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... may live to see some fraction of the battle won.” James Hilton
Only a few years ago, I had the honor of serving in a small outpost of the cultural war that consumes American politics in the second decade of the 21st century. This undeclared, but ceaselessly waged, war is a struggle for the soul and future of America. Within this decade it may be decisively won by those who, whatever their faults, seek to ensure that “government of the people, by the people, for the people does not perish” or by those who believe the rich should rule and the rest should submit.... (more)
Tonight as the darkness falls
I'm thinking back fondly to 1963 And the way our lives and outlook used to be As the hallowed words come back to me From TV shows, the voices ring out In quite moments when the silence can nearly shout I recall how we would walk and, talk about What we had to do so the dream would work out
You said: Nobody but the brave Nobody but the brave Those alone are strong enough to save Something from what everybody gave
Nobody but the brave Nobody but the brave
It seems these nights I see you again my friend The way you looked way back then... (more)
Where justice is denied,
Ignorance and enmity prevail.
Where one group is oppressed,
Every group must face travail.
Many yearn for peace
With a pure and sincere desire
But unless they also fight for justice
True peace has no chance to transpire.
When the presumptions of some
Degrade or malign any
People and their property are endangered,
Be they the few or the many.
Where a youth is wrongly suspected
Bigotry runs wild.
When a vigilante pulls the trigger,
He executes a child.
A razor drawn, through the colors of my life
Red trails follow, enough to spite.
Angles deep and narrow channel
Direct the flow, excite the annals.
Now I’m left with the tint of life
Spreading quickly toward a light.
I yield again to the cutting's peace
Nothing left not even speech.
First written in: opinionsofeye.com(more)
They said to me, “Walk!”. My feet wouldn't move, frozen by the accident. Appendages that normally would make me useful, mobile, independent, I now drag them along, taking care that I don't injure them, leaving me bleeding or with an undiscovered infection. The accident, as I call it, was not an accident. It was a purposeful intended act, inspired by lust and hate. They did to me that which I cannot tell, the acts so horrific. Regardless of the details of their brutal incursion, what I was left with was a handicap, one of the mind, not the body. Having to make do with a shredded normality, crawling... (more)
...for who I am. Continuing on, pressing against a rush of water, the tide of public opinion and internal questions. I lift a weary hand to grab hold of the branches of promise jutting out of the banks at every turn, guardians to help in the unsure and trying times. Inch by painstaking inch I struggle through the cold waters, surrounded by banks of slippery self esteem. When I try to crawl out, I slide back quickly, if not for the holds I kicked in the mud, pats on the back, given only by me. I can see in the distance the calm lake, a haven of peace, where my mind is quiet from the... (more)
Consider a stone, lying on the ground, in plain sight, so many around. Some have kicked, and others thrown. But not a soul wants to own. A cutter came with his skill, and gathered it from the hill. Sharp blows came swift, followed by hard thought Chipping at the skin, all the stone was wrought. At last being done, held for all to see a brilliant diamond, from the likes of me...
The blows that I wrote about cause great pain, however, this pain is working for a deeper goal than present satisfaction. I can assure you that future successes can only be gained by present... (more)
...on themselves and went to home or church.
In their ignorance and arrogance they made adverse choices.
Now, the battle is upon you and they have left you in the lurch.
So forget about external help,
To thine own selves be true.
In this terrible and protracted struggle,
You each must be there again repeatedly for every one of you.
Though now scorned and abandoned.
You form the last thin line
That can teach the children
Of a fair and happier time.
You have become such easy targets
Of the vicious, crass, and... (more)
... the first place to start.
If we tremble, cry, and let the world go down in flames.
Those who perish within them will scorn us and curse our names.
It is not that it is easy; it is not that it is fair.
There is no one else for it so we simply must dare.
Though struggle and pain are the likely reward,
There is too much worth saving not to step forward.
Let us stand up for our cherished ideals.
Let those who would dominate learn how brave opposition feels.
From numerous acts of courage and belief,
Let those imperiled feel a... (more)
...we worked together, I had frequently championed their cause and mine before local and state authorities. I wanted to ensure that they knew this would continue.
Along with my goodbye letter, I gave them this poem which is an adapted and updated version of a song from the civil rights struggle in Mississippi in the mid to late 1960s. Now we are again in a period when reactionary politicians and a fearful and angry populace are looking for somebody to bear the brunt of their fear and anger. The difference is that now the scapegoating is not confined to one state or even to one... (more)
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