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Some folks seem to think I am worth listening to.–Reg Hartt

Some silly folks seem to think I’m brilliant.

The silly author of this piece thinks my CineForum is everything Jane Jacobs wrote about.

“Jane Jacobs is an old woman,” said a newspaper editor when told she spoke highly of Reg Hartt. Of that editor’s paper Jacobs said, “I hate that paper.” She did not hate much but what she hated deserved it.

At one time it was believed that left handed people were the spawn of Satan. Some still believe that. Some who believe that are sinister (the word means “left handed.” If you are sinister BE sinister.


Christ was anything but a rebel.

Caiaphas, the high priest who condemned Jesus in a rigged trial, he was a rebel to everything decent.

Edmund White wrote of himself in his biography of a man who truly was a rebel (RIMBAUD the Double Life Of A Rebel), “As an unhappy gay adolescent…paralyzed by self-hatred.”

That  self-hatred is familiar territory to myself and legions of others who grew up and grow up believing themselves to be an abomination of desolation.

So too are the twenty-four hour a day thoughts of self destruction that go with believing one’s self to be a child of the devil.

Not only that I am familiar with the pure undiluted hatred Coren writes about in this book:  .

I also know the apathy which empowers it.

In 1970 I read Charles Chaplin’s MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY. In it he wrote that as a youth he thought the doors open to the children of the wealthy closed tom until he read Ralph waldo Emerson’s essay, ON SELF RELIANCE. As a result I read that essay.

“The reliance on Property, including the reliance on governments which protect it, is the want of self-reliance.” Ralph Waldo Emerson writes, “Insist on yourself; never imitate. Your own gift you can present every moment with the cumulative force of a whole life’s cultivation; but of the adopted talent of another you only have an extemporaneous half possession. That which each can do best, none but his Maker can teach him. No man yet knows what it is, nor can, till that person has exhibited it. Where is the master who could have taught Shakespeare? Where is the master who could have instructed Franklin, or Washington, or Bacon, or Newton? Every great man is unique. The Scipionism of Scipio is precisely that part he could not borrow. Shakespeare will never be made by the study of Shakespeare. Do that which is assigned you, and you cannot hope too much or dare too much…

“Whoso would be a man, must be a nonconformist. He who would gather immortal palms must not be hindered by the name of goodness, but must explore if it be goodness. Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind. Absolve you to yourself, and you shall have the suffrage of the world. I remember an answer which when quite young I was prompted to make to a valued advisor who was wont to importune me with the dear old doctrines of the church. On my saying, ‘What do I have with the sacredness of traditions, if I live wholly from within?’ my friend suggested, ‘–But these impulses may be from below, not from above,’ I replied. ‘They do not seem to me to be such; but if I am the Devil’s child, I will then live as one from the Devil.’ No law can be sacred to me but that of my own nature. Good and bad are but names transferable to that or this; the only right is what is after my constitution; the only wrong what is against it…I am ashamed to think how easily we capitulate to badges and names, to large societies and dead institutions.”

“If I am the Devil’s child, I will then live as one from the Devil.”–Reg Hartt

I am no stranger to hatred. I have lived with it all of my life. For the last two decades and counting I have walked a gauntlet of hate. Pure undiluted hate. The author of all this says he is a Christian. The crown informed the court that there was no evidence. The stories in THE SUN and THE STAR are gossip. That is what mass media is. Gossip. I have been dealing with hate from birth. My father told me, “I hated you from the moment you were born as in that instant I realized I had to die.” The fires of hate have forged me into incredibly strong person. I am grateful; for them. You should be too. It means we have much in common with most of this world.

“Can I live with you,” said a young man from India in 2013. His name was Aditya Shankar. He realized he was gay at 8 in Bombay. As head of SAATHI (Gay Youth India) Adi fought the fight against religious oppression of homosexuals from my home in Toronto.

Michael Coren includes this story from Emo Phillips in his book. It’s better when we hear it told by Emo.

I am familiar with those who watch while doing nothing. They are not my p;problem. My problem is to have the strength to stand alone. Thankfully I did find that strength. I do have that strength.


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