“We know through painful experience that freedom is never voluntarily given by the oppressor; it must be demanded by the oppressed. Frankly, I have yet to engage in a direct action campaign that was “well timed” in the view of those who have not suffered unduly from the disease of segregation. For years now I have heard the word “Wait!” It rings in the ear of every Negro with piercing familiarity. This “Wait” has almost always meant “Never.” We must come to see, with one of our distinguished jurists, that “justice too long delayed is justice denied.”
We have waited for more than 340 years for our constitutional and God given rights. The nations of Asia and Africa are moving with jet-like speed toward gaining political independence, but we still creep at horse and buggy pace toward gaining a cup of coffee at a lunch counter. Perhaps it is easy for those who have never felt the stinging darts of segregation to say, “Wait.” But when you have seen vicious mobs lynch your mothers and fathers at will and drown your sisters and brothers at whim; when you have seen hate filled policemen curse, kick and even kill your black brothers and sisters; when you see the vast majority of your twenty million Negro brothers smothering in an airtight cage of poverty in the midst of an affluent society; when you suddenly find your tongue twisted and your speech stammering as you seek to explain to your six-year-old daughter why she can’t go to the public amusement park that has just been advertised on television, and see tears welling up in her eyes when she is told that Funtown is closed to colored children, and see ominous clouds of inferiority beginning to form in her little mental sky, and see her beginning to distort her personality by developing an unconscious bitterness toward white people; when you have to concoct an answer for a five-year-old son who is asking: “Daddy, why do white people treat colored people so mean?”; when you take a cross county drive and find it necessary to sleep night after night in the uncomfortable corners of your automobile because no motel will accept you; when you are humiliated day in and day out by nagging signs reading “white” and “colored”; when your first name becomes “nigger,” your middle name becomes “boy” (however old you are) and your last name becomes “John,” and your wife and mother are never given the respected title “Mrs.”; when you are harried by day and haunted by night by the fact that you are a Negro, living constantly at tiptoe stance, never quite knowing what to expect next, and are plagued with inner fears and outer resentments; when you are forever fighting a degenerating sense of “nobodiness” — then you will understand why we find it difficult to wait.”
…Martin Luther King Jr …April 1963
A simple 1999 Interview,
Foreshadows the world we live in today.
I’m making it my goal to send out one tiny ripple of hope today. May my goal be the same tomorrow.
from a courageous Republican.
Thank you Senator Flake. May your words inspire many more to follow in your leadership. It’s time to stand for values, American values. It’s time to speak out, speak up and speak truth.
Edith Windsor 6/20/1929-9/12/2017
Edith is a hero of mine. Edith will be missed but never forgotten. It was her Supreme Court Case that struck down the Defense of Marriage act in 2013 thus causing the federal government to recognize my legal marriage in California from 2008.
I read that a quote of hers was “Don’t Postpone Joy”. I haven’t been able to personally verify this quote as hers, but I think it fitting.
Thank you Edith for helping humanity get just a little better one step at a time.
Am I fully who I am?
Or am I still hiding part of me?
As a gay man born of the 1960s, reaching puberty in the 1970s and coming out in the 1980s I faced my share of mis-understanding, repression and discrimination. Have I fully stepped out of that self preserving shadow? Could I be more? Am I gay enough?
Something to contemplate in this age of assimilation. This video has stirred me to take a deeper look.
I sent a version of this letter below to all of my elected officials. I included in this previous POST an easy set click links where you can find and e mail some of yours. Feel free to copy and use my letter if you wish. I simply modified it as needed to each one.
Dear Governor Brown,
As you are quite aware someone has announced that Transgender persons are no longer welcome to serve our country. Then while the media is having a firestorm over that sudden announcement and as the senate -g o p- are dramatically playing out their “take the healthcare away from the poor and give the money to the rich” scheme, it seems the Department of Justice decides to submit an amicus brief stating that all LGBT Americans simply aren’t covered under the 1964 civil rights act because of who we are and who we love.
Whew, what a day of drama and side shows. I know that you and all of our governors, senators and representatives on the right side of history have your hands full. I want to personally thank you all for working toward a just, fair and equal society. I ask that you keep fighting for us and all of our rights as equal citizens no matter our sex, religion, race, sexual orientation, skin color, beliefs, age, pre-existing condition, income, social status and I think you know what I mean. Keep it up for us, for you, for the children and for our country. We need you.
First of all Fearsome asks that you please notice the change in the wording of our header above.
