A Charter of Negative Liberties (Second Edition): Defining the Bill of Rights and Other Commentary

By C Howard Diaz

I'm not one of these conservatives who believe freedom of speech gives anyone the right to burn our flag. I'm not a conservative who believes there is no such thing as treason or *treasonous statements. I'm a conservative who believes evil people will use our Constitutional rights to their advantage against us.

I don't believe

• Language: English
• Publisher: Silent Gen LLC
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9781961254770

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Copyright ©2023 Second Edition by SILENTGEN LLC

Copyright ©2012 by SUANews, (www.suanews.com)

ISBN 978-1-961254-76-3 (softcover)

ISBN 978-1-961254-77-0 (ebook)

This is an expansion of the 2012 A Charter of Negative Liberties

and not meant to be an update to 2023.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system without express written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. This book is a work of nonfiction, but contains opinions and interpretations of and by the Author that may or not be factual. Any discussion of our Declaration of Independence, Constitution and Bill of Rights is the opinion of the Author based on the time when our Founders’ intended it to be.

This is not a book of fiction.

It is a nonfiction book with my opinions.

Printed in the United States of America.

Table of Contents

Acknowledgments

About the Author

Introduction

CHAPTER ONE

My God!

Chapter TWO

What Are Rights? (My Interpretation)

Chapter THREE

The Bill of Rights

Chapter FOUR

The Enemy Within

Chapter FIVE

Christians, Atheists, and the Supreme Court Will Destroy America over Social and Moral Issues

Chapter SIX

Losing Trust

Chapter SEVEN

Holly wood, the Environment, and Socialism

Chapter EIGHT

Suggested Bill of Rights Amendments Needed in a Digital Age (My Opinion)

APPENDIX A

The Mayflower Compact

APPENDIX B

The First Charter of Virginia

APPENDIX C

The Fundamental Orders of Connecticut

Acknowledgments

I use many references and quotes throughout these chapters from Life Magazine issues published in 1987 and 1991. The former is a special issue of Life Magazine entitled The Constitution and the latter a bicentennial issue entitled The Bill of Rights. Albeit, they were both written with a more liberal slant that were really flat out lies.

To Rush Limbaugh, who I am proud to admit agrees with me 99.7% of the time. May he rest in peace.

To Glenn Beck, who got me reading again.

To Bill O’Reilly who makes me cringe every time he says the government should pass a new law about this or that and when he says the president should get involved with this or that. Mostly all being unconstitutional.

To my wife, Gloria, who listens to my nightly tirades and still loves me.

About the Author

My name is C. Howard Diaz. I am an American of Mexican descent. I am not Latino. I am not a Hispanic. I am not Mexican-American. There is a difference. Congress encouraged the creation of Latinos, Hispanics, and other hyphenated Americans.

I grew up in South Central LA in a broken home and as an ethnic minority. I am not a university graduate, but I did graduate from high school. I have lived a pretty good life because I’m not stupid nor do I lack common sense. I do have the brains that God gave me.

I grew up believing that being American was the best thing that could happen to a person. To my parents, being Mexican only signified the country from which they migrated. They migrated to come to the land of freedom and opportunity.

I remember movies that portrayed immigrants arriving from Europe, seeing the Statue of Liberty for the first time. Actors like Spencer Tracy played characters whose first goal was to learn American English—the language of our liberty. Next, they studied to become citizens, and the day they did was glorious. To be an American was foremost in the mind of the immigrant. Next to being an American, the most important thing was being an individual, not part of an ethnic group.

Every success or failure in my life is because I, C. Howard Diaz, a man, did it. Not because I’m an American, not because I’m of Mexican descent, but because America gave me the chance to succeed or fail. And I did it with America’s blessing!

I began working at age ten in a tortilla factory. From 6:00 a.m. to about 8:30 a.m. each morning, I counted corn tortillas into stacks of one dozen as they came off the press. I sold newspapers from 4:00 p.m. until 7:00 p.m. each night until, at age fifteen, I started working in the produce department of a grocery store. I moved my way up the union shop, starting as an apprentice to becoming a journeyman. One of my jobs was being a trimmer. A trimmer is the person who keeps the vegetables looking as fresh as possible.

I joined the military at age seventeen, and by age twenty, I became staff sergeant. I was responsible as an intercept control tech (ICT) and became the first intercept tech controller (ITC) among men on the crew. I wasn’t even old enough to drink with them, but I was one of the crew. After my discharge in 1958, at the age of twenty-one, I joined a company in Los Angeles as a machine shop loader. A loader is the guy who carries the heavy materials to the machines. So, basically, I was at the bottom of the ladder.

During the following three years, I was promoted from loader to expediter, to coordinator, to lead coordinator, and finally to production control supervisor. During my sixth year with the company, I was passed over for a promotion that I deserved, so I decided to leave the company.

After a short stint in the bar business, I was hired as a manufacturing production control planner and, within three months, was promoted to management systems analyst. A few months later, I was promoted to inventory control manager. At that point, my former boss’s boss offered me a job as supervisor of fabrication control for a company that built helicopters. I took the job and, three months later, was promoted to general supervisor of fabrication control. I supervised 350 people.

Later in life, I founded and ran a consulting company and published a semitechnical magazine that was read in twenty-two countries. I have traveled extensively to South Korea and Canada as a consultant.

Throughout my life, I’ve never thought of myself as anything but a man who had been given the same opportunity that is given to every American—the chance to succeed. I have never been ashamed of being of Mexican descent, nor have I ever felt any prejudice against me.

While trying to analyze why I never felt any prejudice against me, I’ve come to some conclusions.

When my mother came to the United States, she was only nine years old, and my grandparents settled in a part of Los Angeles that was predominantly white. As a result, I learned English as my first language. These factors facilitated development opportunity for my human abilities.

My parents didn’t move into a barrio. They learned and accepted English as their language. They assimilated.

Back then, there were no schools that taught in Spanish; the government created that. There were no signs in Spanish; the government created that.

I got my first job (before and after the military) without equal-opportunity employers and affirmative action; the government created that.

I was accepted because I wasn’t an adult who walked around saying, Orale man. Que pasa? The government created that, too.

When I was passed over for promotion, I didn’t claim prejudice or racism; the government created that.

No prejudice was ever shown against me because in my heart and soul, I was and am an American. I believe prejudice lies in the heart of the beholder.

I have been fortunate enough to travel to South Korea on several occasions. On my first visit, I was the guest of Samsung, one of the largest corporations in Korea. During that visit, I went to a city called Kumi to tour a telecommunications assembly plant. Kumi is about three hours south of Seoul by train.

In Kumi, I exited the train station and looked out on the streets filled with people. I felt something different. At first, it was a funny feeling, then it struck me; I was the only American in a street filled with hundreds, if not thousands, of Koreans. This was the first time in my life where I was the only American in such a large crowd.

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