“Each generation out of relative obscurity must discover its mission, fulfill or betray it.”
-Frantz Fanon, revolutionary Algerian writer and psychologist
On May 27, 2010, Uranus will enter in Aries for the first time in nearly 84 years. The planetary symbol of change and re-vision in our society’s awareness will travel through this bold and pioneering sign for the next seven years. Of course, I could spill a lot of ink on what this means for those born during this time. But it’s an even more powerful initiatory time for those born between September 1975-November 1981 (or born between November 1974-May 1, 1975), since they were born while Uranus was traveling in Scorpio, the other sign ruled by Mars. (Although that’s more of a coincidence) So what’s the real connection? The big take-off phase before a project launches into air, so to speak, is called the “gibbous” phase of a cycle. For instance, with the monthly lunar cycle, it’s the phase just before the moon looks completely full. It’s like the call for “places” just before showtime or the last wipe of the counter before a barista flips the open sign of a cafe in the morning. It’s the time when a generation steps out of relative obscurity to discover its mission as Fanon says. Uranus in Scorpio, you’re up to bat! What does the next seven years mean for you?
Okay, let’s get the hard to swallow stuff out of the way first. True to the zodiac issues regarding Scorpio, your generation will face challenges and growth in the areas of property, power and personal sexuality. Your generation will nearly worship the word “essential” as you’ll be learning to get by or get the most with only the bare essentials. In fact, “Essential” will probably be a more dominant word in the titles of guidebooks just as “The Dummies” or “Idiot’s” guides were big for the last 7 years. If you’re reading between the lines, as I know you Uranus in Scorpios like to do, then you’ve probably figured out that you’ll have “challenges” in the areas of property, etc because you’re likely to have less of those things, except for the sex. So, yeah, this is the part when I lay out for you that the last time Uranus was in Aries was the start of the Great Depression. So I’ve been expecting this serious downturn, economic challenge/adjustment, major recession, or any other term but what it really is–Global Depression–in our economy for over 7 years. Scorpio is one of the natural Zodiac signs for dealing with communal resources or the open (and secret) resources that we share with others, like partners. Aries is the sign of Spring, of renewal, beginning again. Put the two signs together and what they spell is a renewal of how we, as a society, deal with our shared and communal resources.
A quick glance of the newspaper headlines or the trending topics on twitter/google let’s us know we’re on to something here: the Mississippi Gulf/BP Oil Spill, European Sovereign Debt, Foreclosures, Financial Regulation, “Disenfranchised” Tea Party, Peak Oil, Social Security maxing out, Foreclosures, Gay rights, and the list goes on. A key issue or gripe that I feel will become greater as your generation matures is the distinct feeling that you’ve been shafted or bamboozled. This isn’t wholly wrong. The good news is that you got shafted out of the things that weren’t working so well in the first place. A lot of money was made based on corruption and shaky business practices. Fortunately, your generation is part of a renewed first step toward building sounder foundations, at least until another generation will have to do a similar thing near the 22nd century. I know that sounds nice and offers little real consolation, but think about the good people who invested far more and for far longer into these corrupt systems and how they must feel. This gives your generation ample opportunity to get more right. This goes for sexuality and romantic relationships too. It’s no accident that there’s so much talk about “cheating” on partners these days. You can expect more people to be talking about the issue of open relationships, polyamory and swinging. But the feeling of getting the short end of the stick is a theme that will be hard for you all to shake. You may feel like you have to carry the burden for other people’s mistakes. You have to clean up other people’s messes. The upside is that you also benefit from their mistakes and their missions. Let’s look at other generations to put yours in context. The dates in parentheses are for when the generation would be born. To find the activation point for each generation, add roughly 34 or 35 years from the first date given.*
The Uranus in Cancer (September 1948 to August 1955) is the first generation that really pushed beyond sticking to your herd mentality of the past to learning how to deal with others who are historically or ideologically different from them. When Uranus went into Sagittarius in 1981-2, they had to learn and teach others tolerance. But they didn’t stabilize those structures of tolerance. Now you will do so.