Fearsome will continue his quest of inner growth, increased knowledge and expansion of his understanding and empathy as before, however he must take a stand. When the rights of any one innocent person is tread upon by the injustice of unwarranted discrimination, our society is assaulted. When we stand by tacit as others are treated unfairly we will become just as guilty as the bullies themselves.
Let us review just what happens when a society allows injustice, keep in mind history can repeat itself.
The genocides of Armenia, Rwanda, Cambodia, Bosnia, Darfur just to name a few recent ones.
Colonial genocide against native Americans
And let us not forget a few of the current injust societies amoung us today such as North Korea, Venezuela and Syria.
Inequality is injustice. Ignorance and fear breed such nonsense.
Will all earthly societies ever become perfect and just? Most likely not.
Can all earthly societies try to move towards perfection and justice? Yes, yes we can always improve, learn, grow, respect, understand, encourage, support and care.
Take a stand. Spread knowledge. Teach understanding. Lead by example. Grow yourself. Show you care. Help others. Speak kindly. Give freely.
After our enjoyable visit at the National Gallery it was time for our appointment at The African American History Museum.
National Museum of African-American History & Culture
Definately an amazing museum and wonderful addition to the Smithsonian, this museum is worth the visit. Still being the new kid on The Mall it was packed and tickets hard to come by. We enjoyed it immensely, but we will make a point to come back at a later date when it isn’t so crowded and can be enjoyed as a Museum of its caliber should be. I know they have a lot of people waiting to get in and that tickets are limited in number, but I think they could do better limiting the number of tickets issued to an even smaller number.
Contemplative Court Waterfall Fountain
The Contemplative Court Waterfall Fountain was worth the trip itself alone. Overwhelming. Fearsome had some tears to catch as I began to sob. Cleansing.
Jackie Robinson #42
Fearsome had more tears to catch as I choked up over Jackie’s jersey. One can see the faint reflection of Fearsome’s San Diego Padres hat in the glass just above the shoulder to the right of the Jackie’s face.
Jackie Robinson is truly an inspirational man of honor. Integrating baseball was not an easy task. Jackies strength was in his own personal restraint and self discipline. Fearsome highly recommends the movie about Jackie’s life. The movie is simply “42”. Jackie is one of Fearsome’s heroes.
I was but a young boy when people like me lived in the shadows.
Stonewall Inn New York NY circa 1969
Thanks to a few courageous souls who had had enough, I’d never really fully know that life they were forced into.
On July 26, 1974 this song was the number 1 billboard hit…
And for some reason I cannot get it out of my head today.
History has it that THIS happened the very next day way back in 1974.
Spring Equinox at Chichen Itza
Do you see the serpent?
In the many travels I’ve been blessed with in this lifetime, I’ve visited Chichen Itza twice. The first time was back in the days when one could climb the pyramid, which I did. The second trip into that dense jungle was on a spring equinox during which I observed the brief appearance of the serpent. The serpent only appears twice a year to mark each equinox which signals either planting or harvest. Like most civilizations, both are celebrations for the Maya.
The pyramid, officially known as the Temple of Kukulcan, is a wonder of construction, precision and magnificence. One can precisely tell the time and day of the year simply by the position of the sun and the shadows upon it.
I love Mexico.
A great Captian America history article can be found HERE. Simply by clicking you will be wisked away to the very article in the very Washington Post. Fearsome is loving the subscription I bought him.
Congress shall make no law respecting an establishment of religion, or prohibiting the free exercise thereof; or abridging the freedom of speech, or of the press; or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the government for a redress of grievances.
As seen today entering my neighborhood in front of an historic 101 year old Methodist church just eight blocks from my home:
I love my neighborhood.
During my last trip to Florida I wore one of these on the pocket of my shirt:
The significance is that all are safe with me. The TSA agent greeted me on the other side of the body scanner with a big smile saying “I see you wear a safety pin”. He obviously knew it’s significance and agreed with my views.
I’ve posted this notable quote below before and I think it’s time I posted it again to remind me of my values and to remind me that while silence might often be prudent, it isn’t always.
Fearsome and I keep a fairly low profile. However, times come when we must speak. A famous quote from the holocaust reminds us that as humans we must speak out for those who are oppressed. We must speak out against hate. We must speak out against the unjust. We must feel empathy for our fellows, before it is too late.
The U.S.A. never was, is not and was never intended to be an all white, all Christian, all heterosexual nation.
Therefore we decided to just post that famous quote here…
Martin Niemöller (1892–1984) was a prominent Protestant pastor who emerged as an outspoken public foe of Adolf Hitler and spent the last seven years of Nazi rule in concentration camps.
Niemöller is perhaps best remembered for the quotation:
“First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.”