Response to a Fear-making Article

 

I’m writing a response to and essay called “How to Destroy America”.  When we became the “melting pot”, we had the big dreams without the slightest notion of what that would mean over time.  Now, as we see even parts of Europe breaking down, autonomy by one group appears to be slipping away.  In essence, we are watching the white race become a minority, worldwide.   The same thing is happening in Britain.  Foreigners are being warned to “pack their bags”, even people who have existed for generations in that place.  Hitler called it the mongrelization of the race and killed millions of innocents while trying to prevent it.  And yet it is coming.  That much is clear.  What can we do?

We have at least two choices. 1) We can allow it to happen naturally, making adjustments to our culture over the decades as needed, in order to keep this melting pot, or tossed salad, focused and productive.  That will take an enormous amount of mental and physical adjustment.  Certainly, our ideas and traditions will be tossed and changed.  2) We can resist, take up arms, and try to kill enough people to even the numbers.  Why would I want to do that?  It might be my group that is massacred.  White supremacists here and abroad are loud in their demonstrations of resistance.  What are they trying to save?  People of different cultures and races have mated and reproduced.  Sex doesn’t discriminate.  If we had maintained racial purity and put everyone different from us in their own countries…what would life be like now?

I believe that we are at a truly critical moment in human history.  How we will handle it is the ultimate question.  Will we continue to try to make race the dividing line between one group and another?  What if we decided that all people really are equally entitled and then put our efforts into making food and health and citizenship available to all?  Without differences in color, how would we decide who could or could not have the jobs, education, health care, etc. available to the privileged?  Color is the easiest way to tell who’s who!  But it’s so easy anyone can do it.  How will we measure human worth when color is not the biggest clue?

Our inevitable mongrelization stands to make us all safer, stronger and better in the long run.  If you can survive it. White supremacy will not stand, no matter what.  Our numbers are already too low to rebound.  Donald Trump doesn’t even know what a symbol he is!  “Make America great again” is pulling at people’s fear of the change that has already come.  They want it to go away, and they’re willing to build a wall to keep it out.  Trump says we’re a mess because of it; and people look past his madness and believe in his cause. Can we learn to make a better, stronger world, seeing ourselves as Americans or British or Germans or Mexicans or French or persons only by virtue of our citizenship?  Are we strong enough to see all of this as growth and decide to go with it and see where it leads?  What could happen if Caucasians don’t have all of the power?   They’ve brought us to this moment.  That’s the big question now. Fasten your seatbelts.  It’s going to be a bumpy ride.  (c)  July 16, 2016

Grrrrmmmphhh, Mmmmmpphhhh

What’s on my mind? You may be sorry you asked. But here it is. I can’t help noticing that national news is pressing on the race riot button. “…the highest level of racial tension since the 60’s”…the upcoming convention…1800 riot police billeted at Case Western Reserve…3 guys shot in Norfolk, VA, yesterday while they sat in their car and listened to music…

 

I also notice that the efforts of hundreds of thousands of peaceful protesters around my country have had an oceanic effect on people who are not the news – people like you and me who have sought and found many examples of human kindness between shades of color, police and citizens, people of good will who have begun the necessary dialogue to heal themselves and one another.

 

Why is this thread not continuing to be followed? We’ve begun the dialogue. We’ve told the truth about the simple wisdom of “Black Lives Matter”, exposing the hateful lies that have circulated about it for months. We want to know each other again, to clasp hands and re-neighbor one another.

 

But (cue the shark attack music) the big stories now involve us all being ready to erupt in killing and burning again. What’s up? Well, maybe this is a way of getting us nervous enough that we’ll watch TV over the next weeks, waiting for the violence that is sure to come. I feel manipulated out of my sense of the rightness of peaceful protest and Clevelanders joining hands this weekend to circle the city in love.

 

Down deep, I believe that racial hatred from whites comes from a knowledge of how much hurt we have caused people of color since arriving here many hundreds of years ago. We know that our behavior toward others has been so foul that if we ever let them up from under our feet, they will come for us and kill us all. And now, white middle-aged fearers and fear mongerers around the world are onto the fact that more people of color exist than they do. White supremacy has just destroyed the British Empire and threatens the rest of the European Union. African American, Latino, Muslim faces will be the dominant ones in a few years. Oh, horror!!!!!

 

So, at the bottom of this latest media flurry of fear is the fact that one very sad, sick, and world-weary black veteran shot back. Prayers for the shooter? How dare they? Well, I’m angry as hell. I resent being ordered into another race war; I resent it down to my toes! Does anyone else feel that way?          © Lucia Weinroth, 7/14/62

Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening – By Donald J Drumpf

This is from a blog called The Rotting Post which boasts of the finest in literary snark.  I put it here too, because I don’t ever want to lose it.  Wonderful!

