Cultural Stew

You wouldn’t know it to look at my face,

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but I’m part Native American. No. Really.

You would probably guess I’m German or English. And you’d be right on either count. I’m probably a lot of other things as well. I really need to do that spit test.

My grandfather’s mother was full-blooded Native American. Chickasaw? We think. No one knows for sure. She’s not listed on any census and I can’t find her in the Native American registry. But she existed. So that makes me 1/8 Native American. Something that I’m proud of. I don’t know why, but I am. It’s never been something to be ashamed of. Maybe because I look white and no one ever treated me in a negative way (racially). I had other factors though that called attention to being different. Overweight. Artistic. Sensitive. Not much money. And I was made fun of for those things. Minor compared to racism.

I wonder, in the late 19th century when great-grandma met great-grandpa and married, and had several children, did they encounter racism? Disapproval, bias, difficulty? I hope not. But probably. In Oklahoma at the time, maybe it was more common to see mixed couples? I don’t know. That story is lost to our family. Unfortunately.

My family came to this country for opportunity. They were allowed in. The other part of my family was already here! There have been mistakes on all sides, but the American government killed the Native Americans, ground them into dust and pushed them into tiny groups. In fact, our country has a pretty bloody history. Not one to be proud of, IMO. Not all of it anyway.

My family left Germany before the war. Danke Gott! But some extended family may have stayed, don’t know, probably. Know where they came from before Germany? France.

All that being said, I can’t imagine excluding someone because they need a place to go. Or especially when they were born in America or were brought here at a very young age. Jesus didn’t hold people at arm’s length. Jesus loved sinners, Samaritans (considered dirty foreigners by Judeans) and people of all kinds. I understand there are limited resources and other considerations, but IMO the politicians setting policy that don’t consider immigrants as people are not Christians.

God included everyone in salvation. Not just Israel. Where would we be if He built a wall around the Promised Land?

Some of the nicest, hardest-working, finest, most moral people I have ever met have been immigrants. So why is this an issue now?

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Enough!

I wish the MEDIA would stop saying things like “Trump just ruined another Obama legacy.”

NO! He didn’t. He’s ruining our legacy! The American people’s legacy! If he’s ruining anything, it is our collective history, achievement and future. If Obama did anything, he did it for the American people.

It’s not a matter of politics, partisanship or petty presidential problems. This is OUR country. And we are the only ones to save it.

Thank you, Obama, for whatever you did. For protecting things that needed protecting. But it is up to us, our House, our Senate, our nation to do the things we need to do to make the planet a better place. Climate, energy, conservation, kindness, patience, reason, rationale. And that’s not happening.

I believe the Senate will slowly be replaced with Democrats over the next 4-year period because of the damage Trump is doing to the Republican party. But it won’t be soon enough to stop these insane rollbacks, setbacks and f-ups.

This isn’t a Trump/Obama thing. This is a real people in the USA thing. Anything that’s happening is our collective responsibility.

We still hold the German people of the 1940s somewhat responsible for what happened in their country because, “What did they do to stop it?”

What have we done to stop this guy??

We are distracted by the cock while the fox is in the hen house!

The media IMO, overall, is doing a poor job at reporting the facts on both sides. Less opinion, please. It doesn’t help.

Sad-urday

Yesterday was a sad day for me. Really tough. But fascinating.

I was a mock juror yesterday for a local mock trial firm in the Tampa area. I can’t say who I was working for or what case we were hearing. But I can say it was for a car accident working towards a civil settlement.

I should explain. Real case. Real accident. Not a real judgment or decision we were offering. It was a test before trial. The two parties involved were trying to reach a settlement and determine how a jury might find.

Needless to say, the occupants of the car had their lives changed forever oh-so many nights ago. It was hard to hear and hard to evaluate/judge. Who’s right, who’s wrong, who’s responsible and for how much.

It was a grueling almost-12-hour day for me, but a drop in the bucket compared to the families affected by the incident. Negligence was at play, on the part of the driver, along with recklessness. Many other jurors agreed.

I think we all assume too little when we undertake the responsibility of driving. We often take for granted the luxury of driving and allow ourselves to be distracted. Easily. How often do you rummage through your purse while driving one-handed? How often do your children ask about the mysteries of the universe or where their favorite toys are or if they can have some treat from the backseat while you’re navigating from Google Maps while negotiating a multi-ton vehicle on a 70 mph highway? How often are you looking for the perfect driving music on your phone or radio or CD player? Instead of 10 and 2 and using your peripheral vision to spot surprised deer, raccoons, rabbits and other cars and people!

