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Character

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How has your winter been this year?

We are all in the middle of this time of the season.

Snow, rain, cold, dark skies.

Makes you want to stay inside and to find that thing that comforts you.

Hot chocolate does it for some.

For others, mac & cheese, maybe a crackling fire, a favorite book to read, some heartwarming music.

We all know that this season will pass and we know ahead of us lies the Spring.

We will change our garments shake off the warm clothes and welcome the return of the sun.

Life comes in cycles which have been recognized by all peoples the world over.

What if a group of people didn't want the spring to come?

What if this group of people wanted it to be winter all year long?

What would you ask these people why they want it to be winter all the time?

What would you do?

Character.

Character is a lost word in our 21st-century society.

For many, it is defined by the celebrity.

Character is recognized by the person who stands out from the crowd.

Character defined as the remarkable individual.

That's one definition, but it is not the origin of what the word character means.

To have character the individual lives by a set of moral principles recognized and defined by the society at large.

A real way to know if a person has character is when adversity strikes.

You lose your job what do you do?

Do you immediately take drugs and alcohol and soon die from an opioid overdose?

That person has no character.

Your wife dies you leaving you penniless.

Do you rob a bank to get back the money you believe you are owed?

That person has no character.

A woman is going through a bad divorce do you hit on her for sex?

That person has no character.

A person with character will not sit idly by when presented by adversity.

A person with character will not turn their backs when injustice strikes.

A person with character can be anyone big or small, young or old, wealthy or poor.

It is not just one definition of character that can respond to injustice.

We celebrate the differences.

Each and everyone has a responsibility, a privilege to stand against injustice.

There are those without character who seek to profit from adversity.

They sow seeds of fear, of anger, of myth.

Their personal gratification is in creating as much turmoil as they can.

They enjoy spreading the darkness, the cold of an eternal winter of the soul.

Hold up in a cave of white stone they blow ill winds of deceit.

But you want to know something.

They're just some old silly bear afraid of the change of season.

Their eyes strain at the brightness at the newness of the world to come.

No matter how much they may growl and howl and grit their teeth they can't stop the spring from coming.

They can't stop justice and equality for all.

Why?

Why because the universe itself bends towards justice.

No old bear in the White House can stop or will ever stop the rollout of justice.

Character.

– I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin, but by the content of their character.

– Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Found and Lost

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Found in history…

The communist GDR, German Democratic Republic was fearful that it's citizens were tempted by the sins of the west and erected a wall to keep them safe from temptation.

In reality, it was a wall of tyranny to keep a people subjugated to the will of the Soviet Union, formerly Russia, ruled by non-religious oligarchs of a type of communist state.

The GDR soon realized that the Berlin Wall kept the sheep in but did nothing to prevent freedom from seeping into the minds of the people of East Germany.

Lost…

The wall failed in its purpose the year was 1989.

Found in history…

Construction began in 122 AD in the province of Britannia the farthest northern border of the Roman Empire under the rule of Hadriani.

The purpose was to draw a line in the woods of the Britannia, later to be known as Great Britain, to keep the annoying raids conducted by the barbarous Picts, the northern city-states of the common area of Britannia.

You can also attribute the construction of the wall to the voices heard in the head of the aristocracy of Rome who believed the gods told them that a wall was needed around the entirety of their Empire to establish how important the Empire was to the world.

Hadrian's wall stretched from the Atlantic to the Dover coast with an average height of 4 feet or 1.2m.

People must have been really short in stature back then because the average person today could trip and roll over Hadrian's wall.

The wall stood, but the empire of the Romans did not.

Lost…

Hadrian's wall fell out of memory its purpose lost to narcissistic whims of a former aristocracy.

Found in history…

The greatest wall!

The power of tyrants is their ability to create fear either real or imagined.

The emperor tyrants of China and the emperor tyrants of the Mongols had been at war with each other for hundreds of years.

The Chinese emperor's got the noble notion to erect a wall across their entire northern border to keep out the obviously inferior northern tribes from immigrating and diluting their culture.

Construction of what was to be called The Great Wall of China began 220 BC and continued till 206 BC.

A great wall it was indeed.

Strong, high and thick and made of the best greatest stones ever.

Ever.

In the 14th century, the Ming Dynasty even built the wall higher, stronger, faster than anyone ever before.

It could stop an army.

It did stop armies.

But it couldn't stop corruption and betrayal in the Chinese aristocracy.

The wall failed.

Lost.

Found and lost.

Walls are built by tyrants but not alone.

Walls are built by a people who are afraid.

We the people of the United States have never been afraid.

A strong people are not afraid.

It is reasonable to give voice to protection as well as defense.

However, fear is not a position that we Americans have historically made decisions from.

Fear in its primal form allows those that are in its midst to be manipulated by tyrants.

Those that are afraid will say or do anything, they will parrot the mindset of the tyrant to alive their fear.

A wall is a projection of fear.

It has always been in the history of the human race.

Like children hiding under the covers in the dark of night a nation, a people cannot hide from the reality of this world behind a wall of concrete and steel.

They cannot hide from the economic and political problems they have contributed to.

There are no guarantees.

Yet this nation was founded upon the idea of freedom.

A freedom loving people do not hide behind a wall.

A freedom loving people stand against the headwind and faces the dilemma with resolution.

A resolution born out of that certain knowledge that from strength comes responsibility.

That's right!

A nation that has great strength has the great responsibility to protect its citizens but to reach out to the world the steady hand of love.

We have nothing to fear.

Found.

Love asks more.

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Love is What?

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Any one person doesn't know everything.

Any one person can't have all the answers.

Any one person won't know the direction to take.

Experience…

Life…

… teaches lessons to all of us in its own good time.

Not all hearts are built the same.

You may see the smile on a child's face.

You may see that same but see the smile covers the pain of bullying.

You see that woman talking to herself over there?

Do you see that she when she was young she lost her only child to cancer too?

When you stop a young black man in his car, do you see a defiant face?

That same stop do you see that defiant black face is because his childhood friend was killed by a cop?

That person there ahead of you at the traffic light they must be an idiot why aren't they turning?

That same person in the car ahead of you just came back from the Vet where they put down their only friend.

Over there that drunk drug addict asleep on the bus bench how disgusting.

That same drunk addict lies there because a corrupt disgusting health system bankrupted his family as his wife died of bone cancer leaving him on the street.

Love is what?

If I had love.

If I had love what could I do?

Love holds a door open.

Love throws open a window.

Love spreads the wealth and bounty at the dinner table.

Love reaches out its hand to save the drowning in despair.

Love does not see what it does as a sacrifice, or a duty but as a privilege.

Not all of us can see the same.

Not all of us can see the colors of the world.

Some of us are color blind.

We see the world in black and white.

I'm right you're forever wrong.

This is the tragedy of the human race that like a dog chasing its own tail it doesn't recognize its own handicap.

This lack of vision is why those that can see all the colors of the world have a duty to lead.

It takes many voices to keep a people, a generation, a society together.

Far too often voices of anger, of prejudice, of bigotry distract and detain society.

Two steps forward, one step back.

Just as one person can't do it all, we united can get to our destination together.

What will lead us?

Love.

As Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. said, "Darkness cannot drive out darkness, only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate, only love can do that."

As we travel together in this time and place, let us keep love always before us.

There will be bad times.

There will be terrible times.

