Hello World. Fires, floods, and the N word. With the devastation that we have all witnessed recently, I cannot help but think about the contrasts within the way things were handled and are still being handled.

Thank you to all of our emergency personnel and and their support teams. You guys are the best, and we mere mortal citizens will never be able tho thank you enough. When a person has an emergency, their heart is racing, they're scared out of their minds, someone could be dying right in front of them. The sounds, smells, and sights of emergency . . . the best sight in the world, is that emergency person coming to the rescue. Through he smoke , the rain, the twisted metal and mire, here they come. Anyone that has lived through a real emergency knows what I am talking about.

I do not care what color, or persuasion you are just the fact that you came to help is enough. But . . .

In our everyday lives, all those rules are thrown right out of the window. If a person says the slightest thing even halfway stupid or controversial we are willing to hang them from their ba--s.

Either we can say anything, or we need to shut up about everything. This thing that some people can say some things, and some people cannot, is ridiculous ( just my opinion ). If the fires are burning, or the floods are rising, that person coming can be the biggest bigot on the planet, as long as he is coming for our asses then that is OK. If that same person is sitting at a restaurant with friends, or is at work and says something stupid or rude or bigoted, ugh oh . . . he's gotta go !!! And boy do I mean go, he's gonna be hunted down, job lost, and possibly have to hire a lawyer to defend himself . . . if he can afford one.

I declare we lighten up. Damn . . . we are tip toeing around like political correct zombies. We had better learn to love our fellow man and woman. I know it is not the easiest thing to do, but walking around hating is not the way either. Maybe it has more to do with loving ourselves first.

Hello World. At what point is rehabilitation not an option? I was talking with friends and the topic of rehabilitation was brought up. A mother had done the unthinkable with her daughter. Selling her daughter for sex. Yes, the unthinkable. Anyway. . . someone said, she can be rehabilitated says our society, and she will get out of prison after 9 years.

I blew a gasket. This woman has no potential for rehabilitation. In my opinion, there is no room here for rehabilitation, period. In my world . . . this person would never leave that prison.

If a society cannot protect its innocent from the evil, (and a mother dragging her daughter in a hotel to have sex with strangers is evil), then that society has lost its way.

At what point does society say . . . that's it . . . you are going away for good. Bye, bye. We had better " butch up" and call a spade a spade. This pussy footing around with outright "unreachable people" is a waste of time, energy and resources.

Hello World. What have we become? What have we allowed ourselves and our children to become ? What happened . . . ?

Here we go . . . the hip hop hustling heathens ( in my opinion ) are one of the main forces of what has happened. The baggy pant wearing buffoons who sell filth with a cool back beat is what happened. The powerful invisible backers who sit in their penthouse suites and make stars of the modern day media minstrels. Minstrels, nothing more nothing less.

This hip hop crap has become a rite of passage for a young boy growing up. The modern day media minstrels have penetrated the minds of our young boys, and created these baggy pant wearing buffoons, who have no emotional, social or professional skills. Insistence on ignorance is the oxygen of this genre. Gangs, guns, prison attire, and lets not forget the liquor and the Ho's. And speaking of penetration . . . the look they have concocted looks like they were gang raped in the rec room of a prison. Pants hanging down below the butt, boxer shorts showing so proudly, constantly pulling your pants up, and stroking your dick like you cannot help it . . . ugh yeah, looks like your back door was violated buddy.

Violated is the appropriate word, because this form of entertainment is violating generations of people. It is one thing to listen to music. But this ain't music. This is propaganda telling people to involve themselves in a culture of crime and violence. This is not about loving anything. This is about violating everything in your path.

I know many will say "not all" of the hip hop is filth. To that I say . . . "enough is" filth and vile. Enough to have infected millions, and yes I did say infected.

Penetration. The hearts, minds and souls of millions of people have been penetrated, violated, infected. Modern day media minstrels. A big part of what has happened . Think about it.

Hello World . . . as the fall breezes blow in and mother nature makes her presence known to us in all sorts of ways, let us prepare ourselves for the holiday season. May the higher power of your choice bless you and your family.

As all of the mania gets started, let us remember not to be governed by ridiculous spending and trying to meet unhealthy expectations. Ladies, let yourselves be calm and peaceful deep inside, knowing you did not cave into the pressure of the holidays. Yeah, take a holiday from "the pressure" of the holidays. I know it seems impossible, believe me I have been there. Declare it is OK to acknowledge your limits, and respect them !!!

So here we go . . . I declare we hang on to ourselves and not get lost in the myriad of tinsel, wrapping paper, and those ridiculous lines to get the "hottest toy" of the season . Honey, it is all marketing.

Yes, let us really enjoy this season, those beautiful fall breezes, the golden sunsets, and the liquid sunshine that some call rain. Let us remember and pray for the many families who have lost their loved ones. As we gather, smiling faces of family all together, ( even though they get on your last nerve ) cooking and enjoying the true spirit of the season.

