Insight…

Happy Juneteenth!
If you don’t know what it means… look it up… it is a day of great importance in our journey as a nation.

Fade to Light

Living in darkness
Colorless faces
Fear of dreams
Fear of falling
Tripping on the climb
Whistling at shadows
Never risking desire
Distance thunder
Golden flashes light
Shadowed clouds
Clouds of rain
Better than nothingness
Better than colorless
Daring to wish
Daring to feel worthy
Of dreams of color
Of world alive
That can only be found
In the risk of insight
That sparks the night
And darkness fades
To color and light

Living in the Present…

Child’s Play

Child plays at work
Dad works to play
Poor living rich
Rich living poor
Famous desiring obscurity
Obscure wants to be noticed
Evangelist seeks God at the expense of Man
Atheist seeks Man at the expense of God
Those that cannot see, hear more
Those that cannot hear, see more
Wise man knows not enough
Yet an ignorant man knows everything
Some dream of the future success
Others remember past glories
While we all live in a present
that is here only once…

Equality for All on Flag Day 2020…

I just came from posting the flag on the front of the house, I saluted it as I should for it is our flag day.  Commemorating the act of a continental congress to define a union of colonies, now states that will build a great nation with ideals that all men are created equal and none should be above the law.  On June 14, 1777, this congress decided that the equality of these colonies shall be represented in thirteen stripes, and the original thirteen stars on a blue field, a field with room for many more, many that will be welcomed to this land, this nation, and with reverence we’ll abide by the principles put forth by men who risked their lives to sign for independence and fairness and opportunity for the pursuit of happiness… and yet the pursuit of equality under the law continues.  Today I read a poem, that asks for forgiveness for our lack of generosity, for our thrashing of this dream of equality as we have practiced in these last so many centuries.  We know better now we think, yet read this poem from 1920, and ask if it is no different today than 100 years ago?    I had to find out what Darkwater was, and through the Gutenberg Project https://www.gutenberg.org/files/15210/15210-h/15210-h.htm
I found the book published in 1920. Called Darkwater by W.E.B Du Bois.   It is amazing… I included a poem from the end of Darkwater below…

 

I did not think… I did not know… 
    What pale excuse is this I make
In answer to my brother’s woe, 
Age-long, for deep injustice sake!

Across his mute and patient soul, 
   While I have gone my heedless way,
The shadows of a fate might roll
   That deepened night and darkened day.

But I have read a burning page,
  That glowed with white and soul-wrung fire,
And now no more I may engage
    My conscience with a feeble hire. 

For all the wrong I did not heed, 
   Chance-born in happier paths to live,
I cry unto my brother’s need
  One word of love and shame… forgive!

 

At the end of Black Water is the following Poem By W.E.B Du Bois: 

A Hymn to the Peoples

O Truce of God!
And primal meeting of the Sons of Man,
Foreshadowing the union of the World!
From all the ends of earth we come!
Old Night, the elder sister of the Day,
Mother of Dawn in the golden East,
Meets in the misty twilight with her brood,
Pale and black, tawny, red and brown,
The mighty human rainbow of the world,
Spanning its wilderness of storm.
Softly in sympathy the sunlight falls,
Rare is the radiance of the moon;
And on the darkest midnight blaze the stars—
The far-flown shadows of whose brilliance
Drop like a dream on the dim shores of Time,
Forecasting Days that are to these
As day to night.
So sit we all as one.
So, gloomed in tall and stone-swathed groves,
The Buddha walks with Christ!
And Al-Koran and Bible both be holy!
Almighty Word!
In this Thine awful sanctuary,
First and flame-haunted City of the Widened World,
Assoil us, Lord of Lands and Seas!
We are but weak and wayward men,
Distraught alike with hatred and vainglory;
Prone to despise the Soul that breathes within—
High visioned hordes that lie and steal and kill,
Sinning the sin each separate heart disclaims,
Clambering upon our riven, writhing selves,
Besieging Heaven by trampling men to Hell!
We be blood-guilty!
Lo, our hands be red!
Not one may blame the other in this sin!
But here—here in the white
Silence of the Dawn,
Before the Womb of Time,
With bowed hearts all flame and shame,
We face the birth-pangs of a world:
We hear the stifled cry of Nations all but born—
The wail of women ravished of their stunted brood!
We see the nakedness of
Toil, the poverty of Wealth,
We know the Anarchy of Empire, and doleful Death of Life!
And hearing, seeing, knowing all, we cry:
Save us, World-Spirit, from our lesser selves!
Grant us that war and hatred cease,
Reveal our souls in every race and hue!
Help us, O Human God, in this Thy Truce,
To make Humanity divine!

