Posted tagged ‘picketing’

“The point of modernity is to live a life without illusions while not becoming disillusioned”

June 13, 2016

My house is quite cold. The temperature last night went down to the 50’s, and the house still holds that cold. The open windows didn’t help. If this were summer, I probably would love the chill. Right now I’ve put on a sweatshirt.

Coffee is always a place where you can express yourself anyway you choose. I don’t censor even if I disagree. The horrific killings in Orlando were the topic yesterday in the comments. I did not agree with many of the views opined. I think all of you who read Coffee know where I stand on most issues. I think I have screamed liberal with my comments and views. I advocate gun control though that hasn’t previously been a topic. The Second Amendment is the defense for gun advocates. I point out to them that the amendment is in reference to militias, not individuals, “A well regulated Militia, being necessary to the security of a free State, the right of the people to keep and bear Arms, shall not be infringed.”

In college, senior year, I picketed at the wholesale vegetable and fruit market every Friday in support of César Chávez and the United Farm Workers. My father, who voted twice for Richard Nixon, was appalled. I just ignored him. He and I had been butting heads for years about politics. We never agreed. Finally after one heated argument during the Reagan administration, we decided never to discuss politics again, and we didn’t. Peace reigned.

Gracie is having surgery tomorrow and has to be at the vet’s office at 10. She has a lump on her gum which needs to be removed. The vet has checked it in the past and said it would need to be removed if it got bigger. It did. I’m not going to post tomorrow. I’ll be on edge waiting for news of the surgery. I worry about my Gracie girl.

“It does not matter how long you live, but how well you do it.”

January 19, 2015

“Martin Luther King Jr. has now been dead longer than he lived. But what an extraordinary life it was.

At 33, he was pressing the case of civil rights with President John Kennedy. At 34, he galvanized the nation with his “I Have a Dream” speech. At 35, he won the Nobel Peace Prize. At 39, he was assassinated, but he left a legacy of hope and inspiration that continues today.” from the Seattle Times

I was in high school when I began to notice the world around me in a different way. All of a sudden it was far bigger than my small town. Back then I didn’t know a single Black person. There were none where I grew up, but a parish priest began to open our eyes and through him we met Black teenagers from Boston. Through them I became aware of social inequities, of Jim Crow and of the struggles of Blacks to register to vote. My friends and I were too young to go South, to march or register voters, but we were more than willing to do small tasks for even they had impact. We worked with snick, SNCC, going door to door to raise money. We attended NAACP meetings and passed out pamphlets. We did what we could.

Without realizing it, I had developed a social conscience which would forever be part of my life. It helped define what the 60’s meant to me. During college, I picketed and marched for a variety of causes I had come to believe in. I joined the Peace Corps, my recognition that we all have a responsibility to make this world a better place. I still feel the same way especially about my small town.