Their time is up – Oprah Winfrey

“For too long, women have not been heard or believed if they dare speak the truth to the power of those men. But their time is up. Their time is up.”

“I want all of the girls watching here now to know, that a new day is on the horizon.

And when that new day finally dawns, it will be because of a lot of magnificent women, many of whom are right here in this room tonight, and some pretty phenomenal men, fighting hard to make sure that they become the leaders who take us to the time when nobody ever has to say, ‘me too’ again.”


Oprah Winfrey accepts the 2018 Cecil B. de Mille award at the Golden Globes ceremony jan 2018

Full transcript:

 In 1964, I was a little girl sitting on the linoleum floor of my mother’s house in Milwaukee watching Anne Bancroft present the Oscar for best actor at the 36th Academy Awards. She opened the envelope and said five words that literally made history: “The winner is Sidney Poitier.” Up to the stage came the most elegant man I had ever seen. I remember his tie was white, and of course his skin was black, and I had never seen a black man being celebrated like that. I tried many, many times to explain what a moment like that means to a little girl, a kid watching from the cheap seats as my mom came through the door bone tired from cleaning other people’s houses. But all I can do is quote and say that the explanation in Sidney’s performance in “Lilies of the Field”:
“Amen, amen, amen, amen.”

In 1982, Sidney received the Cecil B. DeMille award right here at the Golden Globes and it is not lost on me that at this moment, there are some little girls watching as I become the first black woman to be given this same award. It is an honor — it is an honor and it is a privilege to share the evening with all of them and also with the incredible men and women who have inspired me, who challenged me, who sustained me and made my journey to this stage possible. Dennis Swanson who took a chance on me for “A.M. Chicago.” Quincy Jones who saw me on that show and said to Steven Spielberg, “Yes, she is Sophia in ‘The Color Purple.'” Gayle who has been the definition of what a friend is, and Stedman who has been my rock — just a few to name.

I want to thank the Hollywood Foreign Press Association because we all know the press is under siege these days. We also know it’s the insatiable dedication to uncovering the absolute truth that keeps us from turning a blind eye to corruption and to injustice. To — to tyrants and victims, and secrets and lies. I want to say that I value the press more than ever before as we try to navigate these complicated times, which brings me to this: what I know for sure is that speaking your truth is the most powerful tool we all have. And I’m especially proud and inspired by all the women who have felt strong enough and empowered enough to speak up and share their personal stories. Each of us in this room are celebrated because of the stories that we tell, and this year we became the story.

But it’s not just a story affecting the entertainment industry. It’s one that transcends any culture, geography, race, religion, politics, or workplace. So I want tonight to express gratitude to all the women who have endured years of abuse and assault because they, like my mother, had children to feed and bills to pay and dreams to pursue. They’re the women whose names we’ll never know. They are domestic workers and farm workers. They are working in factories and they work in restaurants and they’re in academia, engineering, medicine, and science. They’re part of the world of tech and politics and business. They’re our athletes in the Olympics and they’re our soldiers in the military.

And there’s someone else, Recy Taylor, a name I know and I think you should know, too. In 1944, Recy Taylor was a young wife and mother walking home from a church service she’d attended in Abbeville, Alabama, when she was abducted by six armed white men, raped, and left blindfolded by the side of the road coming home from church. They threatened to kill her if she ever told anyone, but her story was reported to the NAACP where a young worker by the name of Rosa Parks became the lead investigator on her case and together they sought justice. But justice wasn’t an option in the era of Jim Crow. The men who tried to destroy her were never persecuted. Recy Taylor died ten days ago, just shy of her 98th birthday. She lived as we all have lived, too many years in a culture broken by brutally powerful men. For too long, women have not been heard or believed if they dare speak the truth to the power of those men. But their time is up. Their time is up.

Their time is up. And I just hope — I just hope that Recy Taylor died knowing that her truth, like the truth of so many other women who were tormented in those years, and even now tormented, goes marching on. It was somewhere in Rosa Parks’ heart almost 11 years later, when she made the decision to stay seated on that bus in Montgomery, and it’s here with every woman who chooses to say, “Me too.” And every man — every man who chooses to listen.

