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Living Confederate Monuments

7/5/2020

A truly great country does not ignore or excuse its sins. It confronts them and then works to make them right. - Nikole Hannah-Jones

Donald Trump gave his July 4th message on July 3rd.

        I'm giving my July 4th message on July 5th.
        Most of Donald Trump's July 3rd message had to do with monuments.
       Here's my July 5th message, which also has to do with monuments:
       My message to all my fellow Americans on this July 5, 2020 is to read writer Caroline Randall Williams' New York Times June 28, 2020 op-ed piece, "You Want a Confederate Monument? My Body is a Confederate Monument."

Here's the link:

https://www.nytimes.com/2020/06/26/opinion/confederate-monuments-racism.html

Caroline Randall Williams is the great-great grand daughter of a famous Confederate general commemorated in a grand monument who raped his domestic female slaves, one of whom gave birth to her great-grandfather. As she writes in her essay, What is a monument but a standing memory? An artifact to make tangible the truth of the past. My body and blood are a tangible truth of the South and its past. Ms. Williams' essay is not by any means a rewriting of that past but rather a thought-provoking reframing of it.
One letter to the New York Times editor commented that this piece should be required reading in every school. It should, indeed.
Happy July 4th weekend, everyone. Next year in a better, healthier country with a better President.

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A Couple Points Of Light, Part 3: A Haiku Workshop By Romaine Demarco

7/2/2020

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A Couple Points Of Light, Part 3: A Haiku Workshop By Romaine Demarco

Today is probably the last installment of my "Couple Points of Light" series on people who, during these days of sickness and social upheaval, have been using their Facebook pages to bring a bit humor, beauty, or inspiration to brighten our days in these troubling, turbulent times.
My first Point of light was author Mark R. Harris (See post from 5/28/2020),

...a college professor from Lynchburg, Virginia who posts jokes every day on his Facebook page. For example:

My second Point of Light was Sara Swain (See post from 6/4/2020),

...a cellist from Chicago who took up the #Songs of Comfort challenge from Yo-Yo Ma to musicians everywhere to post their music online in order to spread some joy and cheer. Sara responded to Yo-Yo Ma's challenge by performing a cello piece every day and posting her performances on her Facebook page. Here's the link to Sara playing the beautiful Fauré Elegy:
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163147222995150/

My third and final (probably final) Point of Light is my sister, Romaine DeMarco,

...a quality assurance engineer in video computing who dabbles in art,

...and, more recently, haiku.
     A few months ago Romaine began posting pictures on her Facebook page, each picture accompanied by a haiku poem she wrote that was inspired by the picture, such as:

                                                              fuchsias or fairies
                                                     twirling spinning floating sprites
                                                          spring ballet in bloom

luscious dessert dream
they call this cake a trifle
it's anything but

deep breath in and hold
count one two three four exhale
mini vacation

      Romaine invited her Facebook friends to participate as well, to try their hand at haiku if they felt so inspired and to share their poems on her page, which she declared a judgment-free zone.
        And so Romaine's Facebook page has blossomed into a haiku workshop, where her pictures and descriptive three-line poems serve as prompts for her readers, who, when they feel inspired, come up with their own three-line ideas and interpretations of the pictures.
         So, for example, this haiku of Romaine's

squirrel proof feeder
where there's a will there's a way
plan is in the works

...inspired this poet's haiku:

Squirrel confession
I pole dance all over town
A gals got to eat

Sometimes a prompt:

tulip unfolding
one last beautiful array
carpe diem girl

...inspires a haiku:

Vibrant Dutch tourist
Double bright blooms wooden shoes
Windmill landscaping

...:which inspires its own spin-off:

Dutch people are cute
They wear shoes that look like boats
And they sell you paint

And though I've never considered myself a poet, a couple of the prompts have inspired me to try my hand. Romaine wrote:

skin like a ‘gators
watch out for this fruit named jack
he’s a seedy guy

...and I wrote:

My, my, what to do with this guy?
Maybe whip him right up
Into a Jackfruit cream pie?

