When people ask—when will change actually take place, here is my response—I believe lasting change depends upon voting for those who actually care to make a difference by appointing judges, who will call brutality to task instead of looking the other way ... I’m encouraged that change for the better continues to progress, though much too slowly, as seen by how many white faces intermingle with protesting African Americans. As to rioting, I do not condone destruction and looting, at all, other than to say that raging reactions, which create fear across the board, match the fear felt by blacks when stopped by police for no reason other than the color of their skin ...
People say it’s crazy all over the country as if surprised rather than expecting riots to break free once emotional suppression of rage is provoked to explode. Why feel surprised when all adults have been here, before?
It comes as no surprise that suppressed rage ignites as spontaneously as wildfire (most especially after the added frustration of months of quarantine) once anything provokes a hair trigger release of condensed emotional TNT at which time, groups of angry folk naturally morph into mobs, and every time anarchy is fully released to run rampant through the streets, the first thing to go is any semblance of self control. None of this is crazy. It all makes perfect sense.
As reasons for riots are not new or too complex to understand, we, on the ‘outside’, looking in, must really look into our hearts so as to ask: Will I morph back into complacency each time rioting has passed or has my awareness of becoming proactive about brotherhood deepened so as to remain so intolerant of inequality and injustices that my need to educate myself to vote for those who will legislate change for the better remains self motivated?
Over these last three years, we’ve come to see why living in a Democracy cannot be taken for granted. In three short year’s, trump’s revolving door administration has created anarchy. What is curfew all about? Here’s what curfew is all about: If any portion of out population does not feel safe driving their cars because of police brutality then eventually, it will not be safe for you and I to go out and about after dark. And not until we grow aware of the fact that we’re all in this messed up state of being, together, will lasting change for the better be effected for everyone involved.
Interesting that my mind feels need to release thoughts like these when emotional engagement in casual conversation via FaceTiming feels too taxing unless my sons’ and grandkids’ smiles are enticing my own to come out to play online. Makes me wonder how much of my fatigue, which I attribute to chemo, is actually a result of anger repressed, right now?
Today, I came to understand why I can Zoom with family when FaceTiming with friends feels taxing. While interacting with family, I can breathe it all in while participating very little myself. FaceTime asks me to engage in conversation, often times, one on one, which, in my fatigued state, wears me out, far too quickly.
As several friends, whom I love, deeply, ask to FaceTime, I feel relieved at having expressed how taxing engaging in conversation feels to me. Until today, I had no clue as to why FaceTiming feels more demanding than enjoyable.
Every day, no matter that anarchy is running rampant through our streets, I awaken determined to recreate the zen emotional environment necessary to maintaining my spirit’s upbeat attitude while cancer, ravaging my good health, battles away with chemo, which also ravages my good health, which is why I choose to do whatever proves necessary to remain calm while thousands are dying from C-19 amid cities burning with rage.
As is true of us all, I have my work cut out for me, and thus far, texting with loved ones works best for me, because I can stop ‘feeling’ between sentences so as to consciously relax my mind before continuing at my own pace.
Socks still waiting patiently to be tucked into their own spaces while tweaked weakened back continues to process through healing at its own pace. Though some things can’t be hurried, burning through complacency may prove necessary to hurry change for the better once pain grows too deep for people to contain suppressed fury with decorum intact
Though in no way do I condone rioting, my comprehension of human nature suggests this to be the main root of our problem concerning personal safety: ‘Their’ problems (whether they are African Americans, Muslims, Jews, Hispanics, Latinos, Asians, Chinese, Women, children and the elderly) are our problems, because bullying is bullying, and when the perpetrators of abuse are those who have been empowered to uphold the laws of this land, they must be called to task just as is true of every half baked bully in our schools.
You see, when your problems are too long ignored, eventually they become mine, and therefore, everyone’s intelligence has need to work, together, toward mutually respectful resolution, once and for all. Otherwise, complacency will see us all experiencing same-old-same-old, repeatedly.
And now, having released my compressed suppressed state of angst, tis time to inhale deeply while refocusing my mind toward recreating my healing state of zen—Ohhhm ...
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