In my career, what I’ve always tried my best to do, whether on television or through film, is to say something about how men and women really behave. To say how we experience shame, how we love and how we rage, how we fail, how we retreat, persevere and how we overcome. I’ve interviewed and portrayed people who’ve withstood some of the ugliest things life can throw at you, but the one quality all of them seem to share is an ability to maintain hope for a brighter morning, even during our darkest nights. So I want all the girls watching here, now, to know that a new day is on the horizon! And when that new day finally dawns, it will be because of a lot of magnificent women, many of whom are right here in this room tonight, and some pretty phenomenal men, fighting hard to make sure that they become the leaders who take us to the time when nobody ever has to say “Me too” again.

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Angry Inuk

The continued existence of Inuit peoples demonstrates their resilience – not only in the environment in which they call home but also, and as for many other Indigenous peoples of the world,  in face of the many hundreds of years of history of those seeking to impose the “benefits” of Western / European civilization  upon their way of life.

And it goes on, lest you believe colonialism ended, it simply takes different forms, some of which are cast in the spotlight in Angry Inuk, like those who live affluent lives in cosy apartments raising millions of dollars so that they can mount their moral high-horse and   decide how Arctic peoples must live their lives.

Angry Inuk is a remarkable documentary about remarkable people.

By design neglect or ignorance we continue to do our best to make their lives impossible when we would do well to be grateful that they manage to survive their environment and  and despite western civilization’s best efforts – because we need  to learn from them.

CBC is screening Angry Inuk this evening. [Schedules may vary]

If you can get to see it I very much doubt you will  regret the time you spend doing so and having your horizons broadened.
It you can’t then you can find it on itunes for few bucks.

This is the Synopsis from Vimeo
Seal hunting, a critical part of Inuit life, has been controversial for a long time. Now, a new generation of Inuit, armed with social media and their own sense of humour and justice, are challenging the anti-sealing groups and bringing their own voices into the conversation. Director Alethea Arnaquq-Baril joins her fellow Inuit activists as they challenge outdated perceptions of Inuit and present themselves to the world as a modern people in dire need of a sustainable economy.

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Nakoa Heavy Runner Warriors prayer – Ft. Supaman

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Three Movies One Dialogue

We are pleased to announce that in collaboration with community partners we are bringing to you a series of three events: Three Movies One Dialogue.

Three Independent movies sharing =different perspectives on human experiences clinicians call “serious mental illness” but you don’t have to.
Each event will also include a dialogue with invited guests and opportunity for questions.



One series, three evenings, three movie screenings, each movie independently produced, each screening including a panel of invited guests.

We invite you to a dialogue: a conversation with a centre and no sides, sharing many perspectives and world views on what often gets called “serious mental illness”.

Three Movies


HEALING VOICES is a feature-length documentary examining experiences commonly labeled as ‘psychosis’ or ‘mental illness’ in society, and a critical look at America’s broken mental health care system.

Director: PJ Moynihan





Crazy…or wise? Ancient wisdom of indigenous cultures often contradicts modern views about a mental health crisis. Is it a ‘calling’ to grow or just a ‘broken brain’? The documentary CRAZYWISE explores what can be learned from people around the world who have turned their psychological crisis into a positive transformative experience.

Director:  Phil Borges




An “illness” with no “cure”, the label schizophrenia has persisted for over a century. Toronto-based filmmaker Jonathan Balasz’s film offers multiple perspectives. Is “schizophrenia” hard science? Or an arbitrary, catch-all term with no real meaning? The film weaves a series of wide-ranging interviews with voice hearers, medical historians, anthropologists and psychiatrists from Britain and America, presenting different people’s views side-by-side. The result offers a tapestry of contrasting colours.

Director: Jonathan Balasz


Free – Reserve yours on Eventbrite.

Note:  Please Arrive by 6:45pm – after that we reserve the right to allocate unused spaced for first come, first in any rush line.

This series is brought to you by a community partnership between:

  • Grad Minds – UofT Graduate Students’ Union’s mental health committee,
  • Toronto branch of ISPS-US, International Society for Psychological and Social Approaches to Psychosis,
  • Recoverynetwork: Toronto. 

Community partners and co-hosts

Grad Minds is the mental Health Committee of University of Toronto Graduate Students Union.