Here's another prompt:

lightning striking down
thunder reverberating
from earth to heaven

...which for me inspired this bit of fancy:

If I look at the lightening just right
I see a couple of swells
struttin' their stuff on the town

Sometimes Romaine adds a new challenge, such as the day she asked readers if they had a picture or item that brings them happy memories or takes them away for a moment of happiness when they see it. Romaine offered her haiku:

parrots and toucans
perched by my kitchen table
tapestry of birds

...and other readers wrote theirs:

Satisfied feline
Agile paws stealthy sharp claws
Beware all fishies

Grandmom's coffee pot
Still perks on my stove today
Best coffee ever

Romaine's prompts are often whimsical in nature:

jazzy bird blows sax
song he’s singing is the blues
this crow’s one cool cat

...though sometimes they are of a more somber tone:

shattered glass reflects
anguish, pain, oppression, fear
lives left in pieces

And though most prompts inspire the writing of haikus, many readers simply enjoy reading the haikus.

wake up my darling
set aside your sleepy ways
new day dawns for you

translucent beauty
unfurling with the current
going with the flow

       So if you're feeling shut in, at loose ends or lost at sea during this epidemic, maybe you'd like to delve into composing - or just reading - haiku. If so, check out Romaine DeMarco's Facebook page.
           And if you, too, end up feeling inspired to put down a few words on Romaine's page, don't be afraid to give haiku a try. And above all, don't worry that your words might not be good enough.
         Haiku is, after all, an art; and, as Romaine once said, sometimes the palette is more interesting than the painting.

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100, Under Quarantine, And Still Fabulous

6/28/2020

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100, Under Quarantine, And Still Fabulous

       Ten years ago my mother celebrated her 90th birthday with a family party to which she also invited 200 of only her closest friends. (I'm serious. She wanted to invite more people). My sister-in-law, who'd overseen the considerable logistics of the celebration from renting the venue to ordering the invitations to arranging the decorations and food, joked afterwards with my mom that pretty soon we'd have to start planning for her hundredth birthday party.
       "Oh, I'll never make it to one hundred," I recall my mother chuckling.
       "Yes you will," said my sister-in-law, "and wait 'til you see that party."
       My mother did, indeed make it to one hundred years last Wednesday, June 24. But how strange that she should reach this birthday when the world is in the grip of a pandemic and instead of celebrating her century of life surrounded by her children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and some good old friends, she should be isolated on this day from her near and dear ones under the restrictions of quarantine and the rules of social distancing.
          And yet, thanks to the kind, caring staff at Sunrise of Gahanna, the senior care facility where my mother is a resident in the Memory Care unit,

...my mom did have her 100th birthday party, such as parties have become in the age of COVID-19.
The wonderful Sunrise Activities Coordinator organized a quarantine-friendly community drive-by party, decorating the front porch with banners and balloons,

...including a banner sent by one of my sisters-in-law.

...while I sent over cake for the Sunrise residents and staff.
According to the quarantine rules, I was allowed to be present at a safe distance, so a chair was set up for me at the other end of the porch from my mom.
While one of the staff was at the CVS parking lot across the street from Sunrise organizing the participants of the drive-by, other staff members gathered around the porch,

...and the birthday girl was led outside to her place of honor.

Buddy, the Sunrise resident dog, came out for the festivities.

At 3 pm the party guests arrived, kind friends recruited by the Sunrise staff and some of my friends,

...who drove by and offered their good wishes.

Among the guests were my daughter, son-in-law and grand daughters from California who are quarantining with us here in Ohio for part of the summer.

After the drive-by guests left my mom received a group phone call, set up by my sister, from her children and some of her grandchildren,

Then she opened her cards and gifts,

Among the gifts she received was a star bracelet made by my grand daughter and a rosary bracelet from me.

She also received a letter from Ohio Senator Sherrod Brown, who, along with birthday wishes, also thanked my mom for her military service as a World War II U.S. Army Nurse.

