In Honor of Miosotis Familia

This last week Miosotis Familia, 48-year-old mother of 3, and herself the youngest of 10 children from a Dominican Republic family that immigrated to New York was killed, assassinated, because she was a police officer working in the Bronx.  There is significant danger for those that choose an occupation with the intent to protect us, the public, and to ensure our nation is a nation of laws and civility, we should be forever grateful to all those who risk their lives to protect us.

 

In Honor of Miosotis Familia

 

Love, laughter, a family, a future

She dreamt and worked to ensure

 

And to a higher commitment of a civil cause

Never expecting glory, recognition or applause

 

A commitment to another family of blue

With oath of service, keeping the peace for me and you

 

Knowing danger, knowing pain

Out there, in snow, heat or rain

 

Risking daily for our safety and peace

Fear, tension that can never cease

 

You who’ve made the ultimate sacrifice

Who’ve given more than anyone could ask

 

For you and your family we do pray

As well your family of blue still in danger every day!

 

Healthcare debates…

I had a debate recently with a newly minted doctor about healthcare and healthcare insurance.  He was incredibly excited about the prospects for medical improvements due to research and the application of technology, sometimes called smart medicine.  It was his belief that these advancements will bring down the cost of healthcare over time as well as dramatically improve efficacy.  His argument is that capitalism in the healthcare markets allows for these advancements, and that a national healthcare system would certainly curtail these investments.   I was making the case for a government sponsored/payer system.  That insurance companies could compete to provide local or regional administration of healthcare, thereby ensuring some competition for renewable delivery contracts as is common in large federal contracting today.  I think there is room for both capitalism as well as socialism in healthcare.  Yes I know many will read socialism as a bad word, but truly health insurance has a good for society component.  Some element of basic care will always be guaranteed simply because to not do so would jeopardize the social fabric. There will always be individuals that will risk not having healthcare due to financial imperatives of the now that outweigh the future, and then they’ll show up at emergency rooms looking for care.  We cannot turn them away because our social constructs will not allow for it, we are not a people without compassion.   So it was my argument, that we have a certain basic health care that is guaranteed for by our federal government and that supplemental insurance that co-exists to provide a capitalism component.   Yes, it will be difficult to define what is “guaranteed” in healthcare, and what would be supplemental, but that is a healthy debate to have.  Healthcare insurance as someone recently said is complicated.  It seems to me that we need to set our priorities and then have the debates needed to arrive at a solution.  Our country has tackled complex problems successfully many times in the past.  Together, bridging the divides with vigorous debate is the way forward.  And to my young doctor friend, keep fighting to ensure that advancement in medicine will be part of the future!

The magazine website: www.words-matter.net will be presenting several articles in the coming weeks on health care, and I’ll be contributing.  Please give it look!

 

Independence Day…

 

Patriots Ideals

 

Ideals defined by thought and design

Those words become one with us

Forever fair and free in heart and mind

 

Committed complete and with resolve

To share, care, protect and nurture

Never weak or slow to problem-solve

 

With higher purpose and with pride

Protecting our freedoms, doing what’s right

Onto the challenge, into the fire we do ride

 

Whenever wherever those colors do fly

There too are the thoughts and words

Meaning and purpose no one can deny

 

Through this creation of freedom air

Our patriot’s words and deeds ensure

A nation, a people beyond compare

 

Our united ideals were always right

Learning, welcoming, understanding

America’s past, present and future’s bright!

 

 

 

 

Salute to America!