One love.

Hello World. Thank you, Dr. Cosby and Dr. Poussaint . . . your book, Come On People is a must read.

As a woman who went through life without her father, I know too well the loss of root a child experiences. Being blunt about the reality of black America, is the only way to deal with the self imposed suicide of a nations culture. Being AWOL for black fathers and mothers is never acceptable.

It takes two to make these children and it takes at least two to raise them. The day to day love, discipline and structure is what all children need to be productive in this or any other society. The best mother cannot be a father. The old adage of " I don't need a man" is tired and ignorant. Yes you do girl, and he better be a good one. This is about character, not color.

I declare the right to choose begins before conception. The right to choose begins when you are dating and picking that man to lay with. The right to choose, begins as a child when you learn about the male gender and what characteristics to look for in a man. Oh yes, I know many are going to think this is too heavy. I simply disagree. This country, and the black culture is burning and we had better be willing to face this fire and somehow put the damn thing out !!!

Let us all look inside our homes, and say this self sabatoge of our culture will stop here and now. Let us hold our men, and women accountable for the offspring they create. You make them, you raise them. Is that too much to ask ? It is not what your children can do for you. It is what you must do for your children. One love.

Hello World. Let's all enjoy this day in awareness. Know this . . . what others won't say . . . I will. What others are not talking about, is exactly what I want to talk about. We are living in an age of reality tv. Declarations of India is about reality reality.

One love.

Hello World. Thank you for taking time from your busy hustles to comment. Honest dialogue is what Declarations is all about. So thanks again.

I don't know . . . is it me or are things looking a bit strange. Don't get me wrong, I am a positive person. I want peace. One love. But it just seems that there is some ( oh well here goes ) . . . there is some crazy shit going on out here !!! Now . . . there, I said it ... I do not have the answers to anything. But I do know this . . . I know we are killing ourselves. I know that.

A comment referred to me having issues . . . and they were right. I do have issues. I am so glad you brought that up. Hearing on our newscasts every evening that another woman was raped, or worse because she went to a grocery store. Hearing of another mother drowning her children. Hearing of children being violated and killed just because. Hearing of the elderly being accosted because they are vulnerable. These are some of the issues . . .

I just want to scream . . . Leave women and children alone!!! Stop violating us !!! Leave our children alone !!! Leave our property alone !!! The children going into school and killing each other . . . why are we doing this to ourselves ?!!!! I have issues. However, I also know you cannot let it govern you. You just have to deal with the reality of it. It happens all over. The world really is a ghetto. I know it's not all, I know there are loving, hard working, patient, strong, tested men and women out there. I know you're out there. I see that every day but, when one of us suffer, we all do.

Our children listen and watch sex and violence with a "cool backbeat" to it. People have made billions "pickling" our children's minds with this garbage. We wait in line to buy it for them. Not knowing what it is, the power that it has, the grip it has on your child's mind. We as a nation, solve our problems with grotesque violence. It is fed to us morning, noon and night. That is just a reality. Damn, look at what we have created. This generations "oldies" are going to sound very different than ours.

You are right, I have issues. The thing is, I believe this affects all of our lives. We are all in this big experience called life together.

One love.

Hello World. Walking through the fear of being true to yourself. We mask ourselves daily, with our true selves deeply cocooned within.

We women get dressed ( fabulously I hope ) do our hair, apply our mascara, lipstick and bronzer, (must have the bronzer ) and were off on our way. Navigating our way through traffic, on our way to mask central, aka work. Radio providing just enough background noise to take our mind off of the list of crap to do . . . damn that never ending list. Hmmmm.

The day now done , kids have had dinner, the dog and cat are fed and pleased, the husband, boyfriend, or adult entertainment companion, have "come" and gone. And then there's ahhh . . . that moment of exhale. No expectations. That serene moment when it is just you and your mask. The mask so delicately placed on it's special spot. If people only knew the real you . . . you think, as you take your salt bath soak . . . hmmmm.

I declare . . . you enjoy that moment. Relax, go ahead and smile baby . . . We are all in this together, and we're taking off our masks too until our moment is over . . .

Hello World. The power of the provocative. Being a woman has so many privileged perks. I declare . . . the power of provocation is definitely one of the many. Fabulous shoes are another.

However . . . misplaced provocation is just that . . . misplaced and could possibly be very dangerous. Case in point, the little girls today who are allowed to wear apparel with words across their little bums. I saw with my own eyes a little girl about 5 years or so . . . and she had the word "hottie" across her little backside. Now wait honey . . . this is inappropriate provocation.