But our strength comes from a truth deeper than the cruelest crucible can inflict pain upon us.

If our strength is built upon love, we can see all the colors of this world.

If our strength is built upon love, we can heal the voices of anger and bring them hope.

If our strength is built upon love, we will learn that love demands more of each and every one of us.

Every day.

Following love means our work will never be done.

There's joy in that idea.

What is love?

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

To Be

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To be an adult what does that mean?

First, it means you are no longer a child.

What does it mean to be a child?

A child's first and foremost thought every day of their existence is about themselves.

There is no such thing as a child who on their own exhibits care for the interests of anyone outside of themselves.

Children, of course, can be taught.

They imitate the behavior of the person they want to please.

But in their hearts when they are told to share every one of them will resent the instruction to one degree or another...

To share.

To be an adult is to be no longer only responsible to self but also to the community.

An adult recognizes that they must put away childish ideas and consider their role in contributing positively to the society they find themselves in.

A child will not rely on their own to share their resources with another let alone a stranger.

The adult understands the merits of sharing.

A responsible adult, a parent, shares their resources with their children.

A responsible parent doesn't just give one child a sandwich and the other a stick.

Everything I just covered is centered on the ideal of a cohesive society.

Society at large has traditions and morals that collectively throughout the generations of that society have mutually agreed upon as being supportive of the welfare of that society.

An example of the breakdown of society occurred this afternoon on the streets of Burbank, CA when a driver threw their drink at the car my son was driving.

We are stopped in two lanes of traffic in the left lane, and a person is trying to pull out from a gas station to turn right.

They pulled across the right curb lane of traffic blocking it and wanted us to wait to let them push through to the left turning lane.

It couldn't happen, it didn't happen as we pulled forward.

The male driving in the car raced up alongside of us, yelled at us and threw their beverage at the side of the car, raced around behind us and zipped down a side street.

This is what's passes as normal now?

Adults in appearance but children when it comes to their emotions.

Since this adult didn't get what they wanted they threw a fit.

The adults around them didn't give them what they demanded, and they were outraged that they were not the center of attention and allowed to inconvenience everyone around them for the sole purpose that they are more important than you.

They had to wait one extra second.

In all of our lives, there are many times a day when we run into adults acting like children.

In line at the grocery store the adult who holds up the front because they are looking for the right coupon.

The middle age adult at the ice cream store who wants to taste a sample of vanilla when the line stretches out the door.

I suppose you can get to middle age in America and have never tasted vanilla before?

The adult who in their car stops in the entryway.

A president who says I get my border wall or nobody gets paid in his government.

Not one of these adults is genuinely an adult.

The praise of the unique, exceptional, talented individual in our western society has grown over the past couple of generations.

Individuals by nature are not part of society.

Individuals strong individuals do not share well.

Our president obviously never learned not to throw sand in the eyes of the other children in the sandbox.

Our president obviously never learned how to share his toys.

Well…

What can any of us do?

I don't really know.

Joseph Campbell said many times that the West has lost all of its traditions that would tell an individual that they are now an adult and not a child.

He was wondering what would take the place of these rituals that we use to have.

What we use to rely upon to tell children that they are now a responsible adult and what that actually means.

Now childhood extends into adulthood and even to being a 71-year-old president.

How do you tell an adult they are acting like a child?

How do you tell an adult they are not helping that they are the problem?

How do you tell an adult there conscious emotional fits is not how adults resolve problems?

How do you get a person a society to become responsible?

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. gave a sermon on responsibility for your actions, July 26, 1953.

He acknowledged that there was an influence on a person through environment and heredity.

However, in the end, it's how we react to those two external factors which in the end challenges us to accept personal responsibility for our actions.

Simply, those that are adults have to tell the children no.

That's what we are doing.

Right here, right now.

Do you know that?

Those of us who are resisting this president is standing up and saying no.

A quarter of the population of the United States at least according to the last presidential election has never heard an adult tell them no.

No adult told them that living like a child in ignorance is not a virtue.

Stories are fine for children but the truth is what adults have to deal with and resolve.

That same population never read the Declaration of Independence and understood what it was saying.

That same population never understood the meaning of the Bill of Rights and our Constitution.

That same population never wrote across their heart the words...

...of the people, for the people, by the people.

People is more than one.

America is about more than one person.

All the wars fought by this nation was about saving the lives of countless millions.

This country was created upon the ideal of freedom for all.

For all…

All means more than one.

The adults need to help the children to understand that their lives will be better when they learn how to share.

Share shelter.

Share freedom.

Share liberty.

Share justice.

Share equality.

When I was a child, I saw the world as a child, but as an adult, I saw the beauty in the hearts and faces of those that I share this life with.

To be.

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Wait

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Christmas is here a holiday for which many wait for all year long.

As a child, the anticipation can be overwhelming.

First, the idea is implanted that a fat jolly elf will visit in the night and leave each good girl and boy their heart's desire.

The child is told to wait.

Once the story fades, older children go on a safari in search of the presents in the back of the parents closet.

They can't wait to know if they will get what they asked for.

We're all told to wait for various milestones in our life.

Wait to have sex.

Wait to drink.

Wait to drive a car.

Wait to vote.

Wait to marry.

There are however life events where waiting spells disaster.

We don't wait to save a person who is drowning.

We don't wait to put out a fire.

We don't wait to see if the roof will fall in during an earthquake.

We don't wait to catch a person who is falling.

Or do we?

If we know of a person whose life is on the edge do we remain silent?

Do we hold a judgment that the person deserves their fate?

Do we tell ourselves that they must have done something wrong and they are being punished?

If a child is choking do we turn our backs and tell ourselves they don't believe in the same god like me, so they deserve to die?

No, we act immediately, we don't wait.

What are we waiting for when it comes to taking care of each other?

Love demands more.

To follow love every aspect of it's meaning will fill your life.

It is not always pleasant.

It will nag you.

It will push you.

It will whisper to your conscience to do more.

It's easy to like those you know.

A child does that.

But love asks more of us the older we get.

It asks us to be aware of the suffering, of the fear, of the hopelessness around us and it asks us to act.

Waiting on someone or something else to make life better is a self-imposed delusion of conscience.

We are all only guaranteed this time this place this space.

That's precisely why life is precious.

That's why all the children, all the adults, all of us need each other to make a better world.

The milk of human kindness is felt best at this time of year.

It's the time when the spirit of love can speak through the roar and din of life and reach our understanding.

With a little determination, with a bit of practice, the reach of love can extend beyond this time.

This place.

With a little help from all of love's friends, a brotherhood of humanity can be now.

Don't wait.

You don't have to wait.

Do right.

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Represent

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What does your life represent?

For myself, at different times in my life, it's had different meanings.

I've lost myself a couple of times in my life so far.

The first time was after I had died.

When I came back, I had no memory of my life before the age of seventeen.

I had to re-learn who my family and friends were.

I was disturbed by most of what I found.

I indeed discovered that family is what you are born with and friends are what you make.

I re-discovered my talent for art.

I humbly represent myself as an artist.

Although it has never gotten me to where I'd like to be.

I got married to a wonderful woman.

I represent myself as a married man.

I became a father.

I represent myself as a parent.

I became a writer, a producer, I represent a struggling version.

What does your life represent?

A nation, a people are known by that which they value the most.

We can all see for ourselves in black and white what a portion of our nation values.

