Tuesday, July 23, 2013
The Finger Pointing Doesn't Help
I've diminished my Facebook use and even my email inbox is "bugging me" these days. Here's why:
The only similarity between those stories & the recent case that brought national attention is that someone was killed. The differences in the recent case were that no one was arrested and charged in the weeks after someone died; that evidence had not been properly preserved; and so much information & misinformation was publicized (because otherwise, nothing was being done at all)...and that this affected the ability to even find a jury.
If someone wants to pass along every "black-on-white" and "black-on-black" crime story that comes their way, thinking that it proves a point, I wish they would ask who bombed the Oklahoma federal building...and who shot up schools and malls and a theater? My parents taught me when I was a little girl that there is crime in every race.
If we say, "Why are people making this about race?" and then we turn this into finger-pointing & drag out and publicize every crime we can find, and imply "these people" commit all these crimes, then I believe we answer the question very well as to why this is about race.
If that sounds harsh, I'm sorry, because I'm sure many people re-post these things without even thinking, or because they simply don't understand the differences between the cases and they are tired of hearing about it. I'm sure some of them don't really mean what they seem to imply.
But it makes me wonder if maybe we do need to think a little more carefully about this subject!
Wednesday, July 17, 2013
Things People Say about the Zimmerman Case
"Why do people bring race into this? There was this black-on-white crime that happened in this other state, and that's not on the national news." When someone tells me that, or posts it on Facebook, I look at the story they refer to. And every time I see that someone was "arrested and charged" for the crime. Therein lies the difference.
I have yet to hear a story of black-on-white in which the person was allowed to simply walk away free, without so much as an arrest or a trial. This is what happened in this case until the national news brought it to our attention. And that delay is why evidence was not properly preserved and why the jury pool was sparse because so many had already heard so much about the case.
"There was equal fault on both sides." No one really knows for sure what happened out there. But whatever happened, can't people conceive that Martin either knew or sensed his life was in danger (as we know that it actually was). Can't we consider that he may have been the first one who acted in self-defense?
"It was decided in a court of law; so it's over. " It was decided in a court of law, so it's over until the next court, perhaps a civil trial from the family, or perhaps a trial by a higher court. A verdict of 'not guilty' demonstrates that a crime wasn't proven to the satisfaction of a jury, who cannot convict if they have reasonable doubt. But we will never know whether the jury would have decided differently if they had been given the 'initial aggressor instruction' to consider, because the defense objected to it and it was left out of the jury instructions. (One explanation of that is here.). It's also not "over", in that people are allowed to legitimately seek ways to make changes in laws for the future.
"I wish we could stop talking about race." There was a time in my life when I felt that way, too, so I understand that sentiment. After all, as my late son Paul used to say (although he wasn't denying the existence of problems), "we are all the same race, the human race". Wouldn't it be nice if everyone just respected everyone else equally? Unfortunately it seems that in some parts of our country - and perhaps in some hearts - these conversations are still necessary. We need to have those conversations not only in society but also in our families, where we teach one another to build people up and respect them, whatever our similarities and differences may be.
I have yet to hear a story of black-on-white in which the person was allowed to simply walk away free, without so much as an arrest or a trial. This is what happened in this case until the national news brought it to our attention. And that delay is why evidence was not properly preserved and why the jury pool was sparse because so many had already heard so much about the case.
"There was equal fault on both sides." No one really knows for sure what happened out there. But whatever happened, can't people conceive that Martin either knew or sensed his life was in danger (as we know that it actually was). Can't we consider that he may have been the first one who acted in self-defense?
"It was decided in a court of law; so it's over. " It was decided in a court of law, so it's over until the next court, perhaps a civil trial from the family, or perhaps a trial by a higher court. A verdict of 'not guilty' demonstrates that a crime wasn't proven to the satisfaction of a jury, who cannot convict if they have reasonable doubt. But we will never know whether the jury would have decided differently if they had been given the 'initial aggressor instruction' to consider, because the defense objected to it and it was left out of the jury instructions. (One explanation of that is here.). It's also not "over", in that people are allowed to legitimately seek ways to make changes in laws for the future.
"I wish we could stop talking about race." There was a time in my life when I felt that way, too, so I understand that sentiment. After all, as my late son Paul used to say (although he wasn't denying the existence of problems), "we are all the same race, the human race". Wouldn't it be nice if everyone just respected everyone else equally? Unfortunately it seems that in some parts of our country - and perhaps in some hearts - these conversations are still necessary. We need to have those conversations not only in society but also in our families, where we teach one another to build people up and respect them, whatever our similarities and differences may be.
