08-16-17 – The Second Coming

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“America will not be destroyed from the outside. If we falter and lose our freedom, it will be because we destroyed ourselves.” – Abraham Lincoln

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In times like these, I often wonder about my friends who weren’t bothered by the election of Donald Trump, especially my black friends who said they would welcome anarchy and disfunction like what we have been seeing in cities around the country including Charlottesville.  Their justification? That we will finally see where peoples true colors lie.  I don’t agree with this sentiment. Because I like life. But more than that, because in reality we don’t know if the path we are treading down is one that will give minority communities a favorable outcome.  But we did know the other path and could see how communities of color and poor communities were helped. Hate has never served a justifiable purpose other than to draw out more hate.

So what happened in Charlottesville and what’s been happening around the country has emboldened racist hate groups to continue to act upon their hate with more frequency. I keep asking myself, is this the start of the second civil war? Here to sort all of this out, Becky Monroe, Director of the Stop Hate Project for the Lawyers Committee will signal what organizations like hers are doing to counteract these groups.

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The Second Coming

Turning and turning in the widening gyre

The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,
A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? – W.B. Yates 1919