Tuesday, December 2, 2014

DR. CLIFF HUXTABLE, R.I.P.



NIKKI GIOVANNI AND DOROTHY DINGLET

Temecula, CA – When Judgment comes to America, and it is coming, millions of voices will cry out, ‘Why?’ 

I won’t be one of them.

On Monday, corporate America’s favorite black clown, ‘self-made, Philly-made, Temple-made’ entertainer William Cosby, Jr. was unmade by Temple University who along with other educational institutes have distanced themselves from the [in]famous entertainer in lieu of more women coming forward with molestation stories and recollections. A couple more black women have joined in with support for the entertainer as did Whoopi. However, not all black women were always on Cosby’s side as the vid from Nikki Giovanni made in 2007 shows, after the jump.

On the same topic which makes news every day as more allegations come forth, one question that women who aren’t sought after or placed in positions that can be iffy under the best of conditions, is the question of ‘why now?’ Since sexual molestation is as old as dirt, a tale of a woman named Dorothy Dinglet may help readers, male and female, understand why these women are coming out now. If none of you recalls the name, that’s because Ms. Dinglet died in 1662 but her story was recorded and that’s how I know. I’m old but not that old.

While speaking at a 2007 book fair in Miami, poet Nikki Giovanni had these choice words for Mr. Bill.



The case of Dorothy Dinglet, a spinster, actually started 3 years after she had been dead and buried. The haunting might have been dismissed as child’s fantasy since it was first reported by a small boy except for one detail. The boy recognized the dead woman because she had been a friend of the family for years before her death. The local curate, John Rudall of the parish of South Petherwin [Cornwall] recorded this incident in his diary.

Rudall wrote that a man named Bligh had summoned him to Botathen House for a private talk where Bligh told him that his young son was haunted. Bligh said that each morning when the boy crossed a meadow near the house on the way to school, he was approached by a white-faced apparition, not walking on the grass but drifting a few inches above it. The young woman was recognized as Dorothy Dinglet, a long time family friend.

Accordingly the next day at dawn, the two men with the boy walking hand-in-hand between them, set out for the meadow. At first they saw nothing but the brown, frost-rimmed winter grass stubble. However presently, in a far corner of the field, they could discern a faint shape that grew firmer in outline as it approached them. It was truly Dorothy Dinglet. Her hair, as Rudall later wrote, seemed so soft as to melt away as he looked at it.

The clergyman, John Rudall, had now seen her himself and being a kind man, sought to give her peace. Using his exorcism orthodox methods Rudall questioned the spirit as to why it roamed and the answer was that she had sinned. She gave Rudall the man’s name and asked him not to reveal it. Then she disappeared.

The next morning at dawn, Rudall returned and called forth the ghost again. Once more she floated into the field and Rudall spoke to her. He said that he had been up all night speaking with the man in the case and that the man had expressed great remorse and promised to do penance. The wraith listened to the comments intently and said nothing. When Rudall ordered her to depart, however, she sighed, “Peace be in our midst,” and drifted away in a westerly direction. Dorothy Dinglet’s ghost was never seen again.

Though it may be hard for those clouded by racial disbelief or inexperience to know the effects of sexual invasions upon the psyche, books such as I Never Told Anyone [Ellen Bass, Louise Thornton], tales from the remaining sex slaves used by the Japanese government, and the aforementioned story of Dorothy Dinglet give credence to the rationale of the 20, so far, victims of Dr. Cliff Huxtable.

Another fictional character also had everyone fooled as to his true natural. His name was Clark Kent, and he was also portrayed as mild-mannered, wasn’t he?

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