America is in a quandary…#182

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America is in a quandary! I was born and raised in the South, moving from the country to the town of Decatur, Alabama when I was twelve-years-old. I move to Wisconsin in 1966, America was still in turmoil.

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My thoughts recently have been on the 1950’s growing up as a teenager in Decatur, going to Decatur High School. My mind focusing on those seventy years ago is still clear, and the atrocities that are going on today, the times are being recreated.

Of course today’s mayhem dates back to March 3, 1991. Rodney King faced police brutality. This skyrocket police brutality, a scandal that most Americans condemned, police forces grew and evolved. In the 1950s, the police were looked on both favorably and unfavorably by various segments of the population.

Police brutality as a societal issue dates all the way back to the Industrial Revolution in the 1870s when law enforcement would physically harm workers that went on strike. The consequences of police brutality on the public are much less than the actual victim. However, damages to the public are harder to fix since the population is too large to talk to one-on-one.

Throughout the years, police brutality can be associated with racial profiling. Differences in race, religion, politics, sometimes exist between police and American citizens. Some police officers may view them as generally deserving punishment.

However, there are “GOOD” police officers in America and these police officers enjoyed wide support. It did in 1950 and it does today in 2020. In America in 1950, there was good faith in all levels of government. Nevertheless, we were pummeled with Vietnam, Watergate and other events helped erode their trust. Generally, citizens in the suburbs and middle- or upper-class white citizens in the cities regarded the police favorably.

However, the 1950s also saw great conflict. Communities strongly resented the police in the 1950s. In the South, citizens resented police for their physical brutality and abuse of power. They also mistrusted the police as a protective institution. In the 1950s, In Decatur, Alabama, my “home town”, police forces were mostly white and male.  In certain ways, the police were regarded as more powerful in the 1950s and 1960’s.

I am not proud to be a Southerner in those days; I was a “kid” and many things I did not understand. The things that I did understand were mind blowing. I grew to know that my mother was a racist, so was my older sister though behind a mask of lies. My daddy was never a racist and knew discrimination first hand, as have I, he always spoke the truth. They are no longer with us, and I still grieve for them, loving them as they were, was my only way to survive. However, I am proud that I was raised by my daddy and bought up in the Native American traditions of my daddy’s people.

What is going on today in America…I am ashamed of the entire country, I pray that it finds its way back.

However, other than the first hand knowledge about government control and family…all of this is just my opinion!

EAJM

 

 

Betraying Native Americans…#179

 

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It appears that the Trump administration has revoked a tribe’s reservation status, in a grab power for land. This news is not new, but worthy a post. The administration has used discretionary powers to attempt to take lands away from Native Americans. I believe the decision is cruel and unnecessary, and many tribes are dealing with the Virus within their sovereign lands.

One major thing that comes to mind is the one-billion-resort casino. I can very easily see our President attempting to buy it from the government. These people are being blindsided. The federal court decided to remove the special land designations bestowed in 2015 under President Barack Obama.

The very bad news is that Native Americans own no land. Reservations are Federal lands, and the Federal government legally owns the land. American Indians living on Indian reservations cannot take mortgages out on their homes, because banks know that American Indians don’t own the land; the Federal government does.

The American tribes lost their lands due to being out matched by better armed Europeans who had black powder guns and cannons, steel armor and swords, which made them very hard to take down with the weapons the natives were used for fighting. The Americans stole the land from the Native Americans, just as the Native Americans stole the land from those before them.

The decision is the latest concerning sign that the Trump administration is willing to use its discretionary powers to attempt to take lands away from tribes. Joe Biden has posted a protest about the move. All year these power grabs have been going on, from East to West coast.

A Judge has blocks Trump from giving Virus relief for Native American communities to corporations. The Trump plan “betrays” congressional intent and tribal nations.” They were eligible for $8 billion in funding allocated by Congress; the Tribes believe that there will be other attempts to direct these funds away.

Have we forgotten the Native Americans?

However, that is just my opinion!

 

EAJM

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The Book of Revelations…#178

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Over the past months I have be ask did I think that the Book of Revelations was being fulfilled, is it the end of days? I have seen many Face Book pages with images on “Beware” “God leads the way” “Antichrist”, etc, etc. I believe in a Higher Power, I taught Sunday school for ten years, which makes me no authority, but somewhat knowledgeable. It is a personal choice as to what an individual chooses to call their “God” or believe in. I stop being a believer in organized religion many years ago. I am and have always been spiritual; I was brought up believing that the Great Mystery lives in everything.