ISPS-US Toronto branch.
International Society for Social and Psychological approaches to Psychosis Toronto.

Info Pack

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The screenings are free to attend: you can reserve your seat online Eventbrite.
[available soon]

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Team of Rival Zombie F#ckers

Millions of people hear voices – about 1,200,000,000 of us do so on a regular basis.

And there at least as many explanations we can choose from as the explanation that best fits our experience, or that best enables us to live our lives.

Here’s one of my favourites, it’s based on an idea from this book:
David Eagleman

The book tackles the nonsensical notion that we use only 10% of our brains, turns that on its head and sets out how we’re mostly not aware of just how much is going on in there – or as he calls it “under the hood”.

We are only aware of a small part of what does go on and this is perhaps part of a smart energy conservation strategy – we just couldn’t eat enough to fuel our brains to be aware of every thing, all the time.

Zombie Routines
One term he uses is “zombie routines” – you’ll be familiar with this by the example he uses is travelling to work, first time we’re very aware of what we’re doing, in time it becomes automatic and we have all kinds of thing occupying our mind other than what we do to get to work without being aware or really noticing- he calls these “zombie routines”.

William James talked of much the same kind of thing with more familiar term – zombie routine is a kind of habit – what we do unthinkingly, or without needing to pay full, conscious attention.

David Eagleman suggest that this is mostly how we operate- by zombie routines. Occasionally, two or more zombie routines conflict – and pop up into our consciousness so that part of us that we call “me” becomes aware, and can make a conscious choice, an executive decision.

Team of Rivals
In another chapter he borrows a term from Doris Kearns Goodwin’s famous biography of Lincoln – Team of Rivals in which she portrays how as President, Lincoln assembled his cabinet deliberately bringing together people with strongly held and very different perspectives,  his job being to hear them all and to make final decisions.

This article at big think suggests “you can be your own team of rivals” and consult with your own inner rivals.

“Abraham Lincoln was one of the presidents who best understood the fact that you need to surround yourself with advisors who aren’t just Yes Men, who aren’t just going to agree with everything you say. “

Eaglemann takes this idea and adds it to the Zombie Routines idea. Our job – meaning the conscious ‘I’ part of our experience – is to be Lincoln-like: aware of the conflicts that arise, learn when we need to get involved and learn to embrace the conflicts, the polyphony and many different perspectives – and to decide, to make a conscious choice from the zombie offerings.

Choose your zombie…

There are other undertandings and descriptions that describe something similar though with very different language and rarely involving zombies.

Team of  Rival Zombies
Or,  “Team of Rambunctious Rival Zombies”
Fits my lot perfectly.
The more so because, since we read Eaglemann’s book together, that’s exactly  how they refer to their collective selves.
“oi ! Zombie fucker”

What do yours call themselves ?

or if you prefer…
how do the voices that only you hear “self – identify?”

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Pain is strange…

Pain is strange. A cat killing a bird, a car accident, a fire…. Pain arrives, BANG, and there it is, it sits on you. It’s real. And to anybody watching, you look foolish. Like you’ve suddenly become an idiot. There’s no cure for it unless you know somebody who understands how you feel, and knows how to help.

Charles Bukowski

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The Trap – A Peculiar Kind of Freedom

Adam Curtis’ three-part documentary: The Trap

…tells a tale of early days of what we have these days come to call “neoliberalism”. Drawing as it does on BBC Archives of the time it focuses on the peculiarly British version then called Thatcherism, and its entangled twin Reaganism. There are many threads carefully entwined together here and many players in the cast and few come out in a good light.

Many folks critique psychiatry for serving a “neoliberal agenda”.  This telling sheds light on how psychiatry is one of pillars upon which that neo-liberal agenda is built and without which it couldn’t exist.

You’ll see R.D. Laing, David Rosenhan having fun sticking out their tongues at psychiatry and changing bugger all  beyond providing further grist to the mill for psychiatry to go further down the route it had already chosen: scientismification, or giving the appearance of science without any of the encumbrances of science.

You’ll see Elliot Spitzer throwing open open the doors to the brave new world in which he stripped away all clinical judgement from the process of psychiatric diagnosis – proudly explaining how a lay interviewer gathers the data to be fed, on a punched card, into giant  building-filling computer.