Some value their privacy their desire for isolation from the world.

Some value only hearing good things about their group.

Some value their health and their welfare and prefer not to be reminded of the want and fear they are creating.

What some in our nation represent through their actions is the fear of the stranger.

They cannot hear the voice asking them to feed the poor.

They cannot hear the voice asking them to clothe the naked.

They cannot hear the voice asking them to heal the wounded.

Consider the creed that physicians take to do no harm?

Shouldn't we ask our congress to take the same oath to do no harm?

If they can't help they should as citizens of these United States get out the way and let those that can help do their good work.

I know that it is the hardest thing to ask someone to be kind to those you don't know.

To greet them with an open hand and an open heart.

Whether the stranger is upon the border or in a foreign land, the government of the people should not be about killing men, women, and children for corporate and personal profit.

Should it?

What does your life represent?

Before you can love another, you first have to love yourself.

The second time I lost myself I had forgotten that ability to love myself.

Toby/Yoda aka me almost was lost except for the kindness that reached out and pulled me back from the brink.

You can lose your way in this world very easily I have discovered.

For my third take on life, I asked myself, what do I want to represent?

Love.

Kindness.

Courage.

Hope.

Peace.

But most of all love.

What do you represent?

Peace

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Where The Heart Is

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My father loved his garden.

To be honest, it was not a garden it was more like a farm.

A garden is something that you can putter around in when you want.

My father on average every year of his life had 3 acres of vegetables he worked in.

As soon as he came home each day Monday through Friday, he would scream like a madman and hustle us all off to the garden.

On Saturday's we would be there all day from morning till there was no longer any daylight left.

The ironic part of it all is he died from skin cancer from never wearing a hat while he worked in the garden.

The thing he loved killed him.

Where the heart is.

My wife is an ICU nurse.

She's been an ICU nurse from the very beginning of her lifelong career.

I met her during her first job as an ICU nurse when I was an orderly.

She's been an ICU nurse for over 38 years now.

Her devotion to patient care, her caring for the sick and dying is remarkable.

She treats both the famous and the unknown equally.

Wiping their mouths, cleaning their bodies, seeing to their comfort, talking to the families.

There's a great love inside her that she taps every day.

Where the heart is.

This past week I've asked myself just where the heart of America is?

We've watched a solemn event the passing of George Herbert Walker Bush, a president of the United States.

We don't get to see such a passing often in one's lifetime.

With age comes perspective.

What does that mean?

Every person who has ever lived on this world has had hurdles in their way.

These hurdles are life events that have real outcomes upon the type of life you ultimately have.

You either learn from these hurdles, or you do not.

If you don't learn from life's hurdles, you are doomed to repeat them again and again.

George Bush had many hurdles in his life.

Some he learned from and others he didn't.

In that way, he is no different from you or me.

He was human.

Over time he grew into his humanity.

It's a funny thing about growing older that the ideals when you are younger become softer.

Humans' are the opposite of plants.

Human's when they are young are full of themselves and see everything in black and white.

They're stiff and hard on others and themselves.

But as human's get older, they soften and become more compliant.

Ever see the difference of how a grandparent treats a grandchild versus how they managed their own children at the same age?

Where the heart is.

Now what I'm talking about is how humans grow into becoming contributing members of the human society.

There are some among us who have never willfully taken a swallow of human kindness.

As they grow older just like a briar patch, they become more ugly, twisted and sharp with age.

Their resentment towards life, towards the living, towards the young, blinds them to the sights and sounds of humanity.

Have you ever seen that segment on Sesame Street called, "One one of these things doesn't belong here?"

At Bush's funeral there sat all the currently living presidents.

Each one is having the shared experience of being the leader of the free world.

Each one with triumphs and mistakes wrapped up in their history as president.

Each one with regrets but each one with a real sense that they did their best.

All but one.

Trump.

He was the definition of a fish out of water.

He dozed off.

He fidgeted.

He didn't participate like the other presidents around him.

If I were a betting man and I'm not I'll make you a wager our president has never heard of the Apostles Creed, he doesn't know its relevance, doesn't know the words to the Lords Prayer, and it's his first time in a church for a real service in a generation.

Like a kid made to stand in front of the class, he did what he was expected of him by his social handlers, and that's all.

Where the heart is.

Selfishness will always be with us.

Those who do not want to participate with humanity and hold themselves separate will always be with us.

We have to accept there will always be an ugly side to humanity.

To have good you also have to have bad.

But bad doesn't have to be in the lead.

Bad has never gotten humanity anywhere.

Bad is not an option that leads to good results.

Shouldn't that be obvious by now?

Our hearts need to support the good.

The child that lives in poverty lifted up, lifted out, who someday is your doctor that saves your life.

Where the heart is.

That young man who failed at life, he served his time is given a job, he works his way up to give others a job at the company restoring dignity.

Where the heart is.

That woman who came knocking on the door wanting to represent her community leads a nation one day to peace.

Where the heart is.

America's heart is still intact.

Have no fear.

See that odd fellow at the end of the pew?

That's not America to you or me.

Love rules our heart.

What it is.

Peace.

DFrey

Forces Film, Again Begin

Why Rural America Is Red

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Do you know what segregation is?

White America convinced itself that separate but equal was an excellent Christian idea.

White people would have their own church, park, bus, drinking fountain, bathroom, and black people would have their own.

White people convinced themselves that it was better for everyone because somehow they believed that black people used a church, park, bus, drinking fountain, bathroom differently than white people.

It would be upsetting to allow the races to mix together.

Upsetting for who?

Why for white racists that’s for who.

The idea was sold or better yet flimflammed to the public that separate but equal was better for everyone but it turned out it was never going to be equal for blacks.

Everything you can think of in your life was legally rendered separate which included specifically to this backstory, public schools.

Schools were segregated.

White schools and black schools both in the same school district attended only by their designated race.

In 1971 which is not all that long ago, the Supreme Court decided in the case Swann v. Charlotte-Meckleburg Board of Education that forced busing of students may be ordered to achieve racial desegregation.

You see previously to this ruling in 1964 the United States passed the Civil Rights Act which outlawed discrimination based on race, color, religion, sex and national origin.

So that separate but equal idea was found to be both unconstitutional and also immoral in a nation whose foundation was built upon the concept of justice and equality for all.

Americans have been historically slow at reading their own Constitution.

The Equal Rights Act, in the beginning, didn’t have any real teeth in it to enforce the law.

Most states ignored the law at best. 

At worst, state governments which included local and state law enforcement coordinated with domestic terrorist organizations such as the Klan, KKK, white nationalists, neo-nazis to burn black churches, to bomb black churches, to lynch, to murder, to rape what they called “outside agitators”.

Outside agitators are anyone who wanted to change the status quo.

The status quo meant that white men made all the decisions and woman and especially blacks which includes all minorities were not to be tolerated if they offered any descent.

Descent  by definition biblically meant that a white man's authority was granted by God which allowed the white man the right to kill you as preached from the segregationist's pulpits in every state, if you defied their will.

When the Equal Rights law passed it set into motion a series of events changing the political landscape of America.

A majority of white America was outraged by this law.

A good half of white American’s did not want to hear let alone understand how any minority could be equal to them.

A battle was had between over half the country who marched for equality and the other slightly less than half of America who believed both socially and in their places of worship that God had separated the races for his reasons and that it was not up to man to decide to thwart, to stop, what God had put into place.

