Monday, January 18, 2016

On The Road Again

Darkness cannot drive out darkness: only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: only love can do that. The beauty of nonviolence is that in its own way and in its own time it seeks to break the chain reaction of evil. "Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

And on this day finds itself as Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. And Occupy Wall Street and Black Lives Matter are still moving fast. And so to leave town when things are falling down all around you or not to leave town when things are falling down all around you. That is the question. And the only thing constant is change and some stories do not end as you expect. And so I found myself at Art House gallery and cafe in Edmeston, New York, and its surrounding houses and towns, some places that could almost be in the middle of nowhere and if you blink you'll miss it, in upstate New York this past week in my travels throughout here on planet earth. Upstate New York, a place where land is measured in acres versus square feet and backyards are the sides of a mountain, in farms and self sufficiency, someplace similar to that road trip to Vermont, the city versus the country sort of thing. And Art House of Edmeston is looking for artists to display their work there if you happen to be in the neighborhood. Oh, and dear deers, please learn how to cross the street. There is no stoplight for you to cross the street. #roadkill. And as a way to pass time, it also happened to be Martin Luther King Jr's birthday that week to where I also found myself at an NAACP Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. 2016 Birthday Celebration held at the Unitarian Universalist Society of Oneonta church in Oneonta, New York. And their program for that birthday celebration read something like as follows:

Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

2016 Birthday Celebration

Remember! Celebrate! Act!

Sponsored by the
- Oneonta Area Branch of the NAACP
- City of Oneonta Commission on Community Relations & Human Rights

Sunday January 17, 2016 - 2:00 PM to 4PM
Unitarian Universalist Society
12 Ford Avenue, Oneonta

"Jazz Ensemble"
Gennaro Falco, piano - Danny Birnbaum, bass - George Ehrman, trumpet
Sadiq Abdushahid, drums - Steve Fabrizio, voice

Reverend Craig Schwalenberg, Unitarian Universalist Society
"Welcome and Invocation"

Everyone - Tim Horne, piano
"Lift Every Voice and Sing"

 Lee Fisher, President Oneonta Branch NAACP
 Joyce Miller, Chair Community Relations & Human Rights

Gary Herzig, Oneonta City Mayor
"Oneonta City Proclamation"

Yolanda Share, soprano - Craig Morrow, baritone
"In Paradisum" (Be Thou In Paradise) by Gabriel Faure
Ecce Fidelis Servis" (Behold All Faithful Servants) by Gabriel Faure
"Wade In The Water" Trad.

Rabbi Molly Karp, Temple Beth El, Oneonta
"Selection" from Abraham Joshua Heschel

Aaron J. Marcus, NYS Assistant Attorney General
"Message From NYS Attorney General Schneiderman"

Michelle Osterhoudt, NAACP Scholarship Committee
"The 2016 NAACP Unity Scholarship"

Rory Decker, Oneonta High School
"Love Your Enemies" by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Kaliph Bond and Jacob Katoke, Oneonta High School
"What Is Your Life's Bluerint" by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Maeve Rule, OHS Raiinbow Connection
"Achieving Gender Rights At OHS"

Cappagnia - Lynne Chase, OHS & Gerry Palco, piano
"Imagine" by John Lennon.

Delanor Davis, NAACP Membership Committee
"NAACP Membership!"

Steve Fabrizio & Jazz Ensemble
"Georgia On My Mind" by Carmichael & Gorrell
"Unchain My Heart" by Bobby Sharp

Adina Feliu, Business and Community Liason
"Oneonta Job Corps Academy"

Harry Bradshaw Matthews
Associate Dean & Director of Intercultural Affairs, Hartwick College.

"Speaking Truth To Power:
Dr King In The Context Of The Freedom Journey"

Introduction :  Tom Heitz, NAACP Publicity & religious Affairs

Yolanda Sharpe, soprano - Craig Morrow, iano - Robin Seletsky, clarinet
"Precious Lord Take My Hand" by Thomas A. Dorsey
Robin Seletsky, clarinet
"Nigun" Trad. Hebrew

The Oneonta MLK Choir
"This Little Light Of Mine" Trad. gospel

Joanne Fisher, NAACP Assistant Secretary
"Days Of Service"

Reginald Brunson, recital
"I Have A Dream" by Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