The computer makes the diagnosis.

These days we skip the computer, the clinician gets you to do the work – hands you a checklist then counts how many boxes you ticked. That’s it.
If, that is,  you make it that far since most folks will diagnose themselves or each other using an app on their phone while waiting months for the appointment.

The whole piece is about freedom- a very “peculiar kind of freedom” or  as Curtiss narrates in the closing minutes of Part 1 F*ck You Buddy:

“a very narrow and specific type or freedom that meant shedding all ideas of working for the collective or public good and becoming instead an individual, constantly calculating what could be to one’s advantage in a system defined by numbers.

At the root of this were the simplified, self-interested creatures that John Nash had created back in the 1950s to make his game theory equations work.

But now the aim of the system of targets and incentives was to turn public servants into just these simplified beings – individuals who calculated only what was best for them and  did not think any longer in wider political terms.”

It is a right ripping yarn.

Part 1:  F*ck You Buddy


Part 2:  The Lonely Robot

Part 3:  We Will Force You To Be Free

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On some faraway beach – Brian Eno

faraway.pngGiven the Chance
I’ll Die Like a Baby
On Some Far Away Beach


Given the Chance
I’ll Die Like a Baby
On Some Far Away Beach
When the Season’s Over

I’ll Be Remembered
As the Tide Brushes Sand in My Eyes
I’ll Drift Away

Cast Up On a Plateau
With Only One Memory
A Single Syllable
Oh Lie Low Lie Low

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Blamestormfixing or healing…?

Seems we have a cultural addiction to blamestorming and blamestorm-fixing:
at the first signs of discomfort we look around for the nearest person to blame and discharge our discomfort on them.

We might just yell and  them names and leave it there, realising we’ve just behaved in the exact way that fits the name we just called the other person,

Often, we’ll go a stage further too  into blamestormfixing and issue forth direction in what they need do to fix things right now so we can feel better.

When we stop looking for people to blame
and give up looking for people to fix us
we make it easier for ourselves to find healing,

When we stop looking for others who we can see as needing to be fixed
as needing us to fix them,
as needing our fix,
we make it easier for them to find healing too.

When we find we don’t need to blame
and we don’t need to fix or be fixed
it’s easier to find healing
and easier to just be.


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Pale Blue Dot – Carl Sagan

Look again at that dot.
That’s here.
That’s home.
That’s us.

On it
everyone you love,
everyone you know,
everyone you ever heard of,
every human being who ever was,
lived out their lives.

The aggregate of our joy and suffering,
thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines,
every hunter and forager, every hero and coward,
every creator and destroyer of civilization,
every king and peasant,
every young couple in love,
everymother and father,
hopeful child,
inventor and explorer,
every teacher of morals,
every corrupt politician,
every “superstar,”
every “supreme leader,”
every saint
and sinner
in the history of our species
lived there
-on a mote of dust
suspended in a sunbeam.

The Earth is
a very
small stage
in a vast cosmic arena.

Think of the rivers of blood spilled
by all those generals and emperors
so that, in glory and triumph,
they could become
the momentary masters
of a fraction
of a dot.

Think of the endless cruelties
visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel
on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants
of some other corner, how
frequent their misunderstandings, how
eager they are to kill one another, how
fervent their hatreds.

Our posturings,
our imagined self-importance,
the delusion that we have some privileged position
in the Universe,
are challenged by this point
of pale light.

Our planet
is a lonely speck
in the great enveloping cosmic dark.
In our obscurity, in all this vastness,
there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere
to save us
from ourselves.

The Earth is the only world known so far to harbor life.
There is nowhere else,
at least in the near future,
to which our species could migrate.
Visit, yes.
Settle, not yet.

Like it or not, for the moment the Earth is where we make our stand.

It has been said that astronomy is a humbling and character-building experience.
There is perhaps no better demonstration
of the folly of human conceits
than this distant image of our tiny world.
To me, it underscores our responsibility
to deal more kindly with one another,
and to preserve and cherish the pale blue dot,
the only home we’ve ever known.

― Carl Sagan,
Pale Blue Dot: A Vision of the Human Future in Space

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