*I’ve had this thought running through my head almost daily. The title “notes from under the bridge” has been a constant nagging until this afternoon. I intend to post sporadically or as the desires urges me. I will see where this leads.*
Kno There is a global effort to not only restructure the system, such as healthcare, work environments, God, education, and property(to name a few).
Is it possible to uphold the very thing you seek to destroy?
O beautiful for spacious skies;
Fighting against walls by building new ones. Fighting against ideologies by creating new ones. Fighting for gender neutrality by tearing down the gender of another. Fighting against supremacies by becoming the new supremacist.
For amber waves of grain;
Fighting against oppression by becoming the new oppressor. Fighting against a corrupt economic system by voting in a new system of thieves. Fighting for peace by creating new wars. Fighting for a right to believe by destroying another’s right to their belief.
For purple mountains majesty;
Fighting against the hierarchy of the male by creating a new hierarchy of women. Fighting against racism by becoming the racist. Fighting against fascism by becoming the fascist. Fighting for a world without god by creating the new god of self.
Above the fruited plain!
Fighting against colonization by becoming the new colonizer. Fighting against the theft of land by stealing another’s land. Fighting against terrorism by becoming the terrorist. Fighting systematic policies by creating new systematic evils.
America!! America!! God shed his grace on thee;
Fighting to topple a statue only to create new images out of stone. Fighting for political correctness by becoming politically incorrect. Fighting against fringe groups by cultivating the very environment that births extremism. Fighting for tolerance by becoming intolerant. Fighting to expose the ills while becoming the disease.
I remember it well, standing in the church listening to Jesse Jackson speak about unity and the kkk. We sat and prepared ourselves to take a stand against the klan, you could hear them outside, waiting for us to come out and walk to the town hall. After being told how to handle everything the doors to the church opened and we made our way down the steps. The klan was there, microphone and speaker standing unified, yelling things I won’t repeat on this post. We walked by them, never spoke, never blinked, never uttered a word. We made our way to the town hall to peaceful stand. I vividly remember growing up with the klan ever present in my town. I lived very close to the down town area and would run down the street to the record store but would always slow down nearing the corner, the klan would be there standing and handing out pamphlets trying to get ppl to join. I remember how they made me feel, scared. Always being instructed by my parents and grandmother to never take anything from them. I would say no but they would insist, I would get far enough away and fling it. I remember holding my grandmothers hand walking to jimmy’s near the railroad station, the klan was there and she told me, “don’t flinch, don’t look at them and don’t entertain demons. Just walk right through them.” My grandmother would be proud of the progress made in this town. The klan was a fixture here, I would watch them drive those big black Cadillacs into the cemetery for what I don’t know. I remember how they would gather in groups up town and downtown, I remember the skin heads being around. I remember Jesse Jackson coming back to help us again, I remember the heightened emotions this time, the words of disgust being spoken to them, one persons even pulled the hood off of a klan memeber. I remember Matthew Hale coming and speaking. I remember all of this well. I know the reputation of this town, I know what people say but I would hope people would take into account the battle that went on to break away from them, push them out of this town. People may tell you that there hasn’t been much of this in the past but there has been and I tell you that to also say that we have truly come far. People may tell you that there is still open kkk meetings but in all honesty I haven’t seen or heard of any. People have spoken about burning Wallingford down, I would hope people would take a moment to understand the fight that went on to push the klan out, to bring in more diversity, to stand against racism, and to progress as a town. Is there still racism in this town, yes. I remember the growing up with the klan in this town and I remember the battle that went on to push them out and silence their open meetings. There are some good people here that have fought agansit the klan and helped Wallingford to progress. Many have stood against the klan in this town, there was no hashtags, or live feeds just people standing for the rights of others to live without fear.
Before strength can ever exist within, the utterances of weakness must be embraced.
Allow weakness to have it’s perfect work in you and frailty will become strength.
People have asked me, “where does your strength come from?” The best answer I can give is this, ” I’ve learned to embrace weakness and heed it’s teaching. Strong needs a place to create itself , and it’s birth is rooted in frailty.”
Weakness dosent just go away. You can’t eradicate it. Weakness is there for a reason and it’s purpose is to teach you how to be well founded. It’s desire is to birth within you unwavering strength, planted as a seed in frailty that you be well made.
Weakness is a mere mirror upon the soul reflecting a growth that needs to occur.
Just as the hand needs to be rooted to the arm to function, so strength needs frailty.
The journey to recreate my life began with a fall, exposing my weaknesses. I’ve learned to embrace the teachings of weakness, for without them growth would have been impossible.