Barbara Roberts, Cantorial Soloist
"All The World" Hymn
"Oseh Shalom" (Making Peace) by Debbie Friedman

Pastor Jan Lacey - Markle, Davenport United Methodist Church

Everyone - Led by Barbara Roberts
"We Shall Overcome"

"Sharing The Birthday Cake"
Please Join Us For Refreshments

"I Have A Dream" Speech:

I am happy to join with you today in what will go down in history as the greatest demonstration for freedom in the history of our nation.
Five score years ago, a great American, in whose symbolic shadow we stand today, signed the Emancipation Proclamation. This momentous decree came as a great beacon light of hope to millions of Negro slaves who had been seared in the flames of withering injustice. It came as a joyous daybreak to end the long night of their captivity.
But one hundred years later, the Negro still is not free. One hundred years later, the life of the Negro is still sadly crippled by the manacles of segregation and the chains of discrimination. One hundred years later, the Negro lives on a lonely island of poverty in the midst of a vast ocean of material prosperity. One hundred years later, the Negro is still languishing in the corners of American society and finds himself an exile in his own land. So we have come here today to dramatize a shameful condition.
In a sense we have come to our nation's capital to cash a check. When the architects of our republic wrote the magnificent words of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, they were signing a promissory note to which every American was to fall heir. This note was a promise that all men, yes, black men as well as white men, would be guaranteed the unalienable rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.
It is obvious today that America has defaulted on this promissory note insofar as her citizens of color are concerned. Instead of honoring this sacred obligation, America has given the Negro people a bad check, a check which has come back marked "insufficient funds." But we refuse to believe that the bank of justice is bankrupt. We refuse to believe that there are insufficient funds in the great vaults of opportunity of this nation. So we have come to cash this check -- a check that will give us upon demand the riches of freedom and the security of justice. We have also come to this hallowed spot to remind America of the fierce urgency of now. This is no time to engage in the luxury of cooling off or to take the tranquilizing drug of gradualism. Now is the time to make real the promises of democracy. Now is the time to rise from the dark and desolate valley of segregation to the sunlit path of racial justice. Now is the time to lift our nation from the quick sands of racial injustice to the solid rock of brotherhood. Now is the time to make justice a reality for all of God's children.
It would be fatal for the nation to overlook the urgency of the moment. This sweltering summer of the Negro's legitimate discontent will not pass until there is an invigorating autumn of freedom and equality. Nineteen sixty-three is not an end, but a beginning. Those who hope that the Negro needed to blow off steam and will now be content will have a rude awakening if the nation returns to business as usual. There will be neither rest nor tranquility in America until the Negro is granted his citizenship rights. The whirlwinds of revolt will continue to shake the foundations of our nation until the bright day of justice emerges.
But there is something that I must say to my people who stand on the warm threshold which leads into the palace of justice. In the process of gaining our rightful place we must not be guilty of wrongful deeds. Let us not seek to satisfy our thirst for freedom by drinking from the cup of bitterness and hatred.
We must forever conduct our struggle on the high plane of dignity and discipline. We must not allow our creative protest to degenerate into physical violence. Again and again we must rise to the majestic heights of meeting physical force with soul force. The marvelous new militancy which has engulfed the Negro community must not lead us to a distrust of all white people, for many of our white brothers, as evidenced by their presence here today, have come to realize that their destiny is tied up with our destiny. They have come to realize that their freedom is inextricably bound to our freedom. We cannot walk alone.
As we walk, we must make the pledge that we shall always march ahead. We cannot turn back. There are those who are asking the devotees of civil rights, "When will you be satisfied?" We can never be satisfied as long as the Negro is the victim of the unspeakable horrors of police brutality. We can never be satisfied, as long as our bodies, heavy with the fatigue of travel, cannot gain lodging in the motels of the highways and the hotels of the cities. We cannot be satisfied as long as the Negro's basic mobility is from a smaller ghetto to a larger one. We can never be satisfied as long as our children are stripped of their selfhood and robbed of their dignity by signs stating "For Whites Only". We cannot be satisfied as long as a Negro in Mississippi cannot vote and a Negro in New York believes he has nothing for which to vote. No, no, we are not satisfied, and we will not be satisfied until justice rolls down like waters and righteousness like a mighty stream.
