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Goodbye, Alice.

| Marlys

I’m just one of many people who loved Alice. She was kind–always. She was my friend, but, then, she was a friend to all she met.

Alice’s memorial service was yesterday. Even knowing she was ready, I was saddened by the thought of a goodbye. I drove into the parking lot, saw how full it was, and pulled back out. Not that I’ve ever looked forward to funerals, but I haven’t been very good with them since my dad’s almost three years ago. I figured, there are so many people there, I’ll not be missed. But as I drove out, I could tell I needed to be there. I drove around the block and came back, entering the church right as it was time to begin and sitting at the back.

Besides sharing a church and loving several of the same people due to that affiliation, Alice and I had a couple other strong connections that bound us together–Chelsea and Ashley, her granddaughters. Both had been in classes with me at Cowley College, and they were and are remarkable young women. Alice and I spoke of them almost weekly for years. She was so proud of the women they are. I don’t mean things like education and jobs, although those were always quite good as well. I mean, who they are…inside.

Chelsea and Ashley did Alice proud in front of a full congregation yesterday by speaking about who she was and how they loved her. She was a major part of who these women became in life–strong, intelligent and compassionate. I can only hope they realize how much they added to her life, too. That truth was evident in every word Alice spoke of them.

Am I glad I went? Oh, yes, I am. Mostly, however, I’m glad to have hugged and been hugged in return by Chelsea and Ashley. I could feel Alice’s smile upon us in those brief moments of connection.

Alice, you are in your well-deserved Wonderland now, and I can just imagine the joy that met you there.

Kids Who Die: a look backward in a backward world

| Marlys

In 1938, Langston Hughes wrote the poem “Kids Who Die”. Listening to it today made me sad at how we seem to be right back in that time period of discrimination and hate, looking for the light that brings people together rather than  separating them. I’ve added a video link at the bottom of this post, in case you’d like to hear the poem. The video is created by Frank Chi and Terrance Green, and it is narrated  by Danny Glover. I found it posted on FB by ColorOfChange. It is tough to listen to his words and tough to watch the video that accompanies it.

I, in no way, feel the majority of officers of the law are violent in this manner, but the cases are growing and our communities are either growing numb to the outcomes/outcries, or recognizing they must take a stand, or becoming so scared for their youth they feel hopeless. The tides must change. For all the dialogue of Christian values, not nearly enough is lighting a path of love for all. All. I started with a posting on FB as I reposted the video, and it became obvious that there way more I needed to think through that is heavy on my heart on the subject, so I’ve moved to this venue instead.

It seems I spend much of my time justifying why I post or repost situations of brutality by those in authority, explaining again and again that I am not anti-police, anti-authority, but rather pro-people. Stereotypes are rampant for all sides of any issue, and I do not condone hurtful ones for any segment of our population with authority over others. Some of my favorite people are in law enforcement, and I grew up around several police officers, including police chiefs, and highway patrolmen, and I am friends today with many who work in law enforcement. I am not fearful of them. I count on these men and women to protect those I love.

However, even in my community and workplace, the fear of the “other” is much more rampant than it has been for a while, and I now fear for many I know and love. Any situation, interpreted like the stereotype, could lead to death. It’s not as simple as “follow the rules” or “do what you’re told.” That, too, has led to injury and even death for many. So, yes, while I agree that stereotypes abound for all segments of our population, including law enforcement, many of these do not result in injury and death. They may be unfair, and I will speak up against those that I know are just as I do for the innocent accused in any area. But my ethical and loving heart has to first go to those who are in the line of fire even though innocent, without being trained in how to navigate those who hate and/or fear them.

With sadness, I read about mothers who have to tell their children/youth how to behave in a submissive manner, not to question anything even if they have no idea what they are being charged for, to fear the police and not to trust the community around them…the one that is theirs as much as it is mine.

Search this. Previously, it was moms worrying about their boys. Now, there are the faces of so many girls in the mix, too, that the pool of potential victims has grown. Fear has grown. Fear and hate are the weeds in the garden that will not go away. Not with the love your gardening hands bring as you tend the space. Not with the chemicals put there in attempts to rid the area of these problems. They come back more times than we can count in that garden we love. How do you move from an issue that grows so out of control people begin to think their actions are aligned with their faith?

Friends I love observe a plethora of different faiths, but the common denominator in them is the idea of caring for the poor, the abused, the suffering. None truly elevate the idea of discrimination and injury, violence and death. Those elements may be brought in by segments of their followers, Isis within the Muslim faith, the Klan within Christianity, and so on, but they are not precepts of the faith. They are people bending their faith into what they want to see in the world, into something that helps them justify their actions. That is not faith, and that is  not coming from the truly faithful.

Right now, the faithful should hurt for others. Should pray fervently for change. Should meditate to center themselves into a strong place of conviction to the actual teachings of their faith. Should encourage others to do the same. In a loving way. Not in the in-your-face debate methods found throughout our world right now.

I am imperfect in all of this, but I strive for the perfection of loving people more than material items, helping people above personal greed, and serving the loving God I know to exist in the world and in my heart.

May your compassionate hearts reach out to those in the world who may need you, and may the compassion of others find you when you are in need.

Video Link: Kids Who Die, by Langston Hughes