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Sunday, February 19, 2012

Through Jaundiced Eyes

The protestors stood in the dark. The only illumination was from what was left of the burning rubble of literacy they refused to allow the children to read. I watched the smoke curl up from the ashes of accomplishment. It started this afternoon at 4:30. It began to unfold as they stormed the front of school house. Arms full of books and cans full of fuel. I was dumbfounded, frozen in place as I watched.

I simply cannot understand such an alien, utterly bizarre mindset. Just about everything on earth rouses the holy ire and outrage of fundamentalists book burners. Everything they don't understand, everything outside their narrow little circle, which means just about anything you can think of, is evil and Satanic in their jaundiced eyes.

These protesters, who are not parents of children in this school are denouncing this community as a den of iniquity, why they don't even live in this school district, or even in this state. In fact, I found out later, the two rabble rousers who instigated this war of the words are a Texas couple who run a well-organized and bottomless-pocketed book-banning organization that has a devoted following among fundamentalists.

Our school district has policies in place if ever a book is challenged. They’ve never had to memorize the policy. A book has never been challenged. A parent must fill out a complaint form. No one else has a right to complain - and the book must stay on the curriculum or the library shelves until it has been reviewed by a committee.

Time after time, I have since read, bigger school districts are yielding in the most cowardly and craven manner to fundamentalist bullying, withdrawing the books immediately, and sometimes summarily dismissing the teachers who used the offending books in their classes. When parents complain, the school will offer them the option of letting their children read an alternate book, but the fundamentalists rarely accept any compromise. They don't just want their children reading "Satanic" books, they don't want anyone to read them!

In fact, in Warsaw County, Indiana, the school board simply handed the disputed books over to the protesters, who then publicly burned them, which brings me to where I am today watching, in perplexed fascination. One minute, doing the business this town brought me here to do, the next minute frozen to this place in time.


I am pondering over the question in my head whether parents really have an absolute right to instill their children with such frighteningly hateful, bigoted and backward attitudes?

As adults we have a right to believe as we choose, however outlandish and flat-out wrong our beliefs may be. But when adults seek to trap their (and everyone else's) children in a bizarre world of darkness, hatred, blind fear and anti-intellectualism, it seems to me to be a very perverted use of parental rights, let alone Constitutional Rights.

To quote Annie Kinsella from the movie Field of Dreams, "They're talking about banning books again! Really subversive books, like "The Wizard of Oz" and "The Diary of Anne Frank".... This is the kind of censorship they had under Stalin!.... Who wants to spit on the Constitution? Who thinks the Bill of Rights is a pretty darn good thing?... All right America - I love ya!"
tjs© February 4, 2008

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Need a Good Laugh? Takes 3 minutes. Spew Warning!

empty poetry

Empty.

 

It’s utterly empty.

There are no emotions to fill it. It can’t

 

Get in here. Not that I wouldn’t let it,

It’s just void. I’m not

 

Sure when it happened.

After you left, before he left

 

Me to sort out the nonsense in

his life. It could be that it was empty

 

All along. It has been stripped bare before.

It’s always healed. Words hurt it, hits hurt it,

 

Tears hurt it, but mostly, rejection hurt it.

It’s not healing now, it’s raw, and sore and

 

So aware of what’s not here anymore. I

think that the missing is the part that

 

That causes the most suffering. I know

I’m not the only one. Why do you have to say

 

It like that? So sarcastic. I know, but

I’m the only me. It’s the me part that’s

 

Empty.

Monday, July 13, 2009

Zoloft Cocktail Anyone?

"The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken places." Ernest Hemingway from A Farewell to Arms

Zoloft Cocktail Anyone?