The Uranus in Leo (August 1955 to November 1961) generation made it important to understand the delicate balance between individual power and absolute power as they were initiated in 1989 with the fall of the Soviet Bloc countries and Uranus going into Capricorn. However, individual power when not checked by a collective power will lead to greed and selfishness. Now you must learn to regulate it.
The Uranus in Virgo (August 1962 to September 1968) generation showed the importance of “going green” and creating more effective ways of working and communicating through the internet when Uranus went into Aquarius in 1996. However, ideal or virtual worlds are not substitutes for the tangibles, whether those are from human touch or actual resources as was discovered during the dotcom bust. Now you got to get people to think more about what’s tangible, not just ideals or picture perfect images of their bodies or the environment.
Your immediate predecessors, the Uranus in Libra generation (September 1968 to November 1974), wanted to create more full disclosure, like WYSIWYG (What You See Is What You Get), and equality in everything from gay marriage to peer to peer file sharing (like Napster) to reality television while Uranus has been in Pisces. Yet pressing for full disclosure or even creating an open peer-to-peer reality doesn’t keep everyone honest and all things equitable. And that’s where you come in. How do you restore the balance? Uranus in Scorpio seems to suggest that it’s by dealing with the down and dirty issues that no one has been willing to face.
This puts a lot on your shoulders, but this is why Uranus in Aries is your initiatory influence—you can begin again after what seems like a social death or the aftermath of disaster. Like the Uranus in Virgo generation’s Y2K, we find you standing up amidst the buzz of another apocalypse: 2012. Your generation may fear, as many generations have before, that they are the last generation. Nothing could be farther from the truth. The true meaning of apocalypse is “revelation” or a “lifting of the veil.” What’s a more fitting image for a generation marked by Uranus in Scorpio, a sign known for managing secrets, than “lifting a veil.” You’re the generation that unmasks the multiple Ponzi schemes of economics, philosophy, politics, religion and sexuality that have gone on too long. There is a price to pay for unveiling the truth that the “emperor” has not been wearing any clothes for a long time. You may not feel up to the task. You could become bogged down in your own resentments about being part of the “down and dirty” clean up crew for the world’s messes. You could become haunted by images of the apocalypse or the feeling that “Big Brother” is still watching you. I’m willing to bet though that your generation, on the whole, would rather live challenging a lie than die living one. You’d rather get back to basics or essentials than have a bunch of comforting fluff that will certainly fail you. This is the sentiment to which you must stay connected. It’s good to get back to basics or the bare essentials, so you’re creating and building on sturdier ground. This lays the groundwork for Uranus’ journey into Taurus in 2018 and that’s a different generation. We’ll get to that in 7 years. For now, stand up and be counted, Uranus in Scorpio generation. All of us are counting on you!
*The timings vary with Uranus, depending on when he enters a sign and then retrogrades. That’s why for some generations it’s between the ages of 34-35, for the oldest of that generation, instead of exactly at 35 years.
Thank you, Gary Coleman…
May 31, 2010 — return2thesourceMay 29, 2010
I almost find it impossible to write about the death of Gary Coleman. I’m surprised by how much it affects me, as I never met Gary. But perhaps after a little reflection, it’s not too difficult to understand. Celebrities can become as much part of the fabric of our lives as some family members. For me, Gary was like the younger, bad ass big/little brother I’ll never have. I should probably start with the beginning of our connection, though.
I first laid eyes on Gary, like nearly everyone else, while he played “Arnold Jackson” on the hit show“Diff’rent Strokes” in 1979. I watched the show periodically as a kid, but other than seeing him as another short, cute Black kid on TV, I didn’t have the strongest or best impression of him. I might not have known the word caricature at 10 years old, but I knew “Whatchoo talkin’ about Willis?” sounded…wrong. Yet it wasn’t that bad. Then, while dancing on TV for the Variety Club’s annual marathon, I met Robert Guillaume, of “Benson” fame, backstage. Mr. Guillaume was fresh off the heels of being Gary’s co-star in the made for TV movie, “The Kid From Left Field.” He said, “They’re looking for a kid like you to cast for the TV series version of ‘The Kid From Left Field.’ We should stay in touch!” My father gave him our info. Mr. Guillaume kept his promise to stay in touch, later writing me and my mother a touching letter that the show wasn’t going to be launched and for me not to be too disappointed. I actually understood, but from that moment on, I took a serious interest in Gary Coleman as, in my child’s mind, I was one step from being as famous as he was.