Thursday, July 04, 2013
Storage, A Piano, and Learning to be Kind to Myself
I don't need any more books. I don’t need to get
more books simply so that the ones on the bottom shelves of my bookcase don't
ruin one another. You know that books get ruined if you don't have enough of
them on the shelf, right? Seriously, I need to decide whether to add another
crate of loose materials or to stack some of the books atop one another, rather
than side by side.
But I kept thinking of the old Value Tales books
that are tucked away, somewhere in our storage unit. Even though they are not
in very good condition, I keep them for the content. I needed to know where and
how to fit them into the bookcase space and, besides, I just wanted to get them into our home space and out of our storage space.
I don't recommend off-site storage units, but we
came to Baltimore from a five-bedroom house in rural Kentucky with an abundance
of storage space in the garage and attic, as well as lots of living space. In
addition to having a large house, both of us inherited plenty of "pack-rat" in our
upbringing. We eliminated a lot of things for our relocation but we were not able to whittle down enough to transition to an apartment, without renting a
little more real estate, ten miles from home.
So, my son and I went to “storage” yesterday. We
never found the Value Tales. But we found something in worse condition than those
books: the storage unit itself. We found boxes with water damage, some still
damp. Worse, we found what looks like some water damage on the cover for the
keys of the piano…the piano that belonged to my father-in-law when he was a
boy. The piano my husband has been missing so badly since we came to Baltimore.
My son and I tried to get in touch with management
to look at the damage, but they were not answering their calls and although the office was open, we could find
no one there. So we went home, and we will need to go back, along with
my husband, to assess the damage and to get management to fix the roof.
After we went home yesterday, I kept catching
myself using self-talk that was less than charitable. I was getting mad at
myself for stupid little things, stupid little nothings, and finally I realized
this was the “old me” popping up…that I have learned better than that. But where
was it coming from?
I think I was blaming myself for the possible
damage to my husband’s precious piano. If I had cleared out more at home, maybe
we could have made room for it. Or perhaps I should have found out sooner that
we could bring it here, even though we live on an upper floor (it was not allowed
at our first apartment in Baltimore, unless you lived on the first floor). Or maybe
if I had waited to have us move from one community to another, waited until we could
get a first floor apartment here, maybe we would have brought the piano home
from storage.
That was when I realized the folly of my runaway
thoughts! If we had gotten a first floor apartment here - at least in any of
the buildings on our street - we could have lost everything a couple of years
ago when the creek flooded. We helped a neighbor move out after that flood and it wasn't pretty.
Stuff just happens. Not everything that happens can
be prevented. Wow, it’s amazing that I am still fighting that philosophy that
was drilled into me when I was a child, “What could you have done to prevent
this?” or, “How could we keep something like this from happening again in the
future?”
It’s good to take care of our people and our
things, but there is a balance to life. We need to do our duties, and we need
to make decisions. But then, we need to let go.
We cannot control life. I don’t think we were ever programmed to control
every circumstance.
If we have actually done something intentional
that hurt someone, we need to seek forgiveness. But whenever we feel we may
have contributed to a problem, whether intentionally or unintentionally, we also need to
forgive ourselves. We need to “let
go and let God”. Let God bring good out
of evil. Let God love us.
As for the piano, it may be better off than I
first thought. But, whatever the case, life and its lessons play on.

Follow-up: We went back on Saturday and were delighted to learn that the piano plays as well as ever and only has minimal cosmetic damage. It was already old, with some cosmetic damage, so we are just happy that it is still good, musically. The owner of the storage facility repaired the ceiling, and the only other things damaged were some boxes, mostly empty...and the piano bench pad I made some years ago, which was in a box that got damaged. The piano books in that box were protected by the bench cushion.
Sunday, June 23, 2013
Focus by Ingrid Ricks -- A Book Review
A Book Review of Focus by Ingrid Ricks
How might it feel to go to get glasses, pick out your
favorite frames on the way in to the ophthalmologists’ office, and then to find
out that your field of vision is so small that you are legally blind? To learn that glasses won’t help? To learn it
is a progressive disease?
Find out how Ingrid Ricks felt when she received this devastating
news. Find out how she got her positive perspective back. Find out what life is
like with Retinitis Pigmentosa…and what she is doing about it.
Ingrid Ricks tells it like it is, making it all so real you
feel like you are right there. At times, we might go down to the depths with
her but, as always, she brings us back up to the positive, optimistic place
that characterizes her writing.
As a mother with two sons who had sudden vision losses, I
remember looking for books – any books - on the subject of vision loss, and
coming up short. At that time, there was basically nothing I could find. I wasn’t
looking for a book that explained the technical details or for a book specific
to my sons’ condition. I just wanted something, anything on the subject. Finally,
someone wrote one of those books I had been looking for.
But even if you don’t know anyone with vision loss, or maybe
even more so in that case, this book can help you to see life through someone
else’s eyes.

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