A photograph of my Mom taken at the U.S. Naval base in San Juan, Puerto Rico where she was stationed during World War II

After the the festivities had wound down my mom said, "What I'd like to do now is take everyone out for big ice cream sundaes! Isn't there an ice cream store around here?"
I explained - well, lied - to her that unfortunately there wasn't, but one of the staff members showed her one of the cakes I'd brought over and told her - truthfully - they were now going back inside for cake and ice cream with her friends, and she seemed happy that her party was still going on.

And so, though it wasn't the 100th birthday party we her family had imagined for our mother ten years ago or even four months ago, she seemed perfectly delighted by her drive-by party, which in fact seemed perfect, just enough, just right. Nor could we have asked for more love, kindness and good wishes than were showered upon our mother that day.

Still, it was a bittersweet moment for me when I had to kiss my mom good-bye from afar; a reminder, as almost everything is these days, of the times we live in.

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The Kids Are Staying, The Statues Are Going, And Juneteenth Is Here To Stay

6/22/2020

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   On a number of occasions I've heard or read remarks from people who support Donald Trump to the effect that although they disapprove of his lying, his tweeting, his ineptitude, his nasty obnoxious language, his immorality, and his bad behavior in general, they still support him because of his conservative policy positions and his commitment to turning the Supreme Court into a politically far-right entity.
      What an ironic turn last week, then, for those who've spent three-and-a-half years holding their noses and tolerating Trump's malfeasance when the Supreme Court with its majority of conservative justices, two of them hand-picked by Donald Trump himself, nonetheless delivered two major defeats to the conservative agenda when the Court ruled not only that transgenders have rights in the workplace but that the young undocumented immigrants known as Dreamers who were brought to this country as small children have the right to stay here.
      These are rulings that might as well have been handed down by a Supreme Court shaped by Hillary Clinton.
       But perhaps the opinions of the highest court in this country are really shaped not so much by whether the Justices are liberal or conservative, but by We, the People. If a Supreme Court Justice is astute and insightful they will know that - as Lin Manuel Miranda might put it - history has its eyes on them, and each of these judges will themselves be judged by history. And we are now living in a moment in history when the American public is calling out for tolerance, equality, inclusiveness, and civil rights, and not even Donald Trump's megaphone mouth, ham fists, appointed judges and personal army of automatronic puppet sycophants can hold back the tidal wave of change that is washing over our country.
     Further irony is that it is Donald Trump himself who has been a driving force behind the very tidal wave that he now can't stop. Trump has solidified a deep divisiveness among Americans and stoked public outrage by his cruel policies against immigrants, his attempts at suppression of LGBTQ rights and his encouragement of White Nationalist and racist attitudes in this country, attitudes that were bad enough when they were forced to stay put under the rock of social censure. But it's been during Trump's presidency that racism, bigotry, homophobia and xenophobia have boldly slithered out from under that rock and risen to their ugly ascendancy.
       But, of course, there's far more to the social changes going on in our country than a reaction to the doctrines of Donald Trump. It's taken one too many acts of police brutality, one too many murders against a person of color, for white America to finally be shocked into awareness - no, not true awareness, nowhere near true awareness, but perhaps the the merest hint of a shadow of awareness - of the realities of life for people of color in this country.
        So let the statues that have celebrated the sins of oppression, slavery, and racism come down. Take down all the remaining symbols of our national shame and let them cease to oppress those whose ancestors suffered under the power of the men of which they are the representations.
       And by all means, make Juneteenth a national holiday. Let Juneteenth be a day of remembrance and a celebration of heritage for those whose ancestors were freed from the cruel, evil yoke of slavery. And let Juneteenth also be a day of celebration for all Americans that on June 19, 1865, the day slavery was finally abolished in the United States, this land became a better place than it had been since the first African slave was brought to the shores of Virginia in 1619.
       One hundred and fifty-five years later we as country still have far to go. But hopefully these days we're getting a little closer.