I began noticing how similar our lives were: he was born nearly three months after I was; I had kidney problems (like he did); and I crowned adulthood at 4’11” and he at 4’8”. Around 16, I was introduced to a newer procedure that possibly saved my single kidney and Gary got his last kidney transplants. I felt as if Gary and I both had been given new leases on life. I had come to think of Gary as a celebrity doppelganger or a “life stunt double.” I went on to college for my bachelor’s, master’s and part of my Ph.D, though academia ended up not being for me. So I did the most natural thing and became an actor, of course. Gary languished in Hollywood after he left “Diff’rent Strokes” in 1986, only landing bit parts in movies and TV shows. After awhile, other than hearing that he was suing his adopted parents for stealing his money in 1989, I generally lost track of what happened in his life until 1998.
In 1998, Gary was arrested for punching an aggressive fan who sought his autograph. From the details I gathered at the time, he punched her because she dissed him and his underwhelming career as an adult actor when he said no to the autograph. With her standing a few feet taller and several pounds heavier than he was, Gary claims he got scared for his life and belted her. Like everybody, I was horrified that he would hit a woman, but then a few facts came out that seemed stranger still. Gary was working as a security guard and was seeking to buy a bulletproof vest? WTF?! When I talked to people about the story, they would just lament how far the great star had fallen. As another short Black man, I had a different take. He really had no other options, no other social capital but to take a job he had not business having, at all? Who hires a 4’8” former celebrity as a security guard except as a gimmick or a joke? Some people didn’t see it that way, preferring to see someone giving him a job as an act of compassion. I knew of a more likely possibility from my own life.
About the same time that Gary was going through legal issues with the assault case, I had been cast in a Shakespeare play where I had to learn to walk on 3 foot high stilts. Once you learn to walk on stilts, it’s fairly easy to walk on them. But learning how to walk on them was among one of the hardest and scariest things I’ve done because I don’t have the best balance just walking and if you fall on stilts, you can blow out both your knees among other things. Eventually, after days of pushing past the frustration and fear, I became a stiltwalker. I was working, and I trusted there was a grand concept that the director had in mind for why I was hovering nearly a story above everyone else. Once we were in full rehearsal, the director became annoyed by my need to stay in motion when not walking (as any stiltwalker will tell you that you must do.) He said to my dismay that we would cut out the stilts from the show. I would have been more relieved the week before, but, when he cut ‘em, I was more pissed. So I asked, right as he decided to cut the stilts, why was I on stilts in the first place? He said, “Because I thought it would be cool to have a guy who was really short become a giant at this part of the play.” Mind you, there’s nothing in the play that requires this guy to become a giant, and I had no idea that my height was relevant to the casting of that part…at all. I was furious. I had done all this work, risking life and limb, for a gimmick, revolving around being short?! I wanted stick a stilt up his ass. But I did the show and thought of Gary. I understood exactly how he had become a security guard, in small inattentive steps. You need a job; someone else needs a good laugh and feel like a philanthropist at the same time. (A bad combo!) Of course, I also knew that I had options that maybe Gary didn’t have. I had two degrees, parents who loved me and good health; but I had seen numerous times, before the stiltwalking and after, how my height served as shits and giggles for people.
After the fan-punch, Gary was in the public’s eye for one thing or another. I don’t need to recount everything he has been in the news for, but he was mostly known as the “little” angry Black man and former child star who just couldn’t make a go of life. And on some level that’s true. He almost came to relish in how people thought this of him. In fact, last year, around this time, I went to a midnight screening of what’s now Gary Coleman’s last movie–Midgets vs. Mascots.