Last night we went to a Salute to America Concert at Greenfield Village, Dearborn MI.   This concert has been presented every year for 25 years.  It featured the Detroit Symphony Orchestra and The US Army Jazz Band in accompaniment.   It was a beautiful evening, and the concert was great and so too were the fireworks!.  The 1812 Overture at the end with cannon accompaniment was extraordinary, and made everyone jump!  I don’t know if I’ll ever listen to symphonic music on a regular basis, but sometimes it is so uplifting as it demonstrates what we as humans can collectively create through so many separate efforts.  So many instruments combined into beautiful music that inspires.  The passion of an individual artist is amazing to see, and sometimes when you focus on a single artist perform you come away with a great sense of their soul as it is exposed through music. However, 50 people all playing their part with passion rises up to an unassailable force and wall of passion and sound.   I’m sure you know the experience and understand it if not exactly in these words, then in that feeling in your chest that rises up into a sensory explosion as the mind tries to follow the flow of the music, even individual notes, it’s ebb of emotions with quiet sounds of few instruments, and rising crescendos of all musicians expressions and play, wow!

The Army Jazz band in accompaniment and solo performances were great too, they mixed in some Jazz and Swing as well.  The Army Band also played a Jazzy version of each of the Armed Services songs, they asked all the veterans and current military to stand when they hear their service’s song.  My dad looked so absolutely proud to be standing during the Navy’s Anchors Away song… he seemed to stand a little taller and straighter than usual on this his 83rd birthday! 

The Ying and Yang of Me…

 

Both of Me

 

Defined this one by what I do

But what does it mean to you

 

Is it accomplishment you see

Or the other person I’ve come to be

 

Two minds working side by side

Trying to balance life’s bumpy ride

 

Is relevance now in the past

Will accomplishments really last

 

Understand this from where you are

The only way to see is from afar

 

Too close you find us two

Easy to confound and confuse

 

Conflict unbalanced by change

Priorities, thoughts rearrange

 

Energetic me is forever younger

The other me somewhat stronger

 

Ying and yang of who we are

Bringing peace and sometimes war

 

Somedays are not so good…

Migraine

 

Image perfect and clear

Now splintered, or wet

Jagged confused, pain too near

 

Mad at disrupt of day

Of mind’s perfect betrayal

Forcing an all stop and stay

 

Find quiet, find dark

See mind electric

Seek calm, control spark

 

Simple mind matters

Failure is great pain

Loss leaves me in tatters

 

Knife shatters all peace

Stomach erupts

Breathe, hope it will ease

 

Vision back, but I don’t want to see

Stay in dark, quiet

Manage pain and just try to breathe

 

Always hours, maybe five

Hang on and live

Get there, just survive

 

Brutal, life stress affects

Try to control, or accept

It’s just one of many defects

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Happy Dad’s Day

Dad’s Day

Fathers are a biological fact
Being Dad is an alive, loving act

My Dad is world best
I did boast to all the rest

My Dad taught me to swim
And to race with intent to win

My Dad taught me to play ball
And ride his shoulders to never feel small

My Dad taught me to pray
And know right from wrong, never gray

My Dad taught me to fix and repair
And to treat everything with love and care

My Dad taught me how to fight
If I needed to protect what’s right

My Dad taught me humility and peace
When I really need to unclench my fists

My Dad taught me emotion is okay
With his stories, he could tell all day

My Dad taught me the love of a good drink
As long as I took the time to savor and think

My Dad taught me a way to live
And to others, a legacy I hope to give

My Dad is Dad on Father’s Day
A loving act precious to me each and every day

This Morning an Article Provides Perspective

I was thinking of a Father’s Day poem I was going to write, when I read an article this morning that distracted me.  It was by Afshan Jafar, an associate professor of sociology at Connecticut College.   The article was titled “Yes, I wish we Muslims could stop terrorism”.  It was partly as I expected, the impact of terrorism on Muslims is greater in the scale of injury, death and sheer terror in predominately Muslim regions of the world, and if there was a way, they would love as much as Christians do, to find a way to root out and drive out extremists.  However, I also learned something new, or more accurately was inspired with a different perspective.

