like anxious butterflies behind closed doors

You imply utopia, logic you ignore

You disagree with dieing hard likes its

Some choice to make

You defy society like it’s some claim to stake

Hurry up and bitch because tolerance won’t wait

But we can’t let impatient hippies determine our fate

You blame this nation

For what madmen have done

On the Eleventh of September, 2001

You Support Palestine

But ignore about their laughter

Emanating from their celebrating the hating of Jews and destruction of America

On the day after

You use shady language and class dividers

You label suicide bombers as “freedom-fighters.”

You’re pro-harmony but never stop causing noise

Still

Against Capital

Against Capital punishment

Against Capitalism

On the Steps of Capitol

Hill

Sometimes it seems from your unpatriotic screams

You’d rather be in chains

In a Communist nation where a dictator reigns

Your ignorance just thrives when you describe

Bush as a Texas cowboy running astray

You stereotype him so I can stereotype you

Smoking weed and drinking your double cappuccino latte

How does it feel?

Just deal

No blood for oil but gas prices to high for sale

No tax cuts but stash the cashed check in the mail

You won’t make sacrifice for homeland protection

You often question but never offer suggestions

You’re in constant defense of criminals somehow

You persecute people for not being politically correct

Who’s hypocritical now!

You make up slogans and accusations

Believe anecdotes without a single citation

Brand me a racist with an agenda to gain

Hand me your bluff but I’m tough not insane

You spit on our honor cause division and pain

When you say the victims died in vain

Sitting on your pedestal of judgment

So-called “tolerance,” progressive, cosmopolitan, comfortably, cool, seriously doubting

Whining and pouting

Shouting against Inequality for the disunited States

And rising crime rates

You don’t care about the cause, just want the effect

You Dine in the paradigm the military you hate is trying to protect

You think I wouldn’t die for this country you’re wrong

I realize America’s where I belong

So you can stab me with your words

Protest me to the ground

Call me a fascist, racist, selfish clown

But I wont’ let hypocrites put me down

I’m American and I realize how fortunate you are

Why your teacher made you salute those stripes and stars

It’s ok to criticize but think before you speak

Think about the rights you have

What happens when the shuttle crashes?

Instant gratification

No more space exploration

We put a man on the moon 40 years ago

But now it’s too soon to send

A man into space?

A slap in the face

Of our imperialist plot to conquer a lot

Don’t rebuild the WTC higher

Simply build a tiny spire

It’s time to abandon all structural endeavors

Hide under our beds and cover our heads

Like the sissies you are

Don’t salute those stripes and stars

Fire Bill Maher

Because he told us we’re cowards

And we’re afraid that we are

We all care about our civil liberties being taken away

But only some parts of the constitution are ok

Not the electoral college part?

It works both ways doesn’t it?

The FBI, CIA should have done its job then

Its got all the evidence now

But you don’t care

You want infinite proof there

You wouldn’t sacrifice one fraction

To Save Millions of lives and when

Those lives are lost you blame those who didn’t take action!

The least I can do is ask you

TO not use sugar coated language and abuse our sensitivity

Our communication

Please do not call killing babies equipping young women with a choice

Don’t defy those who protect us

You’re making the enemy rejoice

It’s easy to hate

To accuse me that I discriminate

But to those who raise their fists

Answer me this

When the bomb is dropped by Iran (rhyme with bomb)

You look up and see the mushroom cloud

In the Sky

With forgotten rebelliousness and futile messages at your side

The day, when perfect hindsight is suddenly all around

And a billion tear drops fall to the ground

The day when you look into your child’s eyes and have to explain

More innocents have died

And your pedestal, your ability to be free is taken away

Then you’ll see something other than a President’s blue blood royalty

Tell me THEN your opposed to war

And the reasons for which we’re fighting for

Tell me THEN we’re imperialist clowns

Who operate on fallacious grounds

So if it’s true, your division’s still tall

Then perhaps the most powerful truth of all

Is you’d look the families in the face

Tell them one-by-shun

You helped cause another 9/11,

2001.

NJO: Originally posted on the blog Feathers of Steel at liberabit.blogspot.com.

Illiteracy Count: 9

1. Annie DiFranco
2. dieing hard
3. like its Some choice (apostrophe?)
4. gas prices to high for sale
5. Who's hypocritical now! (question mark?)
6. our honor cause division (comma?)
7. die for this country you're wrong (comma?)
8. wont’
9. Its got (apostrophe?)