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Can Everyone Just Stop Talking, Please

There are times in my life when I feel so frustrated, so small, so unheard, so forgotten as a citizen that I want to stand on the tallest building I can find and just scream until someone pays attention to what I am saying. How are people, little people like me, heard in this country of Freedom of Speech, the right to arm bears (a much better choice, if you ask me–give those bears in Alaska a chance against Sarah Palin and her helicopters), the conservative right who literally make absolutely no sense. I don’t mean that they’re just illogical, the words that they string together to form sentences do not answer questions, they give no answers–they are a Möbius strip. I’m really not just saying this–look for this article on The New Civil Rights Movement’s web site: Sarah Palin: Atheists Are Suing Private Citizens Over Nativity Scenes ‘On Somebody’s Law.’

Why, I ask myself, do she and other people like her end up being heard? Because they’re stupid? I know I’m not the one with all the answers. I know I can’t solve all the problems. I know things can’t be fixed overnight. I used to want to work in International Relations when I was a kid, because I wanted to make the world a better place. I’m so glad I didn’t follow that path, because I would have ended up a disillusioned puddle of an adult. I don’t know what is wrong with the world. But today for the first time in a long time, because there’s a part of me that’s hardened to the daily horror that is the world, if one is paying attention–today I had to stop because I started to cry. I simply could not take any more. Any more illness. Any more famine. Any more war. Any more oppression. Any more GOPs smearing Nelson Mandela’s name and comparing the American national debt to apartheid. What? Any more of Syria, the Ukraine, Iraq, North Korea, Afghanistan, Turkey, Israel, Palestine, and whoever else I left out.

And the white elephant has turned into an animal of a different color, a giant brown bear.

I do not hate or hold grudges against any country for what happened in their past. If you do that, you end up like Israel and Palestine, or Ireland and Northern Ireland, fighting wars that have been going on for far too long. The point is that what happened has already happened. I am not religious, but nor do I believe the “sins of the fathers are visited upon the sons.” We have been told, over and over, that the point of history is to learn from the past. Well, we’re all doing a pretty damn poor job of it. We haven’t learned a blessed thing. People are more interested in political maneuvering, the next election–I speak for the US, the only country I have experience to speak on. The usual rounds of mudslinging and defamation. And hatred, true hatred, growing against the LGBT community within our love thy neighbor religious institutions, the lovely christian right.

When I was growing up in the 1970’s, I had nightmares about nuclear war, the utter and complete devastation of the world. It seems many of the writers of dystopian young adult fiction didn’t grow up under that shadow–many of them are half my age. Maybe that’s why dystopian, apocalyptic fiction doesn’t appeal to me; for me, growing up, that was a true possibility (not that it isn’t completely out of the question now, but it doesn’t hang over us everyday like fog). My nightmares are changing. And again, they emanate from the same source; the bear is up and busy these days, passing some terrifying laws, one in particular. In my nightmares, it’s as if there’s a curtain and we can’t be sure what really is going on in Russia. We know they run propaganda–oh, wait, news, every two hours with their head of telecommunications telling millions of Russian citizens that people who are gay have “unsuitable hearts for living.” It’s pretty clear what the implication is. Whatever the means, they should die. But he quickly added that he has gay friends. Not anymore, I would imagine. I think “Who needs enemies when you have friends like that,” applies here. I don’t believe the bulk of the Russian people feel this way. Again, it’s the loud, brash, I-can-talk-over-everyone-else people who run the show. Whoever runs the media holds the power. What are they doing? I ask myself. Is this just the beginning? What do they intend to do? I don’t want to look at their past. There’s a history of many, many people ending up dead. And this scares me. Very much.

And the timing, with the Olympics. There’s the rub. What to do about the Olympics. Have countries boycott them, and the athletes who have been training all this time not compete? But tell me–what is worth more; precious metal on a ribbon around your neck, or knowing that you have made a difference, you have made a mark far bigger than a name that goes into Wiki with what place you won. You have made a statement about not just humanity, but the fact what is happening is not moral, it is not ethical, and it should not be condoned. Right now no one is to talk to children about people who are gay–how long before they actually start disappearing so the children don’t see them either? That is my fear, that is my nightmare; the mere possibility that could happen to someone I love.

And out of the darkness there is a small bright light.  A political figurehead who supposedly has no power in the political system. President Joachim Gauck of Germany announced he will not be attending the Olympics in Sochi next year. A politician with a conscience. Are there any others? The goliath that is Coca-Cola folded under one of the seven deadly sins. What I would ask, if I could shout and yell until people listened, is will the politicians around the world make a stand and follow President Gauck’s example, or will they crumple?

And after that I would dearly appreciate it if someone would bring me a glass of water.

Sleep well.