The non-violence movement of Dr. Martin Luther King, the March on Washington the murder of the four little girls blown up during their Sunday school class in Alabama, the Freedom Riders, the march across the Edmund Pettus Bridge, the words of Malcolm X, the eventual murders of Malcolm X, of Medgar Evers, the murder of Chaney, Goodman and Schwerner, these and more culminating with the murder of Dr. King, in each and every case demonstrated the depths of the depravity of the heart of racist America versus the determination by those fighting and standing for justice and equality for all.

So in 1971 to end this dark past upon the school children of America, it was decided to bus children from white school districts into black districts and vice-versa to reflect the racial demographics of each school district.
This set half of white racist America’s hair on fire.

I lived in Cleveland at the time and was eleven years old in 71.

I can tell you from first-hand experience what white people were saying  to each other then as well as now.

They were not going to let their kids go to school which a bunch of colored kids.

Those that could, moved as fast as possible to the suburbs.

Or, they enrolled their children in private schools specifically Catholic schools.

Consequently, the white flight from the cities to the suburbs in every town and city in the United States occurred.

As the years passed, this racist flight to the suburbs continues and has moved even farther out away from the cities into the rural countryside.

The idea of “bad neighborhoods” a bell rung by all racists to indicate a black neighborhood, indicates the intolerance for any elbow rubbing with any minority.

White racist America does not go to bad neighborhoods.

Bad neighborhoods contain blacks, Mexicans, Cubans, Puerto Ricans, Asians, Indians, Native Americans, gays and a recent arrival at least to racist America Muslims. 

White racist Americans moved out of the cities and permanently into the countryside.

Hell in our white racist neighborhood as an example we had a Nazi guard in a nearby suburb of Cleveland wanted by Israel, John Demjanjuk. 

A type and form of self-segregation occurred with white racist's who previously were peppered everywhere in society began to accumulate in white only suburbs as well as the rural areas outside of the suburbs.

The other half of white America, the non-racists or better those who could not move because of their personal economy, they were poor, stayed in the cities along with the racial minorities.

The consequence is obvious.

The cities became more and more liberal Democratic and the rural areas and outer suburbs became more and more conservative Republican.

Another quick piece of history for those that may not know this…

You see that Equal Rights law was proposed by President John F. Kennedy who then subsequently under President Lyndon B. Johnson who strong-armed the house and senate after the assassination of Kennedy to pass the bill.

Historically the Democratic Party had and supported the most substantial majority of racists legislators in their body since the Civil War.

But after that vote, they left the party and moved over to the Republican party especially after Nixon used his “southern strategy” which is nothing more than appealing to the racists in America to come over and vote Republican and the GOP will put minorities in their rightful place bigot language.

Black and brown people, as well as women and gays, will obey the law and will of white Republican men and know their place, seen but not heard.

The Republican party would restore the rightful place of the white man at the top of the food chain.

So, the racists left the Democrats behind where they had been dug in since 1864.

They then moved in and burrowed into the heart of the Republicans come 1969, where they are still and loving every minute of it especially because of...

Trump.

So here comes along a person comfortable with racism, he and his father were the kings of the slum lords in New York City immortalized by Woody Guthrie in his song about being evicted from his slum in 1950 called “I Ain’t Got No Home”.

A father and son team who were comfortable with discrimination against blacks and all minorities and Trump’s father, Fred Trump, was even an associate of the KKK.

Feeding the fear embedded in the cold racism found in strength in rural America, Trump succeeded in propping up and using all of the old canards used by bigots in this country to get himself elected.

Red America.

Blue America.

The separation exacerbated by an idea to address a terrible wrong.

After all of that history, what can we do?

There’s a simple but effective remedy that has been proven time and again to work.

Lead by example.

What happens if you paint your house?

Your neighbor next door will paint there’s.

Then the neighbor next to them will plant flowers.

The person next to them gets a new roof.

The guy behind you puts in a pool.

Lead by example.

You can’t tell someone they are wrong when they don’t believe they're in the wrong.

I heard a few times so far in my life about a failed carpenter told the people in his town you can’t beat people over the head with the truth.

They just won’t listen.

But live with love in your life.

Through your life that love will demonstrate a power that is louder than words.

We have to accept we won’t get everybody to hold hands with their neighbor and sing a song of peace.

But I know that the good outweighs the bad.

The good just isn’t good at making as loud a noise as the bad is.

The good is the real silent majority in our nation.

They don’t have the words, but they take the moral high ground with their daily activities.

They reach out to their neighbor and the stranger when they are in trouble.

There are people of courage, people with morals, people who do not discriminate in Red America for sure.

They find themselves between a rock and the devil.

Like birds who want to fly they are captured in a space and time where their natural inclinations are muffled.

But there is a natural law in this universe that says you can’t keep the water back forever.

You can't stop the rain.

You can’t keep the sun from rising.

You can’t keep the future from coming.

You can’t keep good people down.

Reach out, lift up, stand together with liberty, freedom, and justice for all.

Peace.

DFrey

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Common Ground

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The other day I was waiting on the elevator in my building with another man.

We didn’t know each other we both said hello to each other.

He said he was on left side of the building I said I was on the right.

Just before reaching our floor his iPhone rang with the sound of Donald Trump's voice saying, “I approve this message, I approve this message, I approve this message.”

I said, “Have a good day take care.”

He said, “Goodbye, have a good one.”

Common ground.

Yesterday, I was on my way to LAX to pick up my wife and daughter.

I was listening to some music when I heard a car horn.

I looked around and a guy beside me at the traffic light was motioning me to roll down my window.

I rolled down my window and the man yelled out, “Hey, I see you’re a Cleveland Indians fan. They did pretty good this year. Think they’ll go to the World Series next year?”

I yelled back, “Yeah, that would be great.”

The man yelled back, “You have a great day. Bye”

I yelled back, “Take care, bye.”

The man in the other car with a MAGA hat drove away from the traffic light.

Common ground.

Humanity is a strange beast.

If left alone this beast called humanity will withdraw within itself.

Humanity in isolation will retreat from the world, put up walls, be afraid of the dark as well as of the light.

Humanity left alone will harm itself to the point of taking its own life to destroy its own future.

Humanity is like a beast with two heads each pointing in the opposite direction on one body.

Both heads are needed to put the feet into motion to move the whole of the body in the same direction.

If only one head decides the path to follow progress is slow.

The other head looks back and longs for a path that it knows to be correct it drags its foot stoping the whole of the bodies progress.

Common ground is an expression about uniting a community.

Common ground is about seeing a problem collectively and acknowledging that the issue needs attention.

To fix any problem, we need both hands.

Have you ever tried to tie your shoe with just one hand?

Have you ever tried shopping hopping on just one foot?

Have you ever tried taking a test with just half your memory?

I’m not saying doing things half-assed can’t get you somewhere, but the outcome and results should be in question.

That’s why we need everybody.

From the brightest to the dull, from the fastest to the slowest, each can contribute in their own way in their own time to helping bend this world to the better.

That is the strength of America.

That is the ideal by which we have lived for and died for.

Common ground.

There are real anger and fear in America.

For some, the progress of the American ideal of extending equality, liberty, and justice for all has seemed to be too fast.

For those that have been denied equality, liberty, and justice the pace has been too slow.