In this mocumentary, Gary, as himself, had been wrangled into a “documentary” where little people perform a series of reality-TV like tasks against people dressed as team mascots to win $10 million. It wasn’t that funny for me, though it has about three moments of sheer hilarity. (It’s probably funny if you find the idea of little people or midgets funny.) I went to see what kind of train wreck Gary Coleman had become…again. To my chagrin and delight, I didn’t walk out the movie disgusted as much as marveling at how Gary how found the perfect platform to voice the gripes that he’s had with people for most of his life, especially during some of the supposed outtakes. It was revealing. Gary may have been an angry guy, but he wasn’t without his own sense of irony, for sure. I guess his run for California governor showed that he has a love for irony too. (And coming in 8th out of 135 candidates, right after publisher Larry Flynt, wasn’t a bad showing either.)
Yet I understood his anger. In fact, I quietly relished in some of his antics, because I know his daily life must have had enough absurd qualities to it that would make anybody want to hit people, almost randomly. I’ve certainly had my own moments. Just two weeks ago, as I was walking in my neighborhood late at night, what looked like two young women were approaching me on the sidewalk. As I passed them, one of them says to me, “Good night, midget!” I wheeled around and as I was turning I went through all the options I had at my disposal to deal with this. And I’ve had a variety of responses, from violent to bitterly sarcastic to ignoring them. But that night I decided to play the one reaction that I play the least: vulnerability. So, as I turned to her, I said, “That wasn’t a very nice thing to say.” She turned back, registering what must have sounded like hurt in my voice. “Oh, I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings.” She and her friend emerged out of the shadows. They were grown ass women. At that moment, I attempted to see if she were developmentally delayed. “No? Then how am I supposed to feel when I hear you call me a midget? “Well, a midget isn’t a bad thing. Ain’t nothin’ wrong with being short,” she said in a comforting tone. “I know that, but that doesn’t mean that you should call complete strangers “midgets” as you pass them on the sidewalk.” “Well, I’m sorry I hurt your feelings. But I got a 25 year-old daughter who ain’t much taller than you,” she said, still softening her tone. “This woman has progeny?! And that old? God, I don’t know much longer I can keep my faith in humanity. I don’t know,” I thought. “I see. Okay, good night,” I said, whipping back around, lest I shift from vulnerable to violent. “Okay, good night, honey. And remember ain’t nothin’ wrong with being short,” she said as I walked away, practically screaming up the street as if she were cheering me on at a rally. But this is only a recent absurd encounter centered around my height out of many in my lifetime. I can’t imagine what Gary Coleman, as a celebrity, faced, but I can understand why Gary was pissed off and so sad.
However, I know my life and destiny is not Gary’s. A sweet friend of mine, sensing my kismet connection with Gary at the time I heard about his death, tweeted me this message, “Gary Coleman’s fate is not yours…He was clearly a troubled spirit. You are full of light and love.” Yeah, I don’t know if I’m full of all of that as I have my fair share of shit too, but I know what she means. Yet I can’t help but feel as if Gary was my shorter “shadow-brother” who acted out the fame, the insanity and the fury that life had opted for me not to fully experience, but given me ample opportunity to taste. And now for the first time in two decades, I have to face all of that without projecting it on to Gary or sharing it with him. Maybe we all share some bit of Gary’s bizarre life, but for me, as another short Black man, it feels acute. It makes me think of other short people, like Emmanuel Lewis, of “Webster,” a show that was a blatant rip-off of “Diff’rent Strokes” and Gary’s success. Of course, Emmanuel has his own story to write, though he’s been more on the straight and narrow than both me and Gary. Well, I guess except for those times when “Webster” used to sit snugly in the palm of Michael Jackson’ hand as a teenager!
That’s something, I know, Gary would never do. Gary was the short angry Black man in all of us, even for other short Black men. For that, all he experienced and all he didn’t get to experience, I’m gonna miss you Gary Coleman. Rest in Peace.