 

I have a pretty good idea whose woods these are, believe me. And let me tell you something, my people say he’s a complete nobody. This guy lives in the village.   So what if he sees me stopping her…

Source: Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening – By Donald J Drumpf

Kiss My WHAT?

November 18, 2013

 

Today I read a comment online made by someone in politics, and it stopped me in my tracks.  It referred to the plan of several U. S. senators to expand, rather than contract Social Security by making the tax applicable above the current income cutoff point.  It would mean that people making a good deal of money each year would continue to be taxed beyond their first $100,000.00.  That would be plenty to keep pensioners going for many years to come.  The solid part is that it comes from working people and can finance their futures in a stronger way.

Uh oh.  But that would mean that rich folks would be taxed as lower income folks are taxed.  Someone decided to put in print in the Washington Post that it wouldn’t make sense to take such a big glob of money to give to the elderly.  I sat stunned.  I thought of movies like “A Clockwork Orange” and “Soylent Green” and “Blade Runner”.  I thought of ways that big pharma works to put people my age on more and more drugs.  Having such a great doc in Millersburg, I’ve learned that drugs are not the only, nor are they always the best way to go.  The health value of the food we are offered came up next, with the additives and GMO’s and poor working conditions for farm workers and animals alike.  I thought of those who want us to work longer.  And I finally got to the part about how some sub-Neanderthal brain fart thinks we no longer have value when we aren’t making money for him.  

And I thought, “Kiss my WHAT???”, damned him to Hell, and wrote Sherrod Brown a thank you letter.

What are we missing here?

Today and yesterday, the word went out from ECAD (East Coast Assistance Dogs) that the pups we watched being born a few months ago and have followed since are about to be transferred to a training facility.  There are eight Golden Retriever pups who will make someone’s life worthwhile again in a very short time.

There are close to 5000 of us tuned in today to watch till they leave.  We have jobs and families and activities to engage in and with.  But we can’t stop watching them!  What is it about a group of cuddly fuzzballs that has us all in a froth?

Most people love puppies.  Puppies are cute.  Our hearts just go to where they are and root for them to thrive.  But this feeling among the 5000 goes deeper.  These are to be service dogs.  Some, valued between $25,000.00 and $50,000.00, will be given free to wounded veterans.  They will be trained together as a unit and will become bonded in the deepest way possible.  The dogs will comfort and calm them when a loud noise frightens them.  Some who were hermits will now get outside and begin to live again.  Those who cannot walk or see or hear or hope will have a soft and furry appendage who can do all of that for them.

In the end, the 5000 grieve for the deeper love we feel for these 8 animals.  It isn’t often that you get so close to uncritical acceptance, deep and selfless loyalty, joyous companionship, and life-saving love determined that everything go for us as well as it possibly can.  In these small furry faces we capture all of those feelings and qualities.  Who wouldn’t grieve when love like that trots, wagging, out the door?  I have to go back and say goodbye again.

Older dogs and newer tricks

Today, we took our beloved 10 year old black Lab, Robin, for her second acupuncture treatment.  She has spondylosis, which basically comes down to being lower back problems brought on by age.  The summer has been hard for her as various treatment ideas were explored, but this one is a delight.  Since her first treatment last week, she has been just this side of capering and cavorting.  Watching her legs move easily instead of stiffly is a dream come true for us.

I don’t and won’t let go of my older pets.  I’m just not built that way.  I also will not allow them to suffer needlessly so that I can have their company for awhile longer.  The “Dog Save” piece I put on my FB page brought this to mind.  

Robin and I are just about the same age.  While she was waiting for her first acupuncture treatment, I just did for her what I needed to do for myself.  If it was raining and my lower back was griping, I gave Robin her pain pill.  We’re basically old ladies at “the home” together – it’s just that it’s OUR home.

She got the full treatment: scented candles, soft blanket, fountain, meditation music, darkened room.  Her only problem was that because of where the needles were placed, she couldn’t lie down or wag her tail.  And so, I held up her head and neck and talked mush to her while a vet tech held up her lower body.  For half an hour.  Guess what?  My back hurts!  BUT HERS DOESN’T!

Still Singing into the Fan – copyright Lucia Weinroth

You know, I loved doing the NSA pieces, but they are limiting.  This blog will allow more of what I am thinking, feeling, and deciding.  (One thing I’ve decided already is to use the Oxford Comma.  I love the Oxford Comma.)

Things in my life change rapidly these days, because I am changing.  If my experiences touch yours, I hope that they will come to you as a blessing.  If they don’t, then it is YOU who are out of touch. (Absolutely joking here.  Just wanted you to see what it could be like to be in this space with me.  Hey ho.)