I guess in a way I’m asking just like Goldilocks what is just the right pace for equality, liberty, and justice?

The answer I believe is what we got right now.

Two steps forward, one step back.

That’s what humans do.

Never in the history of humanity has humanity collectively just done the right thing all in one helping.

In fact, humans usually won’t do anything till their house is actually on fire before they decide it might have been a good idea not to stack all those newspapers in the garage where Uncle Bob deep fries the turkey each year.

Realize that fear makes people do bad things.

Finding common ground is not about giving up or bending your principles, lowering your standards.

No.

Never.

But it is the principle by which those that care about life, liberty, and equality for all should live by.

Live your life as an example of these principles, and by so doing, the light of your life will shine out and pull unto you those that are lost and afraid.

You don’t have to beat people over the head telling them they are wrong.

That never has and will never help.

However, you can never ever be silent in the face of racism, fascism, intolerance.

It is the duty of every person who claims themselves as part of humanity to fight with every ounce of courage and strength in their minds and bodies against this evil.

Common ground.

A quick idea…

Have you ever helped someone with a word search game?

Have you ever found the word first but the other person can’t see it?

When they couldn’t see it did you start yelling, called them names, threatened their lives, called them stupid?

Did that help them find the right word they were searching for?

Talk to each other to find our way.

Common ground.

Peace

DFrey

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Lost Hold

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No one is exempt from dark times.

I myself lost my way.

I lost hold of my life.

I'm not unusual.

I came to a place of my own making at a crossroad where I was blindsided by all too human evil.

I talk about it a lot.

My run-in with a sociopath.

The complication to my downward spiral was exacerbated by the sociopath when they assumed I was gullible because of the determination by professionals that I'm technically a good person with no self-esteem.

That type of person turns out to be the exact target a sociopath marks as their victim.

Not only was I in a terrible dark space and time in my life, I had given up, but I also became the victim of that sociopath's wake of destruction.

It was the straw that broke my hold on life.

The anniversary of being rescued by professionals comes around this time of year.

Specifically, the Monday after Thanksgiving.

That day the light found me in a black haze and I took hold of the life preserver thrown to me.

I had lost the thread of the meaning of my life but found it there dangling right before my heart.

I get angry at myself for letting my life get lost when I thought I knew better.

I can say from experience that being a good person with too much empathy can be a real problem.

Empathy didn't allow me to know what a person was thinking but it did let me know what they were feeling.

A person may be angry, I feel that, but my old way of thinking I would take on that anger internally.

I thought that I had something to do with that person's anger.

I had to stop that anger and make it better.

I came to realize I couldn't help those who didn't want help.

I had to let my hold go.

Communication is essential for the wellbeing of your mind, of your life.

People can talk and we think we understand but we may not.

You have to ask follow up questions to clarify intent, to clarify meaning.

Otherwise, we think we know what a person has said but we may be completely wrong in our understanding.

All of what I have revealed about myself leads me to ask a topical question.

Why have some people lost their hold on truth?

Watching our president and his defenders concoct myth in his defense and even the president's own words describing actions that have not taken place, how is it they can be so bold lying to themselves and us?

Sociopaths have as a lure to their followers a type of superficial charisma.

They faun and groom their followers giving false praise.

The sociopath also creates a moment by moment narrative around themselves constantly telling people around them what they think those people want to hear.

This is why the president is continually chasing his tail concerning the truth.

He tells what he thinks will make him look good to one group and the very next group he will say to them the opposite because he believes that's what they want to hear which will make him look good to them.

From the outside, we all can see he chases his tail like a dog angry that they are being chased by their own tail.

One of the big problems of being the president and a sociopath is that there are too many groups, too many eyes and ears that can compare his stories to the truth.

He can't spin webs of lies fast enough to keep ahead of the broom of truth sweeping them aside.

This week we have seen the president lose hold.

Like a joke found on a bubble gum wrapper, his circles of lies are easy to see.

What can a person do when they see wrong but feel powerless to help?

Take hold.

Take hold.

Take hold of the day.

Take hold of character.

Take hold of life.

Take hold of justice.

Take hold of freedom.

Take hold of equality.

Take hold of love.

And most important of all take hold of the knowledge that truth sets not only a person but a people a nation free.

Peace.

DFrey

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Do Right

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Some weeks, some days, some hours I don't know if I have a voice?

I speak into a void that lies before me.

At least once a week I cull together ideas, and hopefully, wisdom gathered from a life filled with frustration, grief, hard work, common sense and words learned from philosophical giants I admire.

I write to lift some of the darkness from our lives.

There's a reason for what I do.

I died when I was seventeen years old on an operating table.

I lost memory of my family.

I lost the timeline of my life up until then.

I lost my connection to people and things.

What I didn't lose was my grip to do right.

I never lost touch with the knowledge learned at the foot of my grandfather a Quaker minister, do right to all people.

I'm 58 right now, and as I look back, my actual memories began at age 20.

My introduction back into the world was not easy.

I saw people all around me who said one thing and did another.

I saw pastors talk about why God placed a curse on black people and women.

I saw people discriminate, persecute and violate each other without any regard for their actions.

I saw behind the mask that we as people put on and hide behind in public but behind closed doors their true selves are displayed.

A question till this very day has kept nagging me.

Why can't people do right?

It's hard to understand why some people seem to prefer to be destructive.

Where in the course of their lives did they lose their connection to humanity?

What drove them to believe wrong makes right?

How did they become nose blind to the stink they trail behind them?

Why do some believe they have the power of life and death over the innocent?

Why do some believe its okay to tell lies to gain power and wealth?

This past week has made many of us ask even harder, why?

Why a person murders the innocent freely with no restrictions or limitations and access to killing machines.

Why people who we elect to serve as our representatives, who know how to do right, do nothing to stop gun violence.

Why our president and his staff concoct a false reality around them minute by minute believing they can convince us the sky is falling, water runs uphill, the rain that falls is dry.

I've come to accept in my life that there are people who do wrong because it profits them some way, somehow.

They are part of the fabric of humanity that has always been with us.

These self-made bad strings are not external to humanity they are very much a part of us.

Like a toothache, if not tended to by good hygiene that one bad tooth can lead to an empty hollow toothless mouth in our free society.

The voice of freedom muted.

The smile of democracy turned upside down to the grimace of tyranny.

I remember.

I remember a call in my broken memory.

Do right.

We must wake up each day anew, ask for strength and get to the work of doing right.

Don't be afraid.

Stand for what is right.

Together I know we all can do right.

Peace

DFrey

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What You Do

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What You Do

Where do ideas come from?

I had an idea the other day I wanted a taco.

I hadn't had a fast food taco in a while, so my daughter drove me to Taco Bell.

I got two taco's, and I loved them.

I got an idea that I could go up to the counter and order two more when a busload of people came into the door.

My idea of eating two more taco's didn't pan out.

I admit wanting two more tacos isn't a great idea.

But it is an example that idea's sometimes come upon us at a moments notice.

We all can get excited by an idea and want to take action upon that idea immediately.

But as the Rolling Stones wrote, you can want a lot, but usually, you only just get what you need.

Currently, our nation is in yet another great struggle with ideas.

The founding fathers and their generations before them had lived under great tyrants.

The words of kings of aristocrats rang in their ears, words of tyranny that only the very few established by the kingdom the state by God had rights of life and of liberty.