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Nelson Mandela on Love and Hate

I was on a site where I’ve chosen other sites to follow, admiring a picture of two sloths (I relate quite well to sloths, I share some of their well known attributes), and these two were up for International Sloth Day. Who knew? If I keep it up, maybe someday there will be a day for me. I’ll see how many more animal attributes I can assimilate, because I think I’d have to be pretty unique, and I don’t plan on any surgery to add horns or fangs that spit poison–that’s taking it a bit too far. Then there was an adorable Red Panda. I love those. Then, there was a picture of Nelson Mandela:

Nelson Mandela

And I loved it–it was for United Nations Human Rights, #LGBT. So of course I read the comments, which are generally all supportive. But there is one woman’s who are just downright confusing.

1st post: Love comes softly

That could be taken in a variety of ways. It seems neutral, somewhat supportive.

2nd post: Many are filled with bitterness and hatred….so sad….I wish all the hatred would go away and those who delve off into hatred daily should follow

Again, this seems…interesting. Sort of generalized. The thing about statements like this, and my conflict about the Lily Allen song, F**K You, is that when you hate the haters, it makes you a hater, which makes you one of them, even if they might be worse, and you are justified in not liking them, but where to draw the line so you’re not a hater? I really like that song, but the chorus makes it difficult, because of the hater issue. But that’s neither here nor there. I talked to my boyfriend, and he agreed with me, so I’m not the only one with this issue concerning this song. I really like Lily Allen. This is not a bash Lily Allen post. It’s because I like the song and have thought about putting a link to it up, but haven’t because of that.

3rd post: I believe in equality, not an advocate for LGBT … Two men laying or two women or transgender, bisexuals…..adds to societal issues …. Confusion and bad influence ….. I don’t mistreat people but I don’t amen that choice life of living

Wait, wait, wait…WHAT?

Equality is equality, one does not get to choose whom to bestow it on. What gives us the right to make those decisions? As the author of these says in an earlier post, which doesn’t really make sense when read with this one, love comes softly. Exactly.

Love is love. What if I am lesbian? What if someone I love is gay? Should I give them less rights than I have? Treat them as my inferiors? Make sure they’re not getting equal treatment to what I am? What makes me better? Nothing. What makes us the same? Love. Compassion. Oh. And the fact we’re all human.

Confusion and bad influence? We have politicians for that. They’re a shining example for our children. They add to societal issues? How are the LGBT community contributing to poverty, rising crime rates, the breakdown of education and health care (which will hopefully start to get better), illiteracy rates, bullying in schools, teen drinking and pregnancy (I truly don’t think they’re contributing to the latter), lack of funding for public libraries, rising costs of higher education, therefore making it less accessible, inadequate services for people with disabilities, the lack of employment opportunities, the stagnant economy, unaffordable housing, the rise in diseases we thought had been eradicated, such as measles, polio, whooping cough, meningitis, the incredibly high cost of day care, which parents have no choice but to pay because they both have to work because they need the money? How? Because, wow, if they’ve done all that, they could take over the whole world, and next thing you know we’ll all be flying rainbow flags and will be feeling uncontrollable sexual urges toward the same sex. Good grief. And frogs will give you warts. Masturbation will either give you hairy palms or make you blind. Or give you hairy eyeballs. Plucking the petals off daisies will definitely determine your true love and the course of your life. Fairies will mess with you if you don’t turn your shoes the right way under the bed. I know someone who believes that and I will not say who–it is not me. I’ll just say sometimes my shoes have been realigned. Being gay, lesbian, trans, asexual–it’s not contagious, I swear. On a stack of Merriam-Websters and Chicago Manuals of Style.

No. Once again, look to our politicians, our businesses, and the ones who profit from this. There is no logic in your reasoning.

You may not mistreat the LGBT community with your actions, but you mistreat them with your attitudes and your words. Mother Teresa said, “If you judge people, you have no time to love them.” Love is love.

Here are the values that I stand for: honesty, equality, kindness, compassion, treating people the way you want to be treated and helping those in need. To me, those are traditional values.
Ellen DeGeneres

Maybe this seems like an overreaction, but remember, the 19th Amendment, prohibiting any United States citizen the denial of the right to vote on the basis of sex, was passed in 1920. Less than 100 years ago. And women are still having to fight for their rights. Should we give up the right to decide what happens to our own bodies because of some white haired men in congress? I think not.

Neither should the future of what happens in the lives of the LGBT community be decided by those same men. And women. Unless it’s giving them the same rights and equality that every person, regardless of ethnicity, gender, disability, race, language, orientation, gender identity–I’m trying to include everyone but am afraid I’m forgetting someone. Every single human, how’s that? We all deserve equality. It shouldn’t even be a political issue.

And who is Congress to decide? They can’t even balance a budget.

I think people are going to get a lot of mileage out of that one.