Hamburger and Fries…

Hamburger and Fries

They were tasty last night
But hurt my stomach this morn  
I slept quite well excepting cramping,
And it seems a thing of late,
Or early this morning 
I thought of the gluten of fried potatoes,
And/or the bun, or maybe
The fat in beef of unknowable origin,
But mostly I thought not to do this again
Until I sufficiently forget.

Blank White…

 

A Blank White Page

I look at the page, blank white
Today it is intimidating
I think of what it means
So often it is inviting, it’s home
As I write whatever I feel
Even if it seems just words, hidden meanings
There’s always something my mind has to say
With only a general idea, a thought to light the way
But there is no docent present today
To help me navigate the blank white
Like a snow storm, stubbornly white
So much happening, history being made
And sorrows and joys, but not on this page
Maybe a metaphor for history that’s too light
Too long a blank page white
It’s history that writes of the present
The resistance against a too long white page
That adds color to the canvas, add ink to this day, this age
And rewrites the history of a blank white page.

 

Thoughts…

Thoughts

They may be yours
They may be mine
They may come
Or they may go
They may be stolen
They might have been inspired
They may be desired
They may be trivial
They may be grand
They may be dark
They may be light
They may be deep
They may be simple
They may be complex
They are often fleeting
And thus forgotten
If so, did they ever exist?

… Now what was I thinking?

 

The Question of Institutional Racism…

Yesterday I was sent an article from a friend.  The article was from National Review, this is a right wing (right of right) news/commentary outlet that I’ve never seen before.  The article, very well written, uses data in a way to convince the reader that racism is not institutionalized in the police and justice system in our country.  He asked what I think.   The word institutionalized is critical.   Per Merriam-Webster dictionary, the applicable definition is: established as a common and accepted part of a system or culture…  So, we can examine if the “system” has features that promotes or allows racism and or a “culture” that promotes or allows racism?   Also, we could ask if other systems that interact with the system at question has a way of influencing the Institutions of law enforcement and judicial or criminal system.   For example, education, economic, and even healthcare systems.

There is a classic argument those on the left make vs. those on the right.  The right says, if you have equal opportunity, there is no racism.  The left says, if the results on a large sample size show great disparity, then there is not equal opportunity, and therefore there is racism.  As measuring opportunity and how it’s presented to people is extraordinarily difficult, requiring sampling through control groups, the statistical results associated with outcomes are more indicative of assessing if there is racism.   But even if the numbers show extraordinary bias, such as 3x the number of blacks died from COVID-19, 2x die from interacting with police, 3x are unemployed, and 3x more likely large company “C” positions are white, 3x blacks over whites are incarcerated, etc.  This does not mean the racism is systemic, it can mean that the system is designed to be fair, but the people in the system that make the day-to-day decisions are racists, i.e. it is part of the culture that allows it to be accepted.

The issue is complex, but the data is overwhelming that there is a problem.  My theory is that in all cases except maybe professional sports (NFL, NBA) the numbers indicate a profound racism is prevalent in our society.  As I have witnessed it myself, and so many others have testified to it and are protesting it, I know it is there.  I believe there are also changes in the system that could be made to better hold racists that operate in our systems accountable.  Remove them before they do harm, or hold them accountable per the law in a way that is just and timely.  Given the low rate of conviction for police that kill civilians (black as well as white) I believe that the criminal justice system is too cozy with law enforcement, and there is insufficient oversight.  Within such a system, racists cannot just exist, but do outsized damage to our society.  I’m confident that most police are good and are not racists, but if there is limited oversight, and a too cozy relationship with prosecutors then racists can operate with relative impunity within the context of this system.