The mass of the population of humanity was excluded exempt from justice.

These founding fathers challenged that order with the idea that all men are created equal.

It was only the bully, the tyrant and those that supported them who wanted to maintain an order where life and its blessing was meant for only the privileged and the deserving.

All others need not apply.

Where do ideas come from?

We are now at a crossroad yet again in the great American experiment.

Ever since Thomas Jefferson penned the Declaration of Independence, there have been many Americans who disagreed with liberty for all.

The tide of disagreement swelled to the point that a civil war was fought over the question of how much liberty was too much and not enough.

When that war was over the winning side didn't force the losing side to put away their idea that only the white race had the grace of God.

They did not clean house and disposed of the idea of slavery, racism, and bigotry.

No, they left a rotten fish in the consciousness of the American soul.

Today, this day that rotten fish of intolerance has made a portion of our society cold and hard.

They've become nose blind to themselves.

And also today we have a president willing to feed that monster of racism so that he may personally profit both with political power and in his pocket.

How do you combat an idea?

You combat an idea with a better idea.

If people are afraid, do you make them more afraid?

If people are starving, do you take away their food?

If people are blind, do you take away the light?

No, you don't.

That's obvious.

Well, maybe not for the president and his followers.

What you do?

When people are afraid, you give hope.

When people are hungry, you feed them.

When people are blind, you hold up that precious light and call them out of the wilderness to safety.

The question is, whose idea for America will win this election.

The idea that freedom and liberty are only for a few?

The idea that freedom and liberty are for everyone?

Our founding fathers had an idea.

We get to choose which world we want to live in Tuesday, November 6, 2018.

What you do?

Peace

DFrey

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To Lose

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To Lose

I have nothing to lose.

When you've tried everything you know to get over an obstacle, you have nothing left to lose.

When I was young, I had an idea of how I wanted my life to go.

My life didn't listen to my reasons.

I wanted to be an artist.

I wanted a home again.

I wanted to be able to pay my way.

I wanted to make a difference in this world.

When failure is the only thing, you receive for your effort, for your life, well...

I have nothing left to lose.

People with something to lose are fearful.

What are people afraid to lose?

For most, it's their job.

That's why when their boss tells them to jump they ask how high.

For others it's family.

When a parent tells you you're stupid for wanting the career you desire, "You can't make any money doing that," and you change your path, you're afraid.

When someone tells you they will take away that which you sweated and fought for if you don't do what they say…

And you do what they say…

You are afraid to lose.

I have nothing left to lose.

I haven't had anything to lose for a very long time.

That's why I can stand in the face of what used to be known as "the man" and speak truth to authority.

Authority is those individuals who stand atop all of our worlds and tell us no.

No, you can't do that because it changes the order of the world.

Here's something out of the blue…

Do you know anything about spiders?

Most spiders build webs.

They then lie in wait for their prey to get caught in what they have woven to devour them then.

If you sweep away their web, they will rebuild that web again and again.

You can't tell the spider not to build it's web because it being a spider it doesn't understand human language.

Some people in authority act just like spiders in a web of their own making.

They become very upset if you sweep away their web, the story they like to tell about themselves.

We have a president in office currently that is a spider.

He likes to spin his stories and wants everyone to watch him as he spins.

He spins, spins, spins every moment of the day making one simple web after another.

Why simple?

Because he weaves the same story day after day that what he says is the truth and what we see is a lie.

Spiders and bullies force their victims to accept their reality that the story they tell is the truth and everyone else is the liar.

But you see when you have nothing to lose you can stand up to the biggest bully and tell them they are wrong.

Yes, it takes courage.

Yes, it takes the strength of will, for the bully will scream and holler and may even strike you down.

Truth is the last bastion of hope.

Without truth, a person, a nation has no character.

A person who deals in lies like the president has no character.

It is up to us, it is up to all of us to always speak truth to power.

Without truth, we do not have freedom.

Spiders don't like your freedom to speak the truth.

Spiders don't like you to march for your rights.

Spiders don't like you to vote.

This election day Tuesday, November 6 is when we sweep these old spiders out, throw open the windows and open the door to a new day of truth.

You have nothing to lose.

Peace.

DFrey

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What It Is

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At what place and time did words make a difference in your life?

Was it the time you got a pet and had to think up a name for your new friend?

That day in class when the teacher called you out?

The words said at your grandparents funeral?

At what space in your memory did words suddenly have meaning?

The time when you said I love you?

The moment when your father told you to get out of the house?

When you stood at the foot of the memorial and read the words, "…a government of the people, by the people, for the people."

What it is.

A page was turned last night by Donald Trump when he declared himself a nationalist.

This day was coming long before Trump.

This day was laid down the moment when half of this nation was told that the idea that the subjugation of people over another people was immoral and would not be tolerated.

I'm talking about slavery of black people by white Europeans.

The day slavery was considered a bad word set up a series of events that we are living through today.

The Civil War did not stop at Appomattox.

The Civil War did not stop with the death of Lincoln.

The Civil War did not stop with the end of Jim Crow, segregation, the death of King, of Malcolm, of Evers.

The reason why that war of brother against brother didn't end is that the idea of tyranny has never left the hearts of those who fought against freedom.

The white racist did not disappear.

They are our parents, our brother, our sister, our neighbor.

Through the decades they adapted to the new reality they found themselves in.

They appropriated the words of European racism and have mainstreamed those words.

Homeland.

Alt-right.

Nationalist.

These are the words used by an unemployed artist in post World War I Germany as he wrote in his autobiography about his struggle detailing how to take over his political party to make Germany great again.

Sound familiar?

Words matter!

Words are magical beasts.

Words can sink a heart to death and despair or lift a life a nation to soar with the angels.

Words matter.

We of this nation have never seen a president utter the words I'm a nationalist.

We are at a turning point brothers and sisters.

Do we stand and fight now this ugly fist of ignorant rage that has no place in a free people?

Or, can't you hear the hammer of justice ringing the bell of freedom calling all to stand?

What it is.

Peace

DFrey

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The Seed Cannot Grow

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The end of the growing season is here as Fall descends across the country.

Apples are gathered, the last of the tomatoes are eaten, a pumpkin is placed on the table waiting for the first frost to dust our neighborhoods.

The ground outside that gave of its abundance will change with the season.

Winter will come, and the fields will become cold and hard.

Cold and hard.

Our nation has become cold and hard.

Like a sudden winter the snow is flying and shrill words of discrimination, of hatred of the other whistle through our communities.

That voice of hatred of the other yells in our social media.

Hearts that are cold and hard will not have space for compassion and reason.

The seed cannot grow.

How long will this season of blindness be?

Great work was done by peoples of the past.

They broke that hard ground and stood in the breach of racism, of anger, of hatred.

They were pioneers, The Freedom Riders, the Four Little Girls, Martin, Malcolm, Rosa.

But what happened to the soil that was broken by those pioneers?

The garden of freedom needs attention from every generation.

The garden was left unattended.

The soil became hard.

The weeds of ignorance and intolerance grew thick.

The tree of freedom dropped its seed upon the ground and soil that lay beneath could not receive it.

The seed cannot grow.

Seeing an opportunity the conservative minds in our country fed the beast of ignorance and intolerance for political power.

The conservative leadership stoked the flames of anger and resentment.

It wasn't hard.

It's actually an easy thing to do to convince people that they are not responsible for the mess that the garden of freedom is in.

