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Why Do I Write This Blog???

The easiest (and probably the most honest) answer to that question is: I don't know. It all started in the summer of 2005, when I went to Crawford, Texas ( a.k.a. the home of the prez's ranch, a.k.a. the home of Camp Casey) to support Cindy Sheehan. I wanted the world to know that, contrary to what one could read in the mainstream media, the peace movement was alive and well and large numbers of Americans did not support the war in Iraq. I wanted people to know that thousands of Americans were willing to travel to Texas and tolerate the heat, humidity, and bugs in order to support a grieving mother whose new purpose was to shine a light on the lies that led to the war and to bring home our troops so that no other mother would have to know the pain that she felt.

Over time, this blog has become more of an exploration of who I am, my spirituality, and how life works. I love life's complexities, exploring the shades of gray. I want to, as Rainier Maria Rilke said,

"Be patient toward all that is unsolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves, like locked rooms and like books that are now written in a very foreign tongue. Do not now seek the answers, which cannot be given you because you would not be able to live them. And the point is, to live everything. Live the questions now. Perhaps you will then gradually, without noticing it, live along some distant day into the answer."

Maybe my blog is just one big question about what is needed in order for people to take the time to love and cherish each other and our earth. Maybe someday, I will "live along some distant day into the answer."

In the meantime, thank you for joining me on my journey. I welcome you to share yours with me

 

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

Discrimination

Elizabeth Roberts is one of my two teachers. I asked her to speak at our MLK event this past Monday, because I knew that she had worked with Dr. King for three years during the 60's.

Elizabeth is a dynamite speaker whose words come from the heart. She is knowledgeable, honest and clear. I could listen to her all day.

In 1965, she was in college when a man came to a class she was in and said that they needed people to come down to Alabama. Elizabeth knew what she had to do.

On March 7, 1965, after receiving training in nonviolence, Elizabeth and others began the march from Selma. After only walking six blocks, they were stopped by lawmen at the Edmund Pettus Bridge. There, the marchers were beaten and tear-gassed. For the first time, Elizabeth GOT what discrimination was.

Coming from white privilege, Elizabeth knew that people got arrested when they did something wrong. On this march, she witnessed people being beaten and arrested without doing anything wrong. THAT is what discrimination looks like.



Racism isn't born, folks, it's taught. I have a two-year-old son. You know what he hates? Naps! End of list. ~Dennis Leary

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posted by Carol at 7:30 PM

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