It seems so strange to me, so very much out of wack as my Gramma used to say, that destruction of others property, disruption of people giving their hard earned money for goods on one of the biggest shopping days of the year, is going to get you the ear of the general population. What the heck is that?? So many stories on the internet about what the so-called Ferguson Protestors are doing. Chaining doors shut, setting fires to businesses, taunting and screasming at law enforcement personel—seems to me this is going to make John Q, Public turn away from you, not listen to what you have to say.
You want to be actually listened to? How about the old adage of speaking slow and low? It makes the human ear strain a bit, in that straining is the unconscious idea that this must be really good then. No one responds possitivly to someone screaming in their face. The response is the primordal fight or flight. In that there is not listening to rhetoric. Only the need to stop it.
Poverty is grinding on the soul of one who is under it. That is a fact. Anyone who has faced it knows what it is. You don’t have to be black to experience it. For anyone to insinuate that black people are the only ones who are poor is ludicris. And, no, not all white people are born into privalge. That is a blantant lie to color the lawlessness with a built in excuse. It is also a means of manipulating a whole segment of our land.
My Gramma Hallie lived on $100 a month for something like 30 years. She was a white woman, who lived through the depression, lost her husband in the middle of it—and his income from the WPA—had two teenagers to raise and no money at the time of his death. No food stamps, no welfare payments (she would not have taken them anyway, that was for the really poor she said), only loving neighbors who would leave bushels of fruit or veggies on her back porch. She did not march down the street of her town demanding her “share” of prosperity, she did not burn down the local grocery store because she didn’t get to buy what she wanted for lack of money.
She depended on the good God to provide for her and her children. And he did. All her life he did. And all her children’s lives he did. He is providing for her grandchildren and her great grandchildren and her great-great grandchildren. And none of them march and scream and demand. They work, they learn, they are thankful for the good Lord’s blessings.
No one is entitiled (hmmm, there is that word again) to a free ride. Work is good for the soul, the mind and the body. It is how we as human beings are made. It may be a four letter word, but it is not a swear word. It is how the whole world keeps on running. Each place, each country has to have people working at their jobs to keep the economy going strong.
This is my statement to the Ferguson Protestors: Roll up you sleeves and get to work. Build something, don’t tear down anothers work. Build something of your own. Kick the thugs and drug dealers and carrier criminals out of your town. Help each other. Teach your children the possitive idea of hard work making for a solid foundation for a good life. Discipling them when they step out of line, how else will they know where the line is? Send them off into the world ready for the truths it will show them. Keep them strong in their beliefs and you will be blessed also.
Time to take back your life from those who are trying to convince you you don’t have one. Kick them out of your town and your thinking for good.
Blessings on you and may you be a true Phoneix, rise from the ashes a new creation.