Brodner's Cartoon du Jour: Marcelo Lucero
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With all my heart.
In the springtime,
near an hedge
full of intentions,
I see the blackbird
of a youthful
day: over a bridge,
near a delicate
sadness, with
all my heart......
Francesco Sinibaldi
Perpetual hymn of an open book.
Like an iced
dream my mind
disappears in
the heart of
an innocent
nurse, when a
clamour appears
and a delicate
blackbird discovers
a glimmer.
Francesco Sinibaldi to Usa.
Respond with outrage and speak out against racism? Wake up buddy. Hate has been around for centuries and is here to stay because, typically, it starts out with the 'haves' against the 'haves nots'. I've seen it everywhere. The Dominican Republicans treat the Haitians like dirt. The Mexicans despise Mexican Indians. And the list goes on and on.
And hate works both ways. Around here, some of the well-to-do are suspicious of the common painter, construction worker, etc. (black or white) and see them as basically being dishonest. Some of the less fortunate are bitter about their situation and talk about the rich as being greedy. You want to speak out against hate? Then be thorough and speak out when black comedians joke about the white man and when redneck comedians joke about the well-to-do. And statements like the one a certain president-elect made regarding a group of people clinging to guns or religion do nothing but perpetuate the 'Us Against Them' feelings.
But really, until mankind can "...Love thy neighbor as thyself", (Galatians 5:14), hate is here to stay.
It is indeed a sad day when teenagers intoxicated with hate drive around like the heyday of the KKK on the prowl “hunting people” and thereby leaving us with faint memories of those voices of despair from 1940’s like Woody Guthrie’s Was that the Vigilante Man or Billy Holiday in a melody of weeping scales reminding us of the horror and terror of the Strangest Fruit. I guess that while the election of Barack Obama is a definitive sign of our growth as a nation in regards to racial conscience which conjures another voice from our past to the foreground of the present; that voice that came in from the wilderness and gave us a gift and a wakeup call to a higher truth concerning a disease that infected mainstream American with a deep seated racial hate, a voice that would not yield nor hide in fear but held the strength and courage to look the devil in the eye while he offered hope and a vision of a day when individual’s would be judged not by the color of their skin but by the content of their character. With Barack Obama the best man did win and in doing so took us a long ways towards fulfilling Martin Luther King’s dream and yet here we are confronted with the senseless and brutal murder of Marcelo Lucero whose apparent character in regards to his sense of duty to his family back in Ecuador is nothing less than admirable and whose death is upon all of us for failing to instill upon our youth the fundamental meaning and truth of Marin Luther King’s dream. I find I can only bow my head in shame and grief even though I did not know Marcelo but the story of his death does wound and I only hope that the people of New York and beyond come to the aid of Marcelo’s family in this time of anguish and loss; a sense of human gesture that shows our solidarity extends to all people, to all citizens of this nation regardless of their race or creed. So that we remember and not forget that we all count and are important.
Words are real things that live somewhere in the world. Lou Dobbs and friends are great campaigners for the second cousin to this. Our words matter too when we speak out against it. Realistically we can change things. And we do it by not keeping silent. Silence = Death, as they say.
Sorry to see anyone die needlessly, but if he wasn't here ( illegally ) he would not have been killed. Perhaps a good way to stop senseless killing would be to stop illegal immigration