I am not unmindful that some of you have come here out of great trials and tribulations. Some of you have come fresh from narrow jail cells. Some of you have come from areas where your quest for freedom left you battered by the storms of persecution and staggered by the winds of police brutality. You have been the veterans of creative suffering. Continue to work with the faith that unearned suffering is redemptive.
Go back to Mississippi, go back to Alabama, go back to South Carolina, go back to Georgia, go back to Louisiana, go back to the slums and ghettos of our northern cities, knowing that somehow this situation can and will be changed. Let us not wallow in the valley of despair.
I say to you today, my friends, so even though we face the difficulties of today and tomorrow, I still have a dream. It is a dream deeply rooted in the American dream.
I have a dream that one day this nation will rise up and live out the true meaning of its creed: "We hold these truths to be self-evident: that all men are created equal."
I have a dream that one day on the red hills of Georgia the sons of former slaves and the sons of former slave owners will be able to sit down together at the table of brotherhood.
I have a dream that one day even the state of Mississippi, a state sweltering with the heat of injustice, sweltering with the heat of oppression, will be transformed into an oasis of freedom and justice.
I have a dream that my four little children will one day live in a nation where they will not be judged by the color of their skin but by the content of their character.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day, down in Alabama, with its vicious racists, with its governor having his lips dripping with the words of interposition and nullification; one day right there in Alabama, little black boys and black girls will be able to join hands with little white boys and white girls as sisters and brothers.
I have a dream today.
I have a dream that one day every valley shall be exalted, every hill and mountain shall be made low, the rough places will be made plain, and the crooked places will be made straight, and the glory of the Lord shall be revealed, and all flesh shall see it together.
This is our hope. This is the faith that I go back to the South with. With this faith we will be able to hew out of the mountain of despair a stone of hope. With this faith we will be able to transform the jangling discords of our nation into a beautiful symphony of brotherhood. With this faith we will be able to work together, to pray together, to struggle together, to go to jail together, to stand up for freedom together, knowing that we will be free one day.
This will be the day when all of God's children will be able to sing with a new meaning, "My country, 'tis of thee, sweet land of liberty, of thee I sing. Land where my fathers died, land of the pilgrim's pride, from every mountainside, let freedom ring."
And if America is to be a great nation this must become true. So let freedom ring from the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire. Let freedom ring from the mighty mountains of New York. Let freedom ring from the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania!
Let freedom ring from the snowcapped Rockies of Colorado!
Let freedom ring from the curvaceous slopes of California!
But not only that; let freedom ring from Stone Mountain of Georgia!
Let freedom ring from Lookout Mountain of Tennessee!
Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi. From every mountainside, let freedom ring.
And when this happens, when we allow freedom to ring, when we let it ring from every village and every hamlet, from every state and every city, we will be able to speed up that day when all of God's children, black men and white men, Jews and Gentiles, Protestants and Catholics, will be able to join hands and sing in the words of the old Negro spiritual, "Free at last! free at last! thank God Almighty, we are free at last!"
And every picture tells a story, I think, as in those photos that find themselves posted above. Have a great Martin Luther King Day and more.
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Saturday, January 9, 2016

I Am No Queen


I am no Queen
I sit a widow and shall see sorrow
I kannot walk any further
my journey may end here
there are no words to take away the pain
to replace a person who is gone
my eyes are dim and heavy with grief
I kannot close them
I do not wish to see the darkness they hold
this thing which I have greatly feared
has come upon me with trembling
kausing all my bones to shake
I am scared with dreams and terrified
with visions of what will my funeral be like
when I die today at this very moment
will there be a funeral
who will come and who will pay
will they eulogize me and what will they say
leave me to sit and decay
make me your centerpiece in a chair dressed up dead
preserve me with spices, mummify me
let the birds of the air pluck me
the beast of the field tear me
till I be consumed by maggots and
dust and fly away when I die
there hath been no greater love than
that which hath been
it is the sound of Rachael mourning for
the children that never were
no one to comfort her
no where to wail lament save the ocean
why died they not from the womb
why died they not the breast prevent them from suck
why died they not the knees prevent them
why died they not give up the ghost that
no light shine upon this day
cursed be the man that saith the child is born this day
it is the wake of a funeral procession about to begin
it was a sunny day that day across the street from the graveyard
and we all laid down in our coffins to die

Have a great life, death and poetry day.
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