A lovely and warm morning GOOD MORNING!!! to you all! An awesome weekend spent in Drain with family. Meeting the next generation of hopefuls…baby cousins.
Monday Musings Ed-vise today
I’ve been thinking about violence and such these past few days. Especially in light of “Juneteenth.”
NO, NO, NO! Not me committing it! Silly head!
Just the violence of the past and present.
Here’s the thing. Back in 1921 you find the Tulsa Race Massacre happening. Today, they interview the lone survivors. Those who made it through. Those you could perceive as the victims of white hatred toward black people.
The interviews are well done and heart rending. They inspire anger and tears. Tears of joy and tears of sadness. But, here’s the thing: they are one sided. We ONLY hear from the victims. We NEVER hear from the perspective of the perpetrators. Those who carried out the attack. We receive a narrative based on news reports and diary entries.
The massacre was started by the hearing of Sara Page’s scream and Dick Rowland running out of the elevator they were in. A store clerk observed it. That clerk called the police. Who was that clerk? Did he have children? Did he know that his phone call started the “Butterfly Effect?” How about the police.
Tales are handed down generation to generation. Grandpa to grandchildren. Some are lies; some are truths. Lots are lies based in truth.
The story of ‘Merica needs told. It is our story and defines us as a nation. The good and the bad. All of it needs brought out and all of it needs remembered. Even the violence…from both sides.
I’m just saying
That’s it for today. Take care of yourselves. Check in on each other and remember a forest is NEVER safe…the trees are shady. Think about that you hiker types!