Tuesday, November 25, 2014

It Was Never About Ferguson


I recorded these two video messages in 2012. I think they are so relevant
on this day after the riots in Ferguson, Missouri and elsewhere, that I have
decided to post them both again.

Some of you know that I recorded both of the video messages in Hood River,
Oregon. I have a habit of circling back around to this city several times a

I'm in Hood River, now.

This past Sunday night, I walked out of Corvallis, Oregon. I had been there
long enough and I could see that I wasn't going to get anywhere. So I left.

I walked over the bridge and down to the junction point. It was dark by then.
Now, I know that you might say, "Well, no wonder nobody picked you
up there, they probably couldn't see you!"

But I know that plenty of people did.

Because they flipped me off, yelled obscenities out the window and blew
black smoke at me. You know, the usual "hassle the hitchhiker" shenanigans.
So I know that a number of drivers did see me.

And after the heavens opened, they didn't care that I slowly got soaked to the
skin in 39F weather. Nobody there cared.

Yesterday morning, a man who works with a business cleaning service, stopped
his truck and climbed out. He was determined to get me some help.

So he drove me all the way to Lebanon (over 20 miles away) and brought me to a
church. The people at the church let me dry off and warm up. They got me some
food and let me change into the only dry clothes that I had left. Then they found
me a light, waterproof coat and bought me a bus ticket to Hood River.

My bus rolled into this city at ten minutes past midnight last night. I believe that
I will be alright now...at least for the time being.

The reason why I am posting this road update along with a post about the situation
in Ferguson (and elsewhere now, thanks to ranks filled with escalating stupidity) is
because I have a point to make here, ya'll.

I'm getting damn sick and tired of watching people who already have a home,
enough food in their belly, clean warm clothes on their back, adequate medical care,
a working vehicle, neighborhood support and time on their hands, just...burning down businesses, throwing rocks at journalists, destroying vehicles and
trashing everything that is worthwhile in their community.

I mean I am sick of that! I don't care what end of the political, sociological, theological or economic
scale they are. They have no right destroying those things that I would give my eye
teeth for. They have no right!

Michael Brown is dead! He's not coming back. And even if Darren Wilson murdered Michael
in cold blood...last night's activities in Ferguson won't do anything except give fuel to Darren
Wilson's argument.

A trashed McDonald's isn't a fitting memorial to Michael Brown, is it?

A beautiful community garden next summer...is. Money aimed at a sports endeavor at the
local school...is. A scholarship fund in Michael Brown's name that is filled with
dollars from the communities' hands...is.

I mean, come on now...be honest...looking at last night's behavior...who is drawing the bad
line of discrimination in the sand, now?

Who indeed?

"Yo, Mike my brother, it's some bad shit that you got hit with...think I'm gonna go loot and
burn down that store over there...in your memory."


Well, that's some show of respect.

Why don't you go pee on Michael Brown, Junior's grave, too?

I see no strength in Ferguson, Missouri anymore...just a smoky image of inexcusable and
ignorant failure.

And I thank God that I am not there.


Friday, November 21, 2014

It's All About Ferguson


Protests Turn Violent

Why Keep The Faith In Ferguson?

Well now what?

I don't know the late Michael Brown's family. But I respect what they said to the media
and what they did.

It's as if they heard the message: "In the end...only kindness will matter."

Part of me aches for those folks. The holiday season is approaching and they have lost
one of their own. A member of their own family. A child. And now they are left with a
treasure box of Thanksgiving memories.

How will that family celebrate this year? How will they celebrate at all?

How will they reach out beyond that "Seasons' Greetings" sign?

To me, this isn't about protesters closing ranks in the streets. This is more about a young
man who is gone and another man who is being torn down in disgrace.

I wonder if Michael's Dad sometimes feels like running out into the street, crying, "Where's
my boy?" "I want my son back!" "God, give him back!" "Michael, where are you?"

And I wonder if a man, who once planned to be a paragon of virtue, puts his head in his
hands and runs what happened on that fateful day...through his mind...over. and. over. and.
over. and. over.

 Even Judas couldn't face himself in the end.

Former Officer (because that is what I've heard you'll soon be...back to citizen Darren
Wilson) do you feel any remorse?

Did you tell the truth or did you lose your cool and murder that young man? Did you
kill Michael and then turn yourself into an ugly, arrogant machine so that you could
distance yourself from what really happened?

Did Michael
Brown put you in a spot where you had to literally fight for your life?

Darren Wilson, do you regret that you went to work that day?

Do you feel sad?

Have you gone to visit Michael Brown's grave?

What's the truth here?

I don't want to hear about protests or free turkeys or see signs or hear racial slurs or
listen to sound bites or discuss terrorism and politics, anymore.


Perhaps that is the very reason why the Grand Jury hasn't made their decision yet.
Maybe they feel exactly the same way.




Thursday, November 20, 2014

The Biggest Threat In Ferguson

Michael Brown, Sr. Asks For An End To Violence

"I am having Thanksgiving dinner with guests next week, even if that means to the tune of helicopters and bullhorns."

"We rebuilt and became stronger than before. We are in the midst of yet another storm and 
through this, we will also prevail."--Ferguson Resident Stefannie Wheat.
So many people are angry in Ferguson, Missouri, right now. They are growling,
they are yelling, they are cursing and they are condemning.

However, an individual who lives there reminded me of what happened on
April 22, 2011. On that day, nobody...not anyone...with a badge, a bullhorn or
a bullet...could have stopped what slammed into that community.

From The National Weather Service

So now we have the dark emotions of anger and hatred swirling up in
that same place again...but this time it has nothing to do with barometric
pressure. No. This time it is the direct result (in my opinion) of stupidity.

The truth is that none of those so-called "violent protesters" are really
controlling anything in November 2014. Anymore than they controlled
the wind in April 2011.

It's really all a delusion.

What that woman on the video said, as she walked through the
aftermath of that tornado in 2011...is what every person in Ferguson,
Missouri should remember tonight.

No bad behavior is going to fix what is broken in that city, now. But
I think it would be wise, at this point, to consider what the citizens
(and friends) of Ferguson should all be thankful for.

Before something far more sinister...rises up and reminds them all that...
there's a price to pay for not appreciating the blessings that they
already have.

Please Pick The Winner

"Hmmm...let me think...why was he arrested?...Oh yeah, I know!"

Interview With A Ferguson Cop's Wife

Who do you think won something worthwhile as a result of this incident in
Ferguson, Missouri last night?

Who do you respect in this equation?