Reference:
https://www.nationalgeographic.org/interactive/slavery-united-states/

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The Law Is Catching Up with Jesus, Doctor Seuss And Most Of The Rest Of Us

6/17/2020

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I don't have a law degree from Harvard or Columbia. I'm not possessed of a brilliant mind or a great intellect or profound wisdom. I haven't made a career of studying, deconstructing, and interpreting the law. I'm not a member of the United States Supreme Court. But even without all that I could have told you that everyone deserves to be treated fairly. Isn't that just basic morality, learned from childhood, taken for granted by every decent human being? Did it really take many battalions of lawyers, judges and justices of the highest level fifty years of poring over arcane legal ifs, buts, and what-have-yous to come to the amazing conclusion two days ago that it's wrong to deny one group of people the same civil rights in the workplace as are given to everyone else? I could have told you that.
In fact decades earlier Dr. Seuss clearly elucidated the concept in his children's story, "The Sneetches."

And twenty centuries before that Jesus summed it all up in less than a dozen words: "Treat others as you would want them to treat you."
But here we are, twenty centuries and millions of words later, and finally the most learned lawyers in the land have declared that the same employment laws that have always protected one group should protect us all, whether we're plain-bellied, star-bellied,

...switch-bellied,

...or somewhere-in-between-bellied. So to speak.
And this is good. It's a cause for celebration, even if it's taken twenty centuries for the way we should have been treating each other all along to become law.

Though most of us probably didn't need a law to tell us that everyone should be treated fairly. We already had Jesus and Dr. Seuss.

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The Night We Met Yo-Yo Ma

6/11/2020

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The Night We Met Yo-Yo Ma

      While writing the post last week about cellist Sara Swain, who took up Yo-Yo Ma's #Songs of Comfort challenge (See post from 6/4/2020, "A Couple Points of Light, Part 2: #Songs of Comfort by Sara Swain), I was reminded of the time my daughters Maria and Claire and I met Yo-Yo Ma.
      My four children studied strings from a young age, the girls cello, my son violin (his choice; since his two older sisters played the cello he picked up the notion that cellos were for girls).
        Here they are performing together at a party in the summer of 1993,

...and here at Nordstroms around Christmas time in 2001, the last time all four performed publicly together,

...though they still goofed off together when the opportunity arose,

...and they did play at each others' weddings.

According to the date on the the photographs I took, it was January 19, 1994 that Maria, Claire and I met master cellist and United Nations Messenger of Peace, Yo-Yo Ma (here in a more recent picture than when we met him),

...and world-renowned pianist Peter Serkin (also in a more recent picture),

...after a concert the two musicians played together that evening at the Ohio Theater in Columbus.
      It was my daughters' cello teacher who'd impressed upon them that, as young cellists themselves, seeing Yo-Yo Ma perform would be an inspiration, and added the incentive that if we went to the concert she'd arrange for us to meet him afterwards. "He's really a regular Joe," said their teacher of the most celebrated cellist in the world.
       And so I got our tickets for the Yo-Yo Ma/Peter Serkin concert, which we awaited with anticipation.
        As it turned out, the concert almost didn't happen. On the day of the concert there was a storm of snow and sleet, and by evening the streets were treacherous. However the concert wasn't cancelled, and I decided to make the drive downtown to the Ohio Theater, oh so slowly and carefully.
        We arrived to a less than half-full theater, and shortly before the performance was scheduled to begin it was announced that the concert would be delayed, as the musicians' plane had been delayed due to the weather.
        So we waited, though I don't remember how long. I think the delay might have been an hour or so. But the musicians finally arrived on stage - dressed in their traveling clothes. Apparently their luggage had been lost along the way. At the beginning of the performance a smiling Yo-Yo Ma said, "Welcome, everyone, to the first of the Casual Concert Series."
      The girls' cello teacher later remarked that it's likely that a different pair of celebrities might have insisted that they must have their formal performance attire and held up the concert even longer while assistants scrabbled around Columbus trying to round up tuxedos. But, thankfully, Yo-Yo Ma and Peter Serkin didn't feel the need to belabor this detail.
      The concert was wonderful, and to us it felt all the more special and intimate to see the famous musicians playing in their everyday clothes. The encore was an exciting surprise as Yo-Yo Ma and his accompanist played a cello piece that Maria and Claire had played (and Theresa would eventually play), the Bach Allegro Moderato.