Had a really difficult year or so. I have a bad back that kept me out of work for 7 months 2007-2008 school year. Doc finally gave up on me and sent me to a pain clinic. He was able to keep the pain at bay, but it lurked in my peripheral view, always threatening. This past school year, my back went out again. I found a new pain doctor who after many months has finally cured my pain. I don’t see it lurking around anymore unless I have a very strenuous day. I only missed 3 days of work because of my back. No drugs. He did inject major steroids into my back every 5 weeks though. You know what steroids do to middle aged women? Plumps ‘em up like Violet Beauregarde

from Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory. Did me anyway. Well last month he went in and burned my nerves off in 4 spots in my back. It’s a treatment program that I can live with - pain free. Depending on how long it takes for my nerves to grow back is how often I’ll need the Rhizotomy.

Make Mine a Double Please!

On top of the pain, I decide that I want to stop smoking while I’m off work barely moving. I did quit. It was a year this past April. Steroids, quitting smoking - hmmm. One day I go to the doc with a stabbing tummy ache. Seems my stomach is disintegrating. Hmmm. There goes any hope for the lapband I wanted. I have to have major surgery. I had it on June 12. Right after I got back from Yellowstone with mom. I’ve been recovering from this the latest invasion in my life. He cut my from stem to stern, which got infected... the drains just came out a couple weeks ago. Sucked, but I am finally on the mend.

Straight Up with a Lexapro Chaser!

Christmas time Becca says, "Mommy, put your boob in your bra before we take pictures." Hmmmm, checked and both boobs were where they ought to be. So she says, "What’s that?" I say, "What’s what?" She points to my chest. I hadn’t noticed but there on my chest (right above the boobage) is a lump. Big hand sized swelling. Doctor sends me to a surgeon. Surgeon sends me for tests. Doesn’t think it’s cancer - all the tests turned out negative, but he wants to take the lump out. I want to wait awhile. If it aint cancer it can stay for awhile. I told Becca I could use the third boob as advertisement for a boyfriend. I go back to that surgeon in August.

Nevermind, Just pass the Chocolate!

Compound all this stuff with my daddy’s passing and I’m a raving lunatic. Nah, not yet. I do my best to look on the bright side - it’s all going away, and in the end I’m still able to ... live.

That’s a good thing.

Monday, June 1, 2009

Oh What Fun!

I just left Yellowstone - Heading into Dead Wood. Having a the adventure of a lifetime. I've seen Moose, Elk, Coyote, Big Horn Sheep, Buffalo, Prong Horn Antelope, Black Bear, Grizzly Bear, and watched the eagle soar - all out in the wild, all living free - what sights.  Everything is new and breathtaking. Another couple of weeks and I'll be home again.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Creative Challenge #49

Creative Challenge #49

Not mine, but the challenge words "rays of sunshine" brought this song to the forefront of my mind.

Lyrics

Ray Of Sunshine
Jason Mraz

well sometimes the sun shines on other people's houses and not mine
some days the clouds paint the sky all grey
it takes away my summertime

somehow the sun keeps shining upon you while i kindly stand by
if there's a light in everybody send out your ray of sunshine

i wanna walk the same roads as everybody else
through the trees and past the gates
i getting high on heavenly breezes
and make some new friends along the way

i won't ask much of nobody
i'm just here to sing along
and make my mistakes look gracious
and learn some lessons from my wrongs

but sometimes the sun shines on other people's houses and not mine
some days the clouds can paint the sky all grey
and take away my summertime

and somehow the sun keeps shining upon you while i struggle to get mine
a light never hurt nobody send out your ray of sunshine

oh if this little light of mine combined with yours today
how many watts could we luminate
how many villages could we save

well my umbrella's tired of the weather wearing me down
well look at me now

you sure look as good as your outlook
would you mind if i took some time
to soak up your light, your beautiful light
you got a paradise inside

i get hungry for love and thirsty for life
but much to full on the pain
when i look to the sky to help me
and it often looks like rain

well sometimes the sun shines on other people's houses and not mine
and some days the clouds paint the sky all grey
and take away my summer time

and somehow the sun keeps shining upon you while i struggle to get mine
if there's a light in everybody send out your ray of sunshine

you're undeniably warm, and cerulean
yea you're perfect in design
i hope you hang around

so the sun, it can shine on me
and the clouds can all roll away
and the sky can become our possibility
well there's a light in everybody, send out your ray of sunshine