Does anyone remember Rodney King? So much has happened in my world since the days of Rodney King that I can not right at the moment even remember what that was all about, but I do recall that it was in California and the year was 1992. King was beaten by police officers and when he sued the verdict came back that the 4 police officers were innocent. I did check and there were 63 people killed in the riots, 2,383 injured, and 12,000 people arrested. Rodney King himself stood up and begged people to stop. I remember seeing him on a black and white grainy television and saying,
"Can't we all just get along?" That was almost 30 years ago and yet, here we are today. Different state, but same scenario.
I can not watch the news. I can not watch that video again and again. To watch that police officer, kneeling on George Floyd's neck as three other officers watch not only brings tears to my eyes, but raises my righteous indignation at everyone involved in that brutal act of murder. And it was murder; deliberate cold blooded disregard of a human life. "I can not breathe!"
How many breaths do you take in a day? I am sure I could google it and I would then know, but does it matter? We take them for granted. They come easily inhaled and just as easily exhaled. A cold, COPD, and other health issues will make us stop and think about the breaths we take, but mostly we just take the first one and then the next one and go right on through the night breathing while we sleep.
I grew up in a small town. We had a small place up on Main Street that had bars on the windows and that was where the "ne'er do wells" or drunks or other miscreants could be locked away. The "peace officer" (whose job it was to oversee whoever was locked up) had a chair to set in by the front door in case the person who was locked up needed something. To the best of my knowledge no one was ever locked inside. The only excitement that the jail ever saw was when Ory Ayers and her daughter rode their stick horses into town and circled the jail and rode back home. Life was pretty simple back then.
There were no blacks in our town. There were only white people. I know my mother's family came over from Germany and settled in Nickerson or nearby. There were 3 churches; Methodist, Christian, and Baptist. I guess growing up in such a place made me tolerant and accepting of other races. We never fought over anything. Our environment was just pretty much mundane. Occasionally families would have disagreements with the neighbors, but it never went farther than that. The gypsys sometimes camped on the edge of town, but we never seen them.
So here I find myself in a world I do not understand full of people I do not understand and I find myself screaming at the television in complete frustration. Oh, trust me, I have done my share of marching and changing the world, but never was I violent. We carried signs. We made speeches. We helped little old ladies across the street. And now, sadly, I find myself in need of being helped across that same street, and up the steps, and on to the other side.
I can not help the Rodney Kings or George Floyds of the world. I can only set here and watch as it unfolds and pray that some where, some how, someone will pick up the banner and fight for the rights of all the mistreated in our world, but it doesn't seem to be happening. There is so much unrest in this world today that by the time I figure out which cause to support, the whole thing has changed.
And so the world goes on. My words change nothing. I live in fear that if the world spins any faster we may all lose our gravity and spin out of control.
"Can't we all just get along?" That was almost 30 years ago and yet, here we are today. Different state, but same scenario.
I can not watch the news. I can not watch that video again and again. To watch that police officer, kneeling on George Floyd's neck as three other officers watch not only brings tears to my eyes, but raises my righteous indignation at everyone involved in that brutal act of murder. And it was murder; deliberate cold blooded disregard of a human life. "I can not breathe!"
How many breaths do you take in a day? I am sure I could google it and I would then know, but does it matter? We take them for granted. They come easily inhaled and just as easily exhaled. A cold, COPD, and other health issues will make us stop and think about the breaths we take, but mostly we just take the first one and then the next one and go right on through the night breathing while we sleep.
I grew up in a small town. We had a small place up on Main Street that had bars on the windows and that was where the "ne'er do wells" or drunks or other miscreants could be locked away. The "peace officer" (whose job it was to oversee whoever was locked up) had a chair to set in by the front door in case the person who was locked up needed something. To the best of my knowledge no one was ever locked inside. The only excitement that the jail ever saw was when Ory Ayers and her daughter rode their stick horses into town and circled the jail and rode back home. Life was pretty simple back then.
There were no blacks in our town. There were only white people. I know my mother's family came over from Germany and settled in Nickerson or nearby. There were 3 churches; Methodist, Christian, and Baptist. I guess growing up in such a place made me tolerant and accepting of other races. We never fought over anything. Our environment was just pretty much mundane. Occasionally families would have disagreements with the neighbors, but it never went farther than that. The gypsys sometimes camped on the edge of town, but we never seen them.
So here I find myself in a world I do not understand full of people I do not understand and I find myself screaming at the television in complete frustration. Oh, trust me, I have done my share of marching and changing the world, but never was I violent. We carried signs. We made speeches. We helped little old ladies across the street. And now, sadly, I find myself in need of being helped across that same street, and up the steps, and on to the other side.
I can not help the Rodney Kings or George Floyds of the world. I can only set here and watch as it unfolds and pray that some where, some how, someone will pick up the banner and fight for the rights of all the mistreated in our world, but it doesn't seem to be happening. There is so much unrest in this world today that by the time I figure out which cause to support, the whole thing has changed.
And so the world goes on. My words change nothing. I live in fear that if the world spins any faster we may all lose our gravity and spin out of control.
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