Yo-Yo Ma, however, added some of his own beautiful ornamentation to the piece, and Peter Serkin played a more scintillating piano accompaniment than I, my children's accompanist, ever did. My daughters' teacher told us that Yo-Yo Ma was known for sometimes performing student-level pieces so that some of the cello students in the audience might recognize a piece they played.
After the concert we met up with the girls' cello teacher at the arranged rendez-vous point near the front of the theater. The teacher then took us to a clandestine elevator that went to a level beneath the theater where there were dressing and waiting rooms for the performers. Years later when my youngest daughter Theresa was a member of the Columbus Children's Choir she and the other choir members and I and the other choir parents would spend considerable time in that same waiting area.

But that night was my first time backstage. Or rather, beneath stage.
We waited with the teacher among the other people there to see the performers. When Yo-Yo Ma and Peter Serkin entered the area Yo-Yo Ma was set upon by a group of young people, evidently ardently admiring fans, who surrounded him for photos and autographs.

As the path to Peter Serkin was clearer, we approached him for a picture, with which he graciously obliged us.

It seemed pretty clear that we wouldn't be able to get close to Yo-Yo Ma, who was still surrounded, so we just stood off at a small distance and watched him smile and joke with the crowd around him.

However at one point he looked beyond the crowd over to us standing by ourselves. He called us over. "Would you like to take a photo?" he asked. We sure did. In fact we took a couple.

         Claire, who had brought her cello repertory book, then asked him if he would autograph it. He opened it to the first song - which happened to be one of the movements of the Seitz Concerto - and at the top of the page drew a little elephant head with a cartoon bubble coming from its trunk saying, "Good job!"
         Sadly, that book - Suzuki Cello Volume 4 - was lost in the shuffle somewhere, I think it was during a music workshop the girls attended that summer, and had to be replaced with a new one, unsigned by Yo-Yo Ma.
         The following year the girls began studying with a new teacher, Bin,

...who, it turned out, had studied with Yo-Yo Ma at Tanglewood.
Small world.

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One Mother's Thoughts On George Floyd's Burial Day

6/9/2020

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         These days, with murder victim George Floyd looming large in minds and hearts all across the planet, I sometimes find myself thinking about his mother, the person he cried out for in his final agonized breath as the life was being slowly, painfully crushed out of him.
         “Momma!” George Floyd called out, “Momma! I’m through.” George Floyd's mother died two years ago. But if she were still alive how would her heart not be shattered? When would her pain ever end? What mother doesn't feel a stab of pain reading those words and imagining her own child being so cruelly and heartlessly tortured to death, their murder carried out as a public horror show?
      William Shakespeare wrote, "Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust upon them."
        If George Floyd's mother were still alive I wonder if she would ponder in her sorrow the greatness that was thrust upon her son in that most terrible way. I wonder if she would cull any comfort today, knowing that as his body is laid to its final rest in Houston, Texas,

...from his death has been born a great national movement demanding police reform, social justice, and racial equality. I wonder if she would have been able to wrap her mind around the fact that her son, the child she held in her arms and watched grow from babyhood to boyhood to manhood, would, in the last eight minutes and forty-seven seconds of his life, change the world, change history and be forever remembered and revered.
      And I wonder if George Floyd's mother would trade all the good his death will bring about, all the everlasting honor his name will invoke, just to have her son back again.
       Today, on the day of George Floyd's burial, as his mother cannot be there to say a few words of love to her son, this mother would like to offer a few words.
       Mine are not the words his own mother would say, but words from an old Joan Baez song decrying the death of two Italians at the hands of the American justice system, Nicola Sacco and Bartolomeo Vanzetti - who may have been victims of bigotry against their nationality - in 1920's. Their death brought about a national cry at that time for social tolerance and justice reforms for the working class.

So today I offer Joan Baez's hauntingly beautiful, dirge-like song, "Here's To You," as my eulogy to George Floyd.

I've changed the original names to his name:

Here's to you, George
Rest forever here in our hearts
The last and final moment is yours
That agony is your triumph

May you be with your mother now.

