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Politics : President Barack Obama -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: tejek who wrote (79730)	7/26/2010 1:28:15 PM
From: Mac Con Ulaidh	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 149317

this was in response to a post elsewhere... but it relates, to me, to the likes of bman and rush and their match tossing: Sarah writes - "also--the Vann Woodward piece i quoted from is worth reading in full, but part of his broader point is that America had all these illusions about its own innocence and providential blessings (I think that's why it's key to understand he was saying this pre-Vietnam), which the South couldn't even share in the illusion. he, I think, was well aware they were just that: illusions. " that is so very true. yesterday morning I did another airport run. when I let my parents off and was getting their luggage out of the trunk, I noticed a black woman... she was in bright capri pants and a bright printed shirt... with her Sunday morning hat on. it was a fine hat, too. I couldn't but smile and nod my head to her... and it got me thinking on Cynic's post describing his neighborhood and women in their hats, on their way to church on Sunday morning. so on my drive home along the city streets of B'ham, I noticed something I never had before... I'd always noted how well kept yards were, even if the houses and apt buildings showed their age... (I'm big into keeping up the yard, even if the house is worse for wear)... but I'd never took note of the churches before. lots and lots of churches, all very well kept. it wasn't yet 8am, so no one was about, but I imagined them filling up as the morning wore on... and I wondered of how their being there, so many of them, one on every block, and giving the place of gathering, and a place tended with such care from love, was a part of why even as houses aged and people couldn't do all they might to keep them fixed up, and apt buildings were let to go to seed by owners... yards were kempt... not a spot of grafitti to be seen. and again today I think of bombingham and how Alabama has a duty to speak out, white Alabama does, against this race stuff being tossed about. I think of Jesus on the cross when he said, "forgive them, Father, they know not what they have done." the day that bomb went off in Birmingham... in a church of a Sunday morning, and four little girls, in their Sunday best, died... something broke. It was there as ugly as it can be. there was nothing a white Alabamian could say but, "My Lord, what have we done?" how could it come to that? in church. sanctuary. something we share whether we admit it or not. like watermelen. We can not forget that. not to keep some guilt thing going. not to keep it as a festering wound. but to speak to the nation of the consequences. when you play this shit, you can't contain it. you can't keep it at "keeping the big scary black man at bay", or keeping the races from 'mixing'. one Sunday morning... on the day of the Lord... four little girls will die. and, no. we been there. that is a scar on all whites of Alabama. we did that. no, our children did not do that, and if they learn and grow and change, they can be part of a better world. not some world of innocence, but a world of people who accept their past and their scars and move beyond them together, into a world for all people. innocence lost. never been much of one for that. it's like Paradise lost. Paradise was not such a grand place for Eve, she had no equality thanks to Adam's temper tantrum and god getting rid of Lilith and then creating Eve from a rib of Adam's and giving Adam to rule over her. fak that. ooops, I digress.