Sunday, November 26, 2017

To gun, or not to gun.....I don't understand the question.

For most of the nation, this month's discussion started at a little church in Sutherland Springs, Texas. For me and for my family, it started Halloween night, when my uncle did the unthinkable. He shot and killed his wife, and then himself. Just finding the link to post here led me to read it and find new information that I hadn't found before.... she had multiple gunshot wounds. I guess that was part of the "denial" phase of my grief. I hung onto the hope that he'd fired one shot, a warning, a threat even...and that it had killed her and he had killed himself in shock and remorse (as if that would somehow make it less abhorrent an act). But to fire, and fire again, and possibly again at another human being! before turning it on himself... I cannot fathom that amount of rage coupled with despair.

And I am so, so, so full of despair. The only light moments I've had were when drinking, either visiting with family or on the phone....but then the next morning awakening to the return of the horror and the surreal but true truth of the matter. I've never known such grief.

What a digression that was. You see, my uncle Brann wasn't a typical uncle by any means. He was the product of a marriage between my grandfather, divorced from my grandmother with whom he'd had 5 children, 1 deceased, and his second wife, also a divorced woman with 5 children of her own. Most of these first-family children were grown when Brann was born, and so he was born into my generation, to be surrounded by nieces and nephews who thought of him as "theirs," while the older half-brothers and -sisters weren't sure how he fit into their lives.

As I grew up the feud between the two sides of the family grew, never waned, and to this day, the day before the beginning of the funeral activities, 47 years after Brann's birth and 9 days after his death, that generation of half-brothers and-sisters have me fit to be tied how we will make it through these services with any semblance of honor or dignity. The only peace I find is truly in not speaking aloud to anyone of anything. So all the words and wordless waves of emotion just swirl around inside me. When they become too great and I start making small yelps that slip out aloud, I take a Xanax and wait quietly until I become again "comfortably numb."

So this event transpired the night of Halloween, and I was told about it the following night. That was Wednesday. After a couple of days of hysteria, I got in my truck and made an escape for my haven, our under-developed farm-to-be outside Floresville, Texas. On my way, my Dad called to offer me comfort but then the subject of the other side of the family came up and I was caught again in that place of grief and anger and enmity that I wanted no part of. I finally arrived (having stopped and bought a bottle of Jack Daniels), had 2 or 3 drinks, slept well that night and most of the next day. At some points I woke up and checked my phone for messages, Facebook, funeral updates. At one point I tried to post something and my phone wanted to post my location as "Sutherland Springs, TX." So later when all the reports began coming in about the shooting in the church I realized just how close we had been to this new tragedy.

Finally I come back home and find all the usual polarizing arguments about gun control and I'm just astounded at the insensitivity of people to human loss and human need and human frailty. Why on earth did my uncle, with whom I'd climbed trees and snuck cigarettes and beer in my youth, consider picking up a gun part of a quarrel? Why did this other man decide and plan and carry out taking a gun into a place of worship, a place that is full of people seeking peace and comfort and even release of painful events of the week.... WTF?? Something in the attitude towards guns and conflict has fundamentally changed. I believe this attitude shift has demonstrated itself in actions are not rhetorical....they demand a response that is not rhetorical.

I believe in the 2nd amendment, but I also believe that it, being itself an amendment, means that our constitution is always open to examination and scrutiny and, if necessary, amended to accommodate amendments in the world we find ourselves in. I use the word in repeatedly, in all these forms, as a reminder of what the true meaning behind this "right" is. In 12-step programs, there is a step involving "making amends," which means accepting responsibility for how our actions have affected others, and finding ways when possible to make right what was done. That is another perspective on the word that bears consideration.

Saturday, August 26, 2017

Out of Proportion?

When you deal with depression in the form of feeling chronically and helplessly unworthy, you (hopefully) learn to praise yourself for even the smallest of accomplishments, and you eventually train yourself to see them better instead of glossing over them and heading straight for the things still undone.

Today I am keeping my 2 granddaughters, which is in itself a big deal for me because it falls outside what I can deal with by myself for a full day. Today is only partial and didn't require my attention starting at 5 am (their mom got a late start due to issues with Hurricane Harvey), so I'm only just now getting tired and brain fuzzy.

At lunchtime I fixed them chicken, noodles, and broccoli. Like, a real meal. And I sat down and ate with them. When you suffer for hours on end believing you're just not up to par, that's a big win. So while being on my own case for not having done dishes yet, I keep patting myself on the back for that win. And yes, I stopped doing dishes to come post that. But that's part of making the win count...I just want to share it.

If you feel like you're not getting enough done and that that makes you inadequate or unworthy, look for those little wins and celebrate them. Bear witness to your effort however you might think others would "rate" it. Perhaps it's an exaggeration, but so is the punishment of beating yourself up for the things you haven't done. Fair is fair.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Reblog! Vinegar Hill Charlottesville

Coming out: The White Supremacy edition

**please note that the big white block in the middle of this article (and it's rather an ironic thing that it's a big white block....) was originally United D@ughter$ of the Con7eder@cy but without the symbols. Somehow they managed to get themselves censored out of this post. Freedom of the press indeed.

Image of Memorial to the Murdered Jews of Europe

Image of Statue of Adolf Hitler standing in in Berlin.