I also think that we who have lived with the privilege of being white should help move the understanding and conversation toward resolving the issue of racism and grievances of 13% of the population that are black, as well as the approximately 17% of the population that are brown, because it is right and Christian to do so, and because it is in our best interest to have a society that lives and functions in harmony rather than discord.  Destruction of property, destruction of our economy, threats to our infrastructure, are all the things that can and will happen as a society tumbles into chaos because we cannot see, hear and empathize with those that are hurting.  We can help leave the world a better place or make it worse, this is the choice of this time and this generation.  I know what my choice is.

With regard to the article I read, I felt as if it was using data and clever encapsulation of the issue into narrow enough bounds to make a case that racism is not the problem that “the liberal media” is making it… the article and approach is misleading, and can even be dangerous.

 

Geological time

Why is it that you can go back in time as you go deeper in the Earth? Where do all the layers of dirt and rock come from? Is the earth getting bigger?  We live in the Holocene era.  This era of time is near the surface.  But millions of years in the future someone will be digging down to our time, to see what we were like, what refuge we left behind, what records of our primitive behaviors, our wars, our industry, our pollution, and our lives and entertainment.

But back to the question, does the Earth get fatter?  Well not really, the Earth is recycling, it brings it’s core through volcanic action lava and ash to layer over the surface.  Water crushes rock and deposits it from rivers and glaciers move boulders, and rock and dirt is displaced, and continents move, creating mountain ranges that give us majestic views.  The layering of one continent over another drives them to grand heights and layers of earth below.  Our planet is living and breathing at a metabolism much lower than we can sometimes comprehend.  But it is alive and it will have its say about our era, and sometime in its lifetime it will bury us deep, deep enough that we will start over and find our way towards a new era, billions of years from now.

An unbelievable scene…

Last night I was watching the news and saw the federal police use horses to push peaceful demonstrators off the streets in front of the white house, they used rubber bullets and tear gas as well as their horses and batons to move people, so that the president could speak on the lawn and tell the states to get their act together, to beat up and rough up the protesters, or he would send in the military, and he was doing this to protect our rights to have guns (2nd Amendment) and law and order. … the guns-right thing could only be to send a message to his right wing-nuts that they could carry guns into state capitols and intimidate others to get the country open and protect their businesses literally and figuratively.  And he made no mention of the tragic killing of yet another black man at the hands of criminal police that need to be justly arrested, tried and convicted, a right they denied George Floyd… then it became clearer why the streets were cleared of protesters, as he walked across the street for a photo-op in front of St. John’s church that was boarded up because of previous night damage during protesting turned violent.  People were hurt and treated roughly so he could go for a photo-op holding a bible, initially upside down until one of his sycophants corrected the pose.  Protesters were wrong to do damage to property and hurt others, including police, and the president is wrong to stoke divides in this country.
My God, what evil has been unleashed on our country by our own people, by our votes that said we don’t care what kind of person he is, just tear down the (deep) state… the mechanisms of government that protected us for years and still work despite his drive toward authoritative rule …. we are descending into a hell of our own making… rather than taking the opportunities to address the sins of our past and present with just changes and understanding and sympathy for others.   Donald, just go to your bunker and stay there locked away with your fear and go ahead and spin your narcissistic stories of greatness, but keep it to yourself, your form of help is not needed anymore.

We Must Listen to Each Other and Hear…

We Must Choose

We are born without memories
We are potential
We are not good nor bad
We are an empty jar
Of our own color, size, and shape
To be filled with experience
From the first breath with sounds
And sights, that we cannot comprehend
We are given the gift of love
Of understanding, of free will
And so we begin to choose
What to listen to, what memories
To remember, what to forget
What are the war cries of our tribe
What are the sorrows of our history
What is it that gives us identity 
We choose to embrace or to adapt 
We choose from the words we hear
What to believe, what not to believe
We choose to be aware or not
We choose to hear the pain and sorrow of others
We choose to not hear the war cries of agitators
We choose to be a force of good
We choose to replace anger with forgiveness
We choose to seek justice not revenge
We choose to vote for those who share the love of justice
We choose to understand that what we have in common is greater than what separates us…
Or we watch the world burn!

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