My heart goes out to the moms of young children today. To dress them for school must be like tip toeing through a minefield. Sexy, hottie, kissable, juicy . . . the list goes on and on. These terms are on everything from tshirts to lunchboxes. Women . . . what are we doing ? I declare . . . we totally do not know. These children do not go out and work to earn the money to buy these clothes . . . we are choosing to purchase this in the name of "cute". Then we wonder why are children are being snatched, lusted over, and we know what else is going on out there.

Look, No is a fabulous word. 1, 2, 3 . . . let's all say it together NO. See . . . it's easy once you get the hang of it . . . NO !!! Say it again NO!!! Say it like you mean it !!! NO !!! There . . . that's better. Hear me women, the power of provocation is just that. Power !!! It is not to be casually thrown around and inappropriately allocated. Let me tell the world. I have earned my ability to be provocative.

In the era of "my momma is my friend" . . . don't dress your children like they are your drinking buddies. Be careful of what you allow them to do. If you let her wear "hottie" at 4 or 5, girl . . . when she gets to be 10 years of age you won't be able to reach her, emotionally. This world is upside down, do not allow this world to guide your offspring. Say NO !!! and mean it. Give them choices within the boundaries that you set up.

I declare . . . we allow our children to have a childhood. Let them watch and learn from YOU, how to be . . . a wonderful, powerful, and provocative (when appropriate) hottie.

Hello World. Ahhh . . . liberation. Acceptance, I have learned is one of the most important tools of life. It enables us to take a deep breath, and assess exactly where we are at this moment.

In the name of "one love" . . . allow yourselves to have internal peace. If but only for a moment, give this to yourself. I know the kids are calling you, the to do list is full, the phone is ringing, you're thinking what's for dinner, and the always pressing . . . gym commitment. Girl I know.

I declare . . . we take a moment for ourselves. Feel that deep breath, think gratitude for our heart beat, and love ourselves and our existence.

One love. Ahhh . . . liberation.

Hello World. On this rainy Sunday I ask . . . are we claiming our messes ? Even if we cannot clean them up (right now), are we at least being honest and claiming them ? I declare . . . if we can claim them, we will eventually clean them.

We are getting to know each other, and this you need to know about me, so you can understand my perspective. I want free exchanges of honest dialog. This is how we can move through the daily challenges and get to our deepest destinies.

Anxiety. I know it so well. The knotting, being bound, tied in knots from your own decisions. Being enslaved by your own decisions. The infinite impact of insane immorality. Caught up in a tightly bound net that you yourself ( with a little help from your friends ) made. The waters get so murky. It seems as though the chaos will never quit. Maybe in some cases it won't, but if you claim your mess that could just be the first step.

Anxiety. I have lived it. The shadow, that seems as if it never leaves you. It marinates you, permeates you, leaves you to think there is no hope. Where did this come from, and more importantly how the hell can I get rid of it !!!

Mine, I believe came from the man that was my father and his decision to leave me and my family. I believe he left when I was about 3. To this day I really do not know. I was a very needy child, as every child is. Every child needs their father. I would sit in the chair that was his for months, and look out of the window and wait. Patiently wait. I believe the layers of anxiety began here in the form of what I call " vapors" . These vapors of anxiety in my opinion began right here. The vapors are unseen and most likely unspoken experiences that intensely traumatize. The vapors make us who we are deep down inside. Those are the vapors. They are most powerful.

I have a loving family. My mother did her best. Period. She provided a role model of strength, love, and protection. Momma, I thank you. I love you. Thank you for protecting us all.

My messes began truly after high school. When I thought " I " was in charge. The anxiety was always there, it kept me from really being able to stick with something. I was so full of anger towards my father. I unconsciously thought . . . if he did not care enough to raise me, then why should I care about myself ? The vapors . . . so marinating, so permeating.

I got in trouble with the law. Sheets. I tried to steal sheets. Go figure that one out if you will. I had to be the dumbest, lamest, thief there was. Then later, it was not handling my checking account properly. Ugh oh !!! I am laughing now . . . but learn that in school folks. I know algebra is required, but so should basic kitchen economics be required as well !!!!!
That was over 20 years ago. Seems like a lifetime.

You see we all have messes. We need to claim them, and then clean them up. I know it's not easy. What I just expressed to you took decades to deal with. I declare . . . in order to claim your life as yours, you have to claim your messes first. That will help you to live a healthy and fulfilled life, and will also allow your children not to be blanketed with your leftover vapors.

Claim your messes and clean them up !!! Enjoy this gift of life, for you and your family.

Hello World. Well women here it is. I said we were going to get controversial . . . Women if you do not know the power of your pussy then hang on because we are about to go on a wild ride.

It seems every day or night on the news another beautiful woman is taken from her family. Young, smart, beautiful, promising, free spirited, we have all heard the descriptions. All she wanted was affection in some form. Just recently it was reported that one young woman was giving a dirty bastard ( I said it would be real ) a ride in her car. I told you I love my anger. I vent with a good run . . . or squats at the gym, and oh yeah . . . I also write.

