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It was 11:22 Ante Meridian, on January 21, 2009. I did as I rarely do. I stood silently and watched television. As one who listens to what is aired, and does so from another room, this was an unusual occurrence. However, the Cherokee wisdom of wolves, an illustration that represents the internal strife within every human being beckoned me.
Then, at the very same hour on the very next day, again I was compelled to do what is odd for me. I did not say a word as I glared at humanitarian actions took place on the screen. President Barack Obama proclaimed, by Executive Order, the United States would not torture. Nor would we, as a nation, detain presumed "combatants" without a just trial. On each occasion, I was in awe as I gazed upon what I had not imagined would come to pass. Upon reflection, the two events seem to be related.
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I marvel at the ignorance, the ability to "ignore" information or the lack of knowledge expressed by former New York Mayor Rudy Giuliani. While the Mayor may wish to accentuate his actions during the September 11, 2001 clean-up operations, how can he negate a lesson that we all learn over time. "What we do unto others, will be done unto us." Rarely, if ever does any being attack another without what they believe to be reason.
Dearest Reader . . .
Again, I received an electronic communiqué that left me feeling nauseous. This one is titled, "Can A Muslim Become A Good American Citizen? Can they be a good person?"
This communication is from an individual that barely knows me. She is a devout and practicing Christian. This woman attends church regularly and speaks of the Lord religiously. She often states she would never wish to hurt another; yet . . .
On the holiest of all Christian holidays, on the day that believers, throughout the globe honor their Lord Jesus Christ, this religious disciple sent me a bigoted letter in support of "racial profiling." In truth, this "epistle" seems to justify "ethnic cleansing." This patriotic preaching professes, people are not created equal, or after birth, they become evil. According to this missive, in America, the Constitutional right establishing freedom of religion is unwise. Muslims must be damned. Please ponder the passage and decide for yourself.
The day is done, bellies are bloated, and now, rather than pretend to give thanks, we can reflect. Might we mourn our motives, the message, and the myths of Thanksgiving Day?
We are not vanishing. We are not conquered. We are as strong as ever."
~ United American Indians of New England.
As a child, I felt as my Mom did in her earliest years, "What are we giving thanks for on this holiday, hurting a loving native nation?" In the first grade, she was sent to the principal's office for questioning the "accepted" truth of Thanksgiving. She understood the tales taught to schoolchildren; however, my Mom contrasted these with what she knew of the Indian people. In my youngest years, I could or would not tolerate "Cowboy and Indian" games or the genre in films. I saw the slaughter of a loving people and wondered, as I do now, "Why do we allow this to happen?" Why would we celebrate such carnage?
Nevertheless, this treatise is not meant to promote a discussion about the battles brewing in the Middle East. My choice is to look within, at wars in America.
It began innocently; an acquaintance suggested that I run an advertisement in the Recycler©. I was selling my washer and dryer. I already asked friends and family if they wanted to purchase the pair. The machines were also offered to the buyers of my home. Realtors were contacted; surely, they would know of someone that needed a like-new washer and dryer. The duo is the top-of-the-line, in mint condition, and is barely three years old; they are Whirlpool Calypso’s. They will sell easily says the companion. “Place an ad in this periodical and they will be gone,” he reassures me. The chum tells me that I can submit the classified online; I do.
The public notice is free and that works well for me. I received an email almost instantly. A man named Luis Spencer wants more information. He requests photographs. He inquires of the condition, and what is my bottom-line price? We mail back and forth. I share all the details and Luis declares his interest. He will pay my price. He states that an associate of his will arrange for the shipping, he is writing from England.
Luis Spencer assures me he will pay with a certified check.