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A Couple Points Of Light, Part 2: #Songs Of Comfort By Sara Swain

6/4/2020

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On March 13 master cellist and internationally-renowned nice guy Yo-Yo Ma,

...performed a beautiful rendition of "Going Home" from Dvorak's "New World Symphony" and then posted it on Youtube.
Here's the Youtube link for Yo-Yo Ma's performance of "Going Home." :
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rrBOkHfvNSY

         This heart-touching song was the starting point of a project Ma conceived and named #Songs of Comfort.
         #Songs of Comfort was a call by Yo-Yo Ma to musicians everywhere, encouraging them to post online videos of themselves playing their music in an effort to bring some comfort and cheer to people during this time of sickness, anxiety and isolation brought on by the coronavirus pandemic.
        Musicians from all over the world have answered Yo-Yo Ma's call and have been making and sharing music videos online.

Among them is Chicago cellist Sara Swain.

Sara is a member of the Evanston Symphony and also manages Foundation and Government Relations for the Chicago area music festival Ravinia.
In addition, Sara is a master baker of special-request birthday cakes,

...even if the request is for an Elsa shark cake.

She's a connoisseur of chocolate chip cookie dough by the bowl - not the ice cream, the actual dough -

...though she'll eat the ice cream, too.

Sara is an aficionado of all things sparkly and fun,

...and, of course, of the cello;

...and Sara is a former housemate and close friend of my daughter Claire.

Of such a sunny good nature is Sara that her fellow sunny good-natured cellist Yo-Yo Ma would doubtless be proud that her job once entailed the opportunity to hold his Stradivarius before one of his Chicago performances.

   (She probably gave Yo-Yo Ma's Strad some extra-good karma).
      Like cellists everywhere, Sara is a devout disciple of Master Ma. And so when he asked musicians to share songs of comfort Sara's response was, "When Yo-Yo Ma says, 'Jump!' I say, 'How high?'"
      On March 20 Sara joined the #Songs of Comfort project and since then she has jumped high, indeed. Instead of posting a cello piece, she has posted a cello piece every day on her Facebook page and intends to continue posting a song a day as long as there is a need, in her words, for "some calm during these turbulent times."
And so Sara is the second point of light in my "A Couple Points of Light." series. (For the first see the post from 5/28/2020: "A Couple Points Of Light, Part 1: The Gift Of Laughter From Mark R. Harris").
        So far Sara has performed and posted a song every day, 77 songs as of today.

Her #Songs of Comfort repertory is full of the cello classics:
        Bach,
       www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163588265840150/

      Mozart,
      https://www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163554642900150/

Fauré,
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163147222995150/

...and Webster, among others.
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163554605420150/?t=8

      But she also takes requests, among which have been for:

       "Yesterday"
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163162480715150/?t=15 www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163168351785150/?t=6

       "I Can't Help Falling in Love with You"
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163535596785150/?t=2

      "A Whole New World"
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163572160065150/?t=6

       "Hallelujah"
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163181587640150/

      "Ashokan Farewell"
www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163162480715150/?t=15

...and "She thinks My Tractor's Sexy" by Kenny Chesney.
https://www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163514011495150/?t=84

      Several days ago Sara played the hauntingly beautiful Vivaldi Sonata in E Minor, calling it a sad song for her sad city, yet offering the hope that "we can come back from this- and stronger!"
        www.facebook.com/sara.swain.77/videos/10163593480525150/?t=80

        You can find Sara Swain's #Songs of Comfort on her Facebook page.
        The songs are lovely.
        As is Sara.

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The Voices In The Shattered Glass

5/31/2020

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As of yesterday Columbus, Ohio has been in a state of emergency. The city is under a 10 pm curfew and our governor has called out the National Guard to restore order to the turbulent downtown streets.

The protests have been going on here for the past four days and nights.

...in solidarity with protesters across the United States over the brutal murder of George Floyd,

...by Minneapolis police officer Derek Chauvin,

The protesters have been hit by the police with tear gas, pepper spray, and rubber bullets,

...scattering them, but only temporarily.

By yesterday morning, Saturday, hundreds of downtown window fronts had been shattered,

...including twenty-eight windows at the Ohio Statehouse.