Now look . . . is it me or what ? I am no expert, but I am a concerned woman who is looking at this and thinking . . . you know what . . . we need to close our legs for a while. Sexually, we are not respected as a gender and frankly we have done a lot of the damage to ourselves. In my opinion we need to close them. Zip it. Enjoy yourself for a while. Whatever you have to do to take a sex break . . . let me encourage women to do just that. You know who you are . . . if your boyfriend is married, take a sex break. If your boyfriend has no job or job interests . . . take a sex break. If you met your man at a club . . . take a sex break. If your boyfriend robs banks for a living, take a sex break. If your boyfriends jeans are so large he can fit a microwave in his pants . . . girl, take a sex break.

There is no such thing as free love. Hell . . . we have reduced sexual intimacy to unbelievable lows. The violence shown towards women is glamorized in media and sex is used to sell everything. I have yet to see the Lorena Bobbitt story on the big screen. Now there is a movie I would pay to see !!!

Women, let us pull back from being so sexually accessible. So easy. Make men prove themselves worthy of your time and energy. Yeah that's right . . . that's what I said . . . women, close your legs. Show your mind, body and soul the respect they deserve.

There is nothing worse than stupid pussy !!! Easy pussy is stupid pussy !!! We are having children, are completely stressed out, and have boyfriends coming and going. Come on now . . . what do you think is going to happen ? Women . . . we need to rethink many things. . . . and our sexual accessibility in my opinion is one of them.

Now, I know many of you are thinking I must not care for men. This is not true. I love good, solid, well raised, self respecting, well groomed, non feminized men. I do not care for disrespecting mommas boys, violent , lazy , blame everything on everyone except themselves males who think they are men !!! There is a huge difference.

Let us slow down a bit, and think long and hard about who we allow close to ourselves and our families.

Hello World. Since when is anger a vice ? When unthinkable things happen in our lives, We often hear things like . . . " I am shocked, it was surreal, oh my God, it was like a movie, I can't believe this, he or she was such a quiet neighbor . . . "

Look . . . I am sick and tired of these passive reactions. Righteous anger is good and I have learned to love my anger. It has protected me. When we accept this energy has its purpose, it is easier to accept it has positive functions. For example, it keeps my receptors up so I know when creeps male or female are near. I say when necessary . . . get angry. Use it as a tool . . . like heat. We use heat to cook our meals daily. If used improperly that same heat can destroy. With proper use, I believe anger can be an essential tool for a healthy life.

Women tap into this wonderful source of power. Stop denying anger is there. Learn how to use it, make it work for you. Protect yourselves and your children. Do not take your anger out on your children, yourself, your husband, your co workers, neighbors, etc . . .

Learn how to use this energy we all have within us. We are hurting ourselves and each other. Let us harness this force.

If you get near a baby animal and momma is somewhere near, she is going to attack you fierce with the intent to protect her own. Get it. Go ahead . . . try to get to that baby bird, bear, hippo, giraffe, etc, with momma there . . . you won't get too far . . . and better have a hospital nearby. You'll need it.

Embrace this energy of anger, learn how to use this "perceived" vice. It is all how you think about it.

Hello World. What is in your pickle ? We have all been pickled. Pickles begin as fresh beautiful cucumbers, so firm and pure in nutrition, color and function. However when pickled, they are transformed into a different delicacy. The ingredients of their transformation are vinegar, salt, etc. boiled nice and long until all such ingredients are soaked through and through.
Yum yum depending on your individual taste and desire.

And so it is with life. As I see it, we are all pickled. Pickled with our environment, anywhere on this globe there is the process of pickling. In America we are intensely pickled. We are pickled in our excesses. We are pickled in politeness. We are pickled in privilege. We are pickled in smut. We are pickled in denial. We are pickled in temptation. We are so damned pickled.

We pickle our children with our thoughts and behaviors. The media has pickled us all . . . and our children especially. We have allowed it to happen of course . . . because we ourselves are pickled.

So what is in your pickle ? Think about it. Ask yourself, what is in your pickle ? I guarantee you whatever is in that pickle . . . your children have that and . . . whatever is in their own.

One Love . . .

Let us not love merely in theory or word. Let us love in deed and in truth.

Hello World !!! I am India DeClair and I am looking forward to communicating with the Women of the world. We are going to discuss all issues that we deal with on a regular basis. This is an honest format where we can express what is real and really happening in our lives, minds, hearts and souls.

Declarations of India is topical, funny, honest and yes controversial. Specifically when it pertains to women.

We live in a crazy world, seems like things are upside down. I believe it is up to the women of this world to get to the truth of what is really going on.

I look forward to Declarations of India . . .