Oh wait. It was decimated in 1945. It no longer stands there. And guess what? It wasn't replaced with a shiny new one. I wonder why?

The image on the top stands as the reminder the world needs. And we don't need a statue of Hitler to remember who was responsible or what evils were perpetrated.

I hate applying these same standards to Robert E. Lee, because I'm a southerner and I have held fast to my southern heritage as something to be proud of. I've downplayed any complicity in the fact that many of my ancestors kept slaves because "everyone did." I've researched numerous ancestors who were actually Confederate soldiers, and with that information I was qualified to join the United Daughters of the Confederacy, and even attended one of their meetings. I never finished the paperwork and I marked it down to being too busy, but that wasn't really the truth.

For years I've justified being proud of Confederate ancestors by declaring that they fought for what they believed in, and besides had I been alive at any point during the years of slavery, I would have objected to it just as I presently object to abortion. I've therefore washed my hands clean of something I never really sullied them in to begin with. 'Sall good, right?

But it's not. The reason I never completed the UDC application process was the racism evident at the one meeting I attended, where there was a lot of conversation that included the nearly but not quite whispered words "coloreds" and "Mexicans," as if the "colored and Mexican" waitstaff around the edges of the room couldn't hear. And really, it was irrelevant if they did because they were just The Help. It was if The South was still alive in that room, and I didn't say a GODDAMN WORD against it or even about it. That was 8 or 9 years ago and I didn't even tell my husband about it until last night. So much for asserting I would have been outspoken in the way-back-when.

Well in order to CHANGE we have to speak the truth, confront it, dig it out, and bear witness to it. Let me tell you, it takes the indignation and self-righteousness right out of you. We get so angry when our past is questioned, and usually that's a fast recovery for the pang of fear we feel first. But when you just let the fear come ahead on, and name it, and bear witness to it...."_______ happened," something else happens.

I know. I did it. I'm doing it. I'm saying out loud that my lily-white DNA matches me to many, many Black Americans, well-known ones and not-so. It's not because of "diversity." It's because they and I share ancestors who raped their slaves, and I own that. What's more, I own that I myself have harbored a little white supremacy all along. It's wicked, it's there....and I know it! Now I can begin to change. Now I can begin to change.

Now we have the opportunity to raise monuments that show the whole story and the true story in one place, and how it's shaped us and how we'll use that truth to shape the future, even if they are only in our hearts or on our blogs and Facebook pages.

Thursday, August 10, 2017

It's become so clear that

my views and observations and opinions are not welcome on Facebook. At least by about half the people I know, and in most cases respect. The introduction of an idea outside the dogma of one's political or religious bent is just plan HERESY and is attacked with fervor and I can almost feel the spittle coming from their mouths as the words fly onto the screen.

I was told today that I have "changed", and "not for the better." To my mind, I've not changed but am currently and constantly changing, and I refuse to keep it a secret. My journey is MINE, to document and comment as I see fit, and to draw lines that restrict abusive words and behavior aimed my direction. 

So as the theme of my posts over the last year have been based on the idea of my "coming out" on matters big and small, I've just deleted everything before that and move forward with that idea. I hope to develop a following simply because there are matters that, when put into the arena of civil discourse, can be discussed in ways that benefit everyone who happens across it, especially if they add their own voice. Not their anger, hatred, piety, dogma, or bigotry. Because I will shut that shit down quicker than you can say SHARKNADO!

Thursday, July 20, 2017

Does it even matter

anymore? The two "factions" of our country have become so embroiled in one-upping each other that the truth plays no part.

THIS is the work of the Devil. To make truth irrelevant, inconvenient, and even subjective. Truth, THE truth, like math, is not subjective. What you believe about 4 and 4 plays absolutely no part in what they equal.

One thing, maybe the first thing, is that we need to stop believing and promoting the idea that our country is split in half. Half Republican, half Democrat....half conservative, half liberal....half Christian, half *other*..... ultimately, half wrong, half right.  We are millions of people, splintered in our beliefs about any given subject.

What is one thing you know to be true beyond the shadow of a doubt?

For me......(thinking.....)|
God, one true God and Creator, is real.

What about you?
Don't contradict what I say I believe....tell me what YOU believe.

Nitey nite!

Monday, February 6, 2017

I guess I am just amazed

 at the vast number of people... people I know and love, even... who believe our constitution to be more scripturally sound than the Scriptures themselves!!! I mean people! Read your damn Bibles! Read what Jesus Himself said about social responsibility, personal relationships, justice, homosexuality, religion, politics... our gospels speak volumes that are simply ignored by the "right," or "conservative" or "Republican" sects in favor of our constitutional "rights." What could possibly be more concrete a place to seat our beliefs than in the words of our Lord? The words of our "forefathers."

Yeah, if you consider yourself a Christian, our forefathers are Abraham, Isaac, Moses, David, and Solomon. And princely, in Christ Himself. Go and saturate yourself in their inspired words, and then re-evaluate your positions on those same issues today.

Because our American way of life began, not at the cross, but in the 17th century. It wasn't prophesied through the ages from the beginning of time. Therefore we must assume that, as with many ways of life, it is yet another that will not stand forever. It's not the way of life that God in His wisdom sought for His people. So, as Christians first, as believers in the One True God, what way of life should we be investing all our energy in? The answers to that are not found in decisions by the Supreme Court. They are found in the Bible. Perspective is everything.