Certainly the destruction wreaked on the businesses presents a moral dilemma.

But, as articulated by the shouts and signs of the protesters,

...injustice does not beget peace when the grief, anger and frustration wrought by a system of law enforcement rotten with injustice finally boils over.

For decades upon decades voices have been crying out out against police brutality and the systemic injustice perpetrated against black and brown people.
And yet we still live in a country where a black teenager innocently walking down the street can be shot with impunity by a white man;

Trayvon Martin

...where a black woman, an EMT, can be shot to death by white police officers in an erroneous drug raid while sleeping in her own home;

Breonna Taylor

...where a young black man can be murdered while jogging by three white men who weren't even charged until a video released three months later forced the hand of the local police;

Ahmaud Arbery

...and where a white woman strolling through Central Park knows she has the power to threaten the life of a bird-watching black man by calling the police with a false accusation that he was threatening her life after he had audacity to tell her leash her out-of -control dog.

Amy Cooper

Christian Cooper, no relation to the above,

     The unjust deaths and abuse of people of color at the hands of police officers and privileged white citizens are legion. But the sadistic public torture and murder of George Floyd was a death too far.
       His voice crying out for his mother before he died was ignored by his killers.
       Maybe now his voice and the voices of all people of color who've cried out for their lives and wept for the lives of those they cherish will finally be heard in the shattered glass.

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A Couple Points Of Light, Part 1: The Gift Of Laughter From Mark R. Harris

5/28/2020

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      It's definitely not the best of times. But it's probably not the worst of times, either, considering how bad times can actually get, and have gotten throughout the course of human history, usually for reasons of our own making.
       Still, for most of us this is a time when we could all use a bright spot in our day, a little something to give us a brief smile, a pleasant moment, a little point of light.
       To this end, I'm going to post a series on a few people who, during this time of worldwide sickness, sadness, and uncertainty, are using their Facebook pages to share a bit of daily laughter, comfort, or diversion to brighten our days.
       As I have only a couple of subjects to write about at this point - subsequently it'll probably be a short series - I'm going to call the series A Couple Points of Light, the idea being to share these Facebook pages with anyone who might like to become followers and enjoy a little point of light in their day.

My first point of light is Mark R. Harris.

Mark R. Harris, PhD, teaches American literature, Shakespeare, postmodern literature, and writing at Liberty University in Lynchburg, Virginia. He's written two novels,

...as well as literary articles on Borges, Hawthorne, and the fiction of Mark Twain. His verse has been published in several poetry reviews. And Dr. Harris is a connoisseur of jokes, which he shares daily on his Facebook page.
Now, lots of people share jokes on their Facebook page. But Mark Harris shares consistently great jokes. Awesome jokes. Funny jokes.
His joke shares began popping up on my Facebook feed shortly after we friended, our acquaintance having been made from sharing the same publisher, Black Rose Writing.

     One joke was funnier than the other. I loved them all. On days when I didn't see a Mark R. Harris joke on my time line I'd hop over to his Facebook page in case I'd missed one. In fact I still do. A few days ago Facebook notified me that I was a Mark R. Harris Top Fan. (I'm not sure how Facebook knew that, but I can't deny that it's true. In fact I'd venture to call myself a Mark R. Harris Superfan).
      I contacted Mark and asked him where he found such an abundance of great jokes. He replied:
     "Where do I get the jokes...from searching around Facebook, pretty much. I scroll through my feed each day and save any jokes that I think are really funny. Sometimes they are from Facebook pages like Facebook Puns, or Dad Jokes, and sometimes they are something one of my FB friends has posted. I keep a file of them and pick one each night to post.
      The jokes he posts are often of the double-entendre variety.

However some require a bit of cultural savvy to appreciate,

...while others might take a moment to figure out.

Some are groaners,

...and some are just uncategorizably funny.

      Those are just a few. The jokes on Dr. Harris's Facebook page are great in number.
      Mark shared as his reason for posting his found jokes, "(I'm) Just trying to brighten someone's day,"
       And he does indeed. You can follow his jokes on his Facebook page, Mark R. Harris.

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