Friday, April 3, 2015

A moment to look back and pause

There are people who judge races of people by previous or present examples, and take the whole from the single example.  At the moment America is supposedly post-racial, having elected a charismatic Black President of the United States, and having seen many advancements in achievement that shattered a variety of barriers.  And I like anyone else can fall prey to judging unfairly.  I am NOT perfect.  I am however aware that I need forgiveness for a great many things.  So I will endeavor to improve.  Race, Gender, Orientation, Ability, Religion or lack thereof, and much more might seem to divide us.  But I truly do believe that when you have a diversity of opinions in response to a question, you have a better chance of finding a good answer, than when you have a single or two answers.  The more outlooks we have, the better chances we have to find a truth.  Diversity IS strength.  That isn't just a saying.

However, we've entered a time of great upheaval.  Our world, for all its desire to grow, and be more than it is, has become a zone of flashpoint debates turning into fights, wars, assaults and riots.  There are indexes of success, of inequity, of perceptions of others, and these almost all show that the races are as divided as before the watershed events of the momentous 1960s.  That is not unrecoverable.  The 60s were so enormous we have to have hope that we are able to spring from that level and grow.  But should it go back below that level, America would gravely suffer.

Going back further than the 60s would be disastrous.  And I am not exaggerating.   

Writer(s): Lewis Allan, Dwayne P. Wiggins
Copyright: Music Sales Corporation, Marks Edward B. Music Corp., Dwayne Wiggins Pub Designee, WB Music Corp., Edward B Marks Music Company

"Strange Fruit"
Southern trees bear a strange fruit
Blood on the leaves and blood at the root
Black bodies swingin' in the Southern breeze
Strange fruit hangin' from the poplar trees

Pastoral scene of the gallant South
The bulgin' eyes and the twisted mouth
Scent of magnolias sweet and fresh
Then the sudden smell of burnin' flesh

Here is a fruit for the crows to pluck
For the rain to gather, for the wind to suck
For the sun to rot, for the tree to drop
Here is a strange and bitter crop

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