O beautiful City, I know not which hill they speak of unless it's the one in our minds. The one we built ourselves: the one we build ourselves. Our City. Our Table. This table, it has its share of stains. There was genocide, not thought of & not taught as genocide because at the time of such events Native Americans were not thought of as people. Well that's a doozy. There was slavery too, and for far too long if it went for a day. Now in my country's defense, many of those fighting to structure a country whose declaration contained the notion that all men (ahem) are created equal were concurrently fighting to abolish slavery, and you can't usually stop the momentum of institutionalized abusive nonsense overnight. There was no social media then. Yes, this table has its share of stains, two big ones, and various associated stains from the same dish, but no matter. YES it matters, that's not what I meant. What I mean is, it is only matter to work with, to build a higher plane with, to make ourselves better if we all proceed in humility together. Black lives matter, and this white girl is buying the tshirt because there is no person of color in America who should have to, for G*d's sake. Without putting all the blame on police (& I don't), it should not have come up. Yet we're all still dancing around these stains, putting things on top of them so they don't show, fighting in various ways to get them out sometimes tripping over them in our desire(s) to get it right, whatever our version of Right is. Dear white people, make no mistake, people are dying due to these stains. Some are police, but most are not, and most are on the browner side, and most of those are of (stolen) African descent.
Now is the time. We must stay steady, stay centered in whatever each of us understands as G*d consciousness or Good Consciousness. Now is the time when each one of us, no matter where we are, who we are, or what color we may be to stand still & tall, take a little heat, and take responsibility. Our country was not founded in perfection, there was a lot wrong. Last week, our First Lady of African American descent stood up and exposed a very specific and troubling stain, that our revered White (ahem) House was built by slaves, for the whole nation to process responsibly. The next part of our evolution as a country and a people may include our first female president, whom our first Black First Lady was endorsing with that very speech. So what does all that tell you? It tells me that no matter what has been and is wrong, it is of no matter compared to what CAN be right. If we fight the good Fight, with all our Might, with G*d's help & the Light we can reach our true Height. Plunk to the lungs Our winds heavenly sung And mine eyes overwrung All those wrongs done & done Yet, another One comes And we'll all hold our tongues And we do it with love For each other & Dove Holy Monster we see you Holy hell won't contain you She'll dismantle the sword I'll dismantle the sandal Just the task to unhand ye For the word of the Moirai And a better directive More alignment, perspective Look at that, there's a candle In the Den of the scandal That glow growing holy Leave the gun, take cannoli Your best future a rocket Freed from the wrong docket And all purposeful lessons Are all manner of dresses.
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