She points out how we, and her students, think we can answer the fill-in-the-blank question “Muslim women are…?” yet when she asks the next question, which is “Christian women are…?” This question makes no sense.  How, they ask could we speak for all Christian women or make a universal remark about them?  Yet we do not afford Islam a similar understanding that its adherents are really billions of people with diverse and complicated histories.  It brings out our biases, and lack of understanding about the extent and diversity of Islam religion and its adherents, Muslim’s.   I know plenty that believe that the religion is inherently violent, and therefore adherents are too somehow guilty by association to extremists. Yet the situation is far more complicated. They were born into a culture and heritage, just as a Christians.  Many of us where born into Christianity, yet have wide differences in what that means, Catholic, or Baptist or other… and furthermore all kinds of social strata, economic opportunity, and variety in education opportunities and culture. She makes a case that “It is this falsely constructed singular identity which makes us think that the cause of extremism is somehow inherent in Islam and not a product of specific political, social and economic histories of a region or country”.

Afshan described her life as young girl in Pakistan, living with a freedom that we would recognize, a freedom to walk to friend’s homes to play and socialize, to go to school without fear.  How when she was 12 they celebrated the end of dictatorship with the election in a woman, Benazir Bhutto, as prime minister of Pakistan.  How freedoms and progressiveness that prevailed decades ago, have been rolled back dramatically in so many parts of the world, replaced with oppression, fear and restrictions.  Imagine a woman leading a predominately Muslim country and presenting opportunity for advancement of women, and in general democratic principles.  Where are we now?  Why is the world regressive or retrograde, like we are going back in time, with less understanding with fewer freedoms, and more fear?

To say that this retrograde, or failure in culture is a problem with Islam, and Muslims is too simple.   Christianity, the West, the US, own some responsibility in a battle for civilization and civility.  Remember we funded the mujahedeen as a wedge against the Soviet Union, thus giving rise to the Taliban.  We watched as the Arab Spring unraveled when it met the might and resistance of dictatorial regimes.  We allowed red-lines to be crossed with-out consequence.  The Western world has put oil ahead of humanity and rights. We are complicit in the rise of some of these extremist groups.  We must continue to engage and be part of the solution in fighting Islamic extremist terrorism, and do it with the help of Muslims and predominately Islamic countries.  We all own the impact of children that know not what freedom means… “The casualties have been hope and optimism, long abandoned by the old and unknown to the young” … I agree.  I also believe that for society to win, mother’s will make the difference, by encouraging and fighting for education, encouraging a culture of tolerance, and an understanding of history, and hope for the future.   Father’s too will be critical to show strength without violence, to show reasoning without bias, to allow for openness and understanding. These things are what will allow society and civilization to move forward and reverse the degradations of culture at a micro-level.  Government and religious leaders need to work together to create an environment that allows the positive advancement of civilization, while simultaneously rooting out and exterminating evil.  I’m an optimist, I believe that it may take a long time but we will get there with the help of education and perspective.

I’ll get to the Father’s Day post later this week!

 

You want my vote?

So, You Want My Vote

 

I’m a citizen, tell me something of note

If you have the gall to ask for my vote

 

Don’t tell me the others are not safe

Don’t tell me of news that’s really fake

 

Let’s hear the vision you have for us

Or don’t bother to lecture us

 

We are not fools that believe just anything

We are life busy, so be clear and say something

 

Why can’t there be a true debate

Instead of all this yelling and hate?

 

Why don’t we respect each other

And not hide truth from one-another?

 

And when you get there to fulfill your oath

Why would you pound your chest and boast?

 

The reason you’re there is to serve

Not to gloat about something you don’t deserve

 

Work with each other, make a future of note

Don’t just battle and position for my next vote!

 

 

 

 

Perfect Symmetry…

Symmetry in Five Word Lines

 

 

See harmony, beauty in words

Symmetry of balance this affords

 

Left side, right side balance

Keep us centered without dissidence

 

Justice is symmetry of fair

Good, bad in the air

 

Hear the music beautiful sound

Build up then swing down

 

See harmony in the dance

Mirrored movement in a trance

 

Lovely symmetry in her eyes

Heart soars into the skies

 

Find symmetry in your world

Beauty is sure to unfurl

 

My Stories, Poetry, Thoughts of the day