Try telling anyone that they are responsible for their own mess.

No, it is far easier for men and woman to believe that someone and something else is responsible for the economic and social hole they find themselves in.

Consequently, at the end of the long series of bad actors that have strutted self righteously across our political stage, you get Donald Trump.

Do you feel that?

Do you feel that wind that is blowing?

Do you feel the change in the season?

Just as spring comes after winter the earth moves and brings a new season.

Unlike any other seed, the seed of freedom can crack the hardest ground.

The seed of freedom needs just one drop of water, just one person to change the season.

Are you that one person?

Are you that one person to awaken and tend to the soil of the garden for freedom?

It doesn't appear that you'll be alone.

I hear a song welling up across the nation.

The song of hands working together to bring that day of the brotherhood of man can be heard.

Join together, pull some weeds, water the tree of freedom with me.

Vote.

Peace

DFrey

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Where Be The Strong

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Civil rights are why this nation was created.

The idea fostered through centuries of living under the rule of tyrants was that every person was born with a right to be free.

Tyrants are great mufflers of descent.

Tyrants give just enough of an idea that freedom exists under them alone without actually giving any out.

We all have had a friend or relative who dictated our relationship to them.

We all have been witness to the tyrant in the street who believes their authority is challenged.

We all have been witness to the tyrant who rules from a judicial bench who believes they are keeping a divine order of society.

We all have been witness to the casual tyrant's use of degrading racial prejudice stoking bigoted fears used by our president.

The fact of our civil rights is being pushed to the side by fearful ruthless people can be clearly seen by all.

I ask…

Where be the strong?

When I was a child, I believed like a child.

I believed there was a Santa.

I believed there was a fairy who put a Kennedy fifty cent piece under my pillow.

I believed that everyone wanted to live in a better world.

I believed there were monsters.

It turned out that after everything I believed as a child wasn't true the one thing that was true is that there are monsters amongst us.

These monsters tear down the brotherhood of a community.

They claw apart the brotherhood between us and our neighbor.

Monsters everywhere, these human monsters, feed on fear.

These monsters feed on uncertainty.

Monsters tell us what reality is when we know what the monster says is not true.

Our struggle is not how to help the poor of spirit our real fight is with these monsters who create carnage of the soul, on purpose, so that they may feed and be empowered by suffering.

I ask…

Where be the strong?

As each year passes the experience of life adds more layers and more complications.

In my life, we went from asking an Operator on the phone to dial a long distance number that cost as much as a new shirt to now long-distance calls around the world with no assistance being free.

Every other day now apps are updated with new features creating an endless cycle of learning.

An endless cycle of learning…

Every generation arrives at a point where they are gobsmacked that they have to join the fight for their civil rights.

Civil rights do not have automatic updates.

The tyrants and their monsters are consistently at the door seeking to devour the freedom loving people of the world.

Do you hear that knock at the door?

It is a tyrant and his monsters they want to destroy our world.

Who will stand against that door and not let them in?

Who be the strong?

We are the strong.

All of us together standing hand in hand in a brotherhood of man that has stood against the darkness holding up that light of freedom for all to gather under its precious light.

We are the strong.

Young or old, rich or poor, this is a fight that will leave no one untouched.

Why? Because these monsters seek to plunge the world into darkness where they can devour our spirit and make a profit on our free labor.

It is, as it always has been, a fight.

A fight that every generation must take up.

A fight for hope.

A fight for courage.

A fight for freedom.

A fight where the strong, the superhero, are you and me.

Peace

DFrey

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My Myth

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My Myth

We all should be fascinated, angry and perplexed why so many people believe their myth over reality.

These past weeks we have seen America in a bar fight with medieval thinkers.

On the one side the reigning champ, those medieval theologians who crafted together an explanation on everything without any observation of the world called, "Faith in a Creator", versus the newcomer, a world based upon observable facts called the "Science of Reason".

Today, medieval theology won out.

Dead thinking won when members of the Senate chose deference to men over woman thus relegating women to the back of the bus.

Of course, women thought they could sit anywhere on the bus of freedom, but men and women of the past slapped them back into their mythical place today.

We've come a long way?

No, we haven't.

Do you still look at your horoscope?

Follow me…

Do you check on what the stars have to say about how your day is going to go?

Do you believe that the stars are actual beings, with thoughts and feelings about when and where you were born?

Do you feel the universe knows you are essential and alive?

If so, you have medieval theology running in your brain.

You see, a long time ago, on a continent, you are living on, people of the past, specifically men, wanted a way to keep power in their control.

Men made up stories telling about gods on hills and in the earth gave them power over other men.

But that story didn't hold up.

People could go to the top of the mountain, like at Mt. Sinai and see if Yahweh was actually there.

When they found no burning bush, they went back to the king and told them they were full of crap and hauled his ass out and threw him off a cliff.

The king's needed a better story.

So they invented invisible sky gods.

These invisible sky gods were a great scam.

Why?

Because you could never see or hear them except through the king.

Only the king could get direct messages from God.

Anybody who didn't like that story was against God and the king and were put to death.

This sealed the belief in the scam of the invisible sky god for all time into society.

This invisible sky god seemed to have a lot of concern for us mere mortals because they came up with a lot of rules.

Not just 10 rules but a rule about every aspect of life.

Especially how women were never ever to be trusted to tell the truth.

They made up a particularly nasty story when Eve talked to that conversant snake, Satan, the Devil, who then told old poor beleaguered Adam a lie about eating the fruit from the Tree of Life.

Eve doomed all women from that moment on that women will always tell a lie to a man because she wants to bring a man down and destroy him so she can replace him on top of the power pyramid.

So here in Washington DC after over 250 years of what is known as the age of reason, you can still find everywhere a belief in a medieval story about a woman and a snake and how women lie about sex to take away the power given to them by God.

Men are anoited and pure.

Women Bleed.

Should make anyone who isn't filled with medieval thought angry?

What can be done to lift the veil of ignorance?

Nothing.

Nothing can be done.

Ignorance is like a mountain only time, and the winds of change can wear it away.

Just like children at a window waiting for Santa Clause to come and give them what they demand, the adults in the room have to smile and go to bed.

Nothing can be done for those that have accepted myth as their truth.

Those of us who do not accept myth as truth like the adults in the room have to take our children by the hand gently and carry them with us.

It's the burden of the adult to see the consequences of Life that children are blind to.

However, there is one thing the adults can do, and that is to fight the fight against those that willfully and for the sake of power exploit the medieval thinkers.

We the adults have to stand our ground every moment of the day to fight the tyrant where ever we may find them.

The tyrant is the person who exploits this failing found within humanity called " trust in authority."

These tyrants are wolves in sheep's clothing who tell us that America needs to be great again.

These tyrants tell us that immigrants are bad people and Nazis are good.

These tyrants tell us that men are afraid of women lying about sex.

These tyrants exploit a culture of hate that binds together the worse parts of humanity for their own selfish demand of power.

We the adults must smash the myth and hold true to the belief that freedom and justice for all mean freedom, liberty, and justice for all.

Peace

DFrey

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When It Rains

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We begin.

We begin to gather at the sound.

A sound that calls all people of good will to a moment.

To a place.

To this time in which we live.

This is all we will have of this life.

We begin.

The struggle did not begin with us.

It was handed to us by previous generations that fought the good fight.