I am a freak about my driving. I rarely let others drive me. I’m a defensive driver. Overly cautious. Sometimes too much to the frustration of my husband. I have driven professionally and pay close attention to the road. I often drive with two hands, white-knuckled! But even I make mistakes. Big mistakes.

The driver from yesterday made a big mistake. The biggest mistake a person can make. And he blamed everyone else.

That was tough.

Ever made a big mistake and instantly wanted to take it back? Ever made a big mistake and blamed the world around you, immediately, because you couldn’t accept the weight of your own idiocy? Ever made a big mistake and no one noticed, but the guilt inside ate away at you silently? For years? Ever made a big mistake and lied about it and no one ever knew?

We all fall short. We all sin. Small and big. And we all get grace. That’s tough. The rain falls on the just and unjust alike. None of us deserve grace. But we’re all made in the image of God. That’s tough. Because to find God’s face in someone so evil or ugly or un-remorseful is almost impossible. Almost.

So I’m going to pray today. For that young man. For this country. For myself. For those who died. For those that will live with their mistakes and consequences. Pray for God’s will and perfect plan.

That’s tough.

Duh-merica

SO! MAD! GAH!

Okay. So I was driving to my interview today (it went well) and I saw a Trumper sticker on the back of a luxury convertible Volvo. It read:

Trump 2016: Make America Strong Again

WTF??!

The driver was a bald, old, white guy. Let me just break this down for y’all.

What would make America strong again?

Well. For starters. Stop buying foreign-made cars, Dill-wad.

I own a Toyota Camry which is built right here in Kentucky, employing United States citizens. Do you know where Volvo is made? NOT IN THE USA! It’s built in 4 different places (none of which are in the US), and according to the article I cited, Volvo is owned by Ford. At the time of the article, that was true. Now, guess who owns Volvo? Chinese multinational globo-corp. GAH!

His Trumper sticker should have read:

Make China even stronger by buying this POS foreign-made luxury car.

How did this genius get enough money to own a convertible Volvo?

It made me so mad. So flipping mad. I wanted to kick that Trump sticker right in the wig.

Does this Floridian truly not understand what would make America strong again?

Jobs. Money. Economy. Hard work. Fairness. Transparency. Better representatives! Honesty. Integrity.

Does this jackhole know:
Where his car is made?
What side his bread is buttered on?
His ear from a hole in the ground?

So frustrated at the people who put this prrrr–esident in office. And they thought he would have the power to change things? He’s a puppet.

How can anyone believe that we are making America great again by electing a man with interests all around the world, including China? Trump will always put money and power above the US. Always. And he will lie right to your trusting, little face. And it’s not just him. These congressmen have stonewalled the American people for almost a decade for kickbacks and power. Now they want to make America strong by taking away our healthcare? Make America sick again.

I am sick. Sick of these Trumpsters.

I can’t believe that this Trump supporter puts materialism and ownership above the US! Even though his sticker says otherwise. Put your money where your mouth is. Don’t buy a flashy car. Don’t buy foreign. Support US jobs and OUR economy. Make America strong again, Jerk, by putting Americans back to work.

America isn’t great because we buy things. Or own things. Or own people, places or transportation. It started that way, but America is great today because we love and support one another. We are UNITED. Indivisible. Liberty and justice for all. Not just those who can afford it. That’s what makes America great. Or did. We were founded on Christian principals, but where are those tenets now? I see the faded stars and stripes of democracy.

I see the tattered remains of our American ideal whipping in the wind after an embattled election and further division. I am not heartened by our flag on the dawn. I am often disgusted by the misguided sentiment of those who don’t truly understand that America is currently owned by outside interests. America was sold to the highest bidder and we let it happen. The confusion I see on a daily basis regarding the willful ignorance of the Republican party is disturbing.

It’s less about fearing China, Russia or any foreign government. It’s about believing a congressman, president or politician when they say they are working for me. It’s a lie!

I will teach my daughter what happened and why. She’s my hope. I will talk about this problem as often as I can. As often as I understand what’s happening. I will say something if I see something.

I’m not afraid of terrorists. I’m afraid of my own government.

Gotta go kick something. Something orange.


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