A New Racial Profiling

The Dragon's Breath

Call me crazy … but I've never come across … an experience of racial profiling … that truly reflects … the sense of that group's individual qualities.  Nor have I truly accepted my experience of the Indic identity in my racial group. Its an issue that's gone on for years with me … sometimes producing the most irascible sensations of self contradictions. But I had a breakthrough recently … and I would like to attempt capturing that … in expression … to the extent it allows me to do so.

 

The issue is simple … the mind revolves around factual natures … and the body … in a full extension of itself … dreams. And in the association of a man with a woman … the way that I've experienced it with the ex-wife … certain issues become clear … but to probe it further … has felt like a man playing scientist in the house. So I had left it … without prying.

 

But after about ten years … of being separated from the old dragon … it occurs to me … that racial profile identities … are exactly that … the bestiality of dragons … that sport the horns of a goat … body of a snake … skin tissue like fish … face like a cow … and feet like eagles. And then it occurred to me why … I've been bleeding all over my sleeves … without coming to a rest on the issue of humanity.

 

I wish I could say … I found the material in an old Baltimore church or something … because it introduces something to our senses … that defies our established notions of racial groups. But here it is … why if God permitted the individual vanity of man … in the racial pride of experience … didn't he also ensure that … even in our division … we continue to identify with parts of other groups … as our personal identity. Certainly the issue today is taken up more as a case for division … than it is of union.

 

I found the cues … for such a suggestion in my dietary habits. On the days when I'm fighting the whole world … I go for a burger. When I seek companionship … I step into an Indic restaurant. For the association of a community … that's uniform and orderly … I go for something Chinese. And when I feel the communion with the almighty … I'm trying the hot chilies … of the Malay. Its a pattern I've been sensing … for some time now … and it sits just perfect with my disposition.

 

I seemed to recall … how the ex-wife was a picture of contradiction … about beauty and reason. She'll deny any suggestion about her vanity … and often went to great pains to hide it … yet she'll always refer to the fact that American girls … generally have the best body for a bikini. On being sensible … she showed a bias towards the Chinese … and would glow with a light on the face … when we are sitting in like company.

 

Then there's the appreciation … for men who stand up for what's true about themselves … even if that meant death. And for that … she brings a curious side glance at … Muslim men … in the neighborhood. Her preference for male proprietary behavior … is to say the least fastidious. She thought me cocky … I think … even when I brought myself … to prove … my outrageous suggestions … sometimes. But Caucasian men were to her true gentlemen … combining the qualities of gentleness … with what works.

 

I've been racking my communication skills … to find a way … to put this in a sensible suggestion … and finally gave up. So here's the cocky version. In a perfect world … that resides in my mind … my mother is a Chinese individual … and I'm her thinking … reasoning son. Her boy … lean and fair of face … is a quick initiator of issues … and reminds me of Vishnu of the Puranas. His mother is a Muslim lady who dreams of perfection. Her birth son … is the father the Caucasian mother never had … patient … understanding on all issues … and always there for the lady's needs.

 

The Caucasian man is of course the son … to the Indic mother … who loves the spritely activity that he brings … gently. And she is the mother … the Caucasian never had … in the way she dotes on her son. The one exception to this experience is the African … but I have to say … I can't account for a divisional sensation in their experiences …  other than to refer to an experience of the body of oneness … in which identity doesn't seem to matter very much.

 

And there it is … the famous Indic search for unity in diversity and vice-versa.  Its always been curious to me why the tonnes of material … they came up with … couldn't point to a possibility … of such an experience of oneness in our lives … other than to refer to their ' world family idea ' as made in heaven. But there's another source for inquiring minds on the issue.

 

The early experience of the Scythians … breaks down into several smaller groups … in subtle shades of differences … that doesn't leave us a great deal to go on with. But it was the great division of the human races … that we see today … in different tones of colors. In it … one encounters … the Cimmerians ...Auchatae ... Catiaroi ... Traspians and Paralatae … whose lifestyles may simply have been tribal … but reflect a difference in dreams and mind … in their dispositions.

 

Isis complained about her husband … being sorted out into parts … by Seth … and the parts distributed all over the world. I think about that … and the way our early experiences … first indicated a division … in our natural union of being. Today … we seek that same understanding … in the studies on DNA. But here … in the company of poets … and authors … the view expresses itself in human insight … and the extent family experiences … language … and our daily lives … adds up to allow for a view of such possibilities.