It is a good fight.

A fight to recognize that not all want to stand in the light.

Not all want to hear truth.

Not all want to see reality.

Our stories that we tell each other fall like a blinding rain.

Our stories fill our ears, fill our eyes with a myth, a story so old, so tired.

Ignorance is bliss?

To purposefully be ignorant of the pain and suffering of our fellow humans in this world is unforgivable.

There is no punishment for ignorance.

Some ignorance cannot be helped.

It will always be with us.

It's not up to us to make the ignorant self-aware.

We that are awake, we are responsible for cleaning up the mess left behind and to move the world forward.

It Rains.

It Rains.

My eyes, my heart becomes weary as the sound of the rain beats without pause upon my consciousness.

This rain that falls filled with bitterness, with resentment, with pure hatred of the other, seems at times to surround me like a flood.

No escape.

Will I drown?

It Rains.

From a shelf near my bed, I pull out a book filled with words of another time, another place but just precisely like today.

A founding father of our democracy pens words that inspire.

It tells me to follow the truth where ever it may lead.

It Rains.

Follow the truth.

Follow the truth.

Bitter men rained their hatred of the other their hatred of women in an ignorant flood in the halls of our Senate.

Like old dogs who cannot give up their bone they growled and gnashed their teeth in defiance of truth.

That truth is that of the heart.

Their utter lack of compassion, their snarls, their spit, their contempt for truth sobers the mind.

What can a person of good will do in the face of an ignorant beast?

Hear that sound?

Hear that sound on the wind?

What whips these beasts into a frenzy as if they are chasing their own tails is that sound.

They hear that sound too.

But unlike those with compassion, these people are afraid of that sound.

What is that sound?

It is the sound of change.

Change is coming.

Change is coming.

Change is coming.

Out of the dark waters of our past, a new world is struggling to be born.

Let us all join together our hands, our voices and step over the raging past into the future where all are equal and held precious.

Peace.

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Ignorance

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From the foldings of its robe, it brought two children; wretched, abject, frightful, hideous, miserable. 

They knelt down at its feet, and clung upon the outside of its garment.

"Oh, Man, look here! Look, look, down here!" exclaimed the Ghost.

They were a boy and a girl. Yellow, meagre, ragged, scowling, wolfish; but prostrate, too, in their humility. 

Where graceful youth should have filled their features out, and touched them with its freshest tints, a stale and shriveled hand, like that of age, had pinched, and twisted them, and pulled them into shreds. 

Where angels might have sat enthroned, devils lurked, and glared out menacing. No change, no degradation, no perversion of humanity, in any grade, through all the mysteries of wonderful creation, has monsters half so horrible and dread.

Scrooge started back, appalled. Having them shown to him in this way, he tried to say they were fine children, but the words choked themselves, rather than be parties to a lie of such enormous magnitude.

"Spirit, are they yours?" Scrooge could say no more.

"They are Man's," said the Spirit, looking down upon them. "And they cling to me, appealing from their fathers. This boy is Ignorance. This girl is Want. Beware them both, and all of their degree, but most of all beware this boy, for on his brow I see that written which is Doom, unless the writing be erased.

– A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens

Ignorance and want are the children that we all carry with us every day of our lives.

Want can be healed by providing, by fulfilling a need.

The Hungry fed.

The Sick cared for.

The Poor made whole. 

The child that has to be corralled is ignorance.

Ignorance left to its own desire will destroy humanity.

Our democracy is a garden.

Each generation born into this democracy are the new caretakers.

Our democracy is not a self-repairing, self-updating system.

Everyone is responsible for doing their part to keep the weeds down.

The weeds, the ignorant, will always be with us.

That is why we join hands and proclaim each other's liberty.

Why we join hands and proclaim each other's freedom.

Because if we do not tend to this garden of democracy, the weeds will grow and choke out the life of this American ideal.

Social media is a garden too.

Anyone can plant an idea here.

To allow it to grow, it must pass muster.

Does it hold up our shared values of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness?

Or does it infringe, torment and ridicule those that cannot defend themselves?

Ignorance, self-imposed apathy spells doom for any society. 

It allows the wolf in the door.

The wolves have never left our door.

Some have made their way into our discourse.

It is up to the older generation if they can help if not, they need to get out of the way to let the next generation take up the responsibility to tend the garden of democracy.

We can all bring that day closer of the brotherhood of man when we all stand together in peace.

Thank you for reading.

DFrey


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Rotten

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Do you smell that?

Get a good whiff of it.

Do you know what that smell is?

It is the smell of the rotting corpse that is the American Civil war that we still drag behind us every day of our collective lives.

The South lost.

But some 153 years later you still wouldn’t know it.

We are still arguing over it. 

What was one of the main questions that killing 100,000's of each other was trying to answer?

Is this one nation or a series of states that only collectively agree with each other.

Or as it was expressed initially, federal rights versus state rights.

The South lost.

So did Germany. So did Japan. So did Mao, so did Castro, so did the KKK, so did a hell of a lot of tyrants and bad ideas.

However, in this country, we have been loath to tell our brothers and sisters that their dog is dead.

Like helicopter parents afraid that their children will become angry with them and no longer be their friends we have yet to tell the racists and the bigots that they lost.

Why we can’t find that courage to tell our brothers and sisters that their dog is dead and is stinking up every conversation in this nation of ours ever since 1865, I don’t have a definitive answer.

One nation.

One nation.

All of us have the right to life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

But some states and the individuals in those states have a right to slow-walk those rights because they’re not comfortable with you being equal to them?

No.

No. The South lost.

They lost that argument, they lost that right.

The question was answered.

Somebody has to be the adult and tell the children their racist dog is dead.

Our American breed of racist and bigot keep trying to pretend like “Weekend at Bernie’s” that the ideals of segregation, of racism, of white supremacy over the world are alive and well.

Like a three-year-old with a wet soggy blanket in their mouth, they drag their stinking, dirty ideas with them and want us all to smell it.

We the adults have to stop pretending that these people are rational.

They are immature bullies.

Just like a petulant child, they know that they are wrong, but they don’t care.

They want their way or nothing.

They would rather burn down America and all it stands for, life and liberty and justice for all than to allow just one brown person the same rights as they have.

Children who never learned to share.

The South lost.

Criminals do not get to decide their fate.

We do not allow murderers, rapists, thief's, liars to determine their sentence, do we?

The South’s ideal of slavery, the romanticizing of tyranny, murder, and rape, as well as their right to defy the national government by not allowing non-white people the same rights as white people were struck down that day when the South surrendered at Appomattox.

The good people at the time had a sense of civility that the evil on the other side of the question of racism did not possess.

The good people were taken advantage of when they agreed to slow walk, get the bigot’s and the racists minds use to equality over time.

What followed was Jim Crow, segregation, separate but equal.

Like screaming brats, the racist and the bigots have called down holy thunder and revenge at every baby step of racial equality.

Damn!

Isn’t 153 years damn long enough?

Pull off the band-aid, let the light in and dry up that open gangrenous wound in the American soul.

It stinks like hell.

Do you smell it?

Trump and his supporters don’t think so.

Like dogs rolling in their own waste, they’re laughing and enjoying themselves as they force us all to smell their fun at the expense of the nation's dignity.

What will it take to make us collectively tell them no, stop that right now!

Peace.

DFrey

 

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