I am not “going religious” as they say on anyone, and I respectfully honor everyone’s choice of beliefs. However, I do know that the Bible has almost fifty authors, all men (again no disrespect) whom have written the Books of the Bible, as they have perceived the world at the time of writing. All handed down word of mouth, writing on rocks, wheat paper and many other things. All of this interpreted by the authors down though the past, maybe starting in the era of Abraham which has been said to have spoken to God in 2100 BC. We are soon coming upon 2100AD. Many translations have taken place in these 4200 years.

Nevertheless, in layman terms, The Book Revelations authors name is John a Christian prophet. It is believed that Revelation was an apocalyptic prophecy, a warning of sorts. Remember, it is written as they saw or visualized things at the time. Its understanding is difficult because of these things. I believe that it was written to chastise Christians with different beliefs; many of the time distrusted the Book of Revelations. It has been accepted and rejected many times throughout history.

Revelations speaks of broken seals; people believe what they want to or have been taught too. “There will be a great earthquake, the sun becomes black and the moon turns to blood, a sign; I don’t think so since we have been having earthquakes, ellipse of the sun and Blood Moons for quite some time now and the world ending it has not. On and on it goes, the beast, the false Prophet and the one about martyrs living and reigning with Christ for a thousand years. A New Heaven and Earth, and a New Jerusalem, no more suffering o death, God will dwell with humanity in the New Jerusalem. Therefore, I can place all of this in the Book of Revelations into any scenario over the past 4200 years.

All we can do is try to be mindful every day of the people and situations around us, care for those in need, respect one another and handle each situation when it arises. I have learned to live in the moment and not worry about what is going to happen one-thousand-years from now. We all have burdens to bear; they are not placed upon us because we are bad. Most of the time we place them upon ourselves because of our own actions.

Yes, I believe in a Higher Power, I believe that we must live right as best we can, be mindful of others and our own actions. I believe, because that is how I was raised and who I have become. When I see all of these “Jesus” postings, pray for me posting, they are placed there, as an attraction getter to receive “likes” for the day. Keep the man called Jesus teachings in your heart, pray for those with needs and not out of greed. If you keep these things in mind, that you will be OK.

It’s like the Dalai Lama said that “religion is like going out to dinner with friends.  Everyone ma order something different, but everyone can still sit at the same table.”

However, that is just my opinion

EAJM

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Our “Fake” President…#177

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IT IS MY WAY OR YOU CANNOT “PLAY” WITH ME ANY MORE

 

I read recently about an individual the proclaimed that he would honor whatever the government said that the Virus was a fake crisis. Later, he and his wife contracted the virus, he recovered; his wife was put on a ventilator.

It is time that people stop to think what is President Trump thinking when he misspeaks and makes false claims; oh, that’s right he don’t think. He has once again threatened to stop U.S. funding to the WHO, and reconsider the country’s membership in the United Nations. I cannot see the country “not” being in the United Nations, this “FAKE” president is setting this nation back years; I sometimes wonder if we will ever recover totally.   He praises and he blames, changing his mind instantly. The Chinese is accusing the United States in using China as an excuse to shirk from their financial obligation.

What the hell, if Trump pisses off every foreign country that we owe money too, and if they stop financing the United States, or want instant repayment we may be in bigger trouble than we are now. What if, all of the countries that export to the U.S. stopped, what if all of the contracts we have with these counties when we sent all of our companies “overseas” decided to run U.S. out of their countries? What if, they stop all exports to the U.S. and not allow the U.S. on their soil. Well, we have gotten ourselves in a hell of a mess, haven’t we?

His once supporter, Fox News is now on his “list”, Trump is now criticizing the network. They jumped on the new drug he is taking, fearful the public will do the same. Those taking the drug with vulnerable conditions, respiratory conditions, heart ailments, they all died. The FDA has warned those taking the drug outside a controlled study where they are watched.

Trump is tested regular for the virus, if he believes that there is no reason for his fellow citizens to fear the virus, why is he tested. John-Q-Public has a difficult time in getting this test, but the President probably has one daily. In this new claim of the drug he is taking, he believes that the benefit from the treatment outweighs the risks.

All of his actions are to open up the country so he can have a rally and fill the arena with his followers. He will receive praise and give them the showmanship that he is noted for in all of his rallies. He is waiting for a Republican governor to OK a rally. Actually, without him doing press briefings he does not have to answer questions about why he is not wearing a mask, hoping no one wears one. Trump supporters will come to a rally knowing that they have the potential to get the virus.

I am fearful that the economy will take a dive, simple items which we have become accustomed to will no longer be available when export from other countries stop. That thousands of businesses will not survive, family business will no longer be the American dream. That credit card companies will freeze the use of card due to the public’s decision to stop paying them, or send monthly payments. Items in grocery stores will be limited. Gas may be limited. Yes, another depression that will take decades for us to recover.

However, that is just my opinion

EAJM

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Rubble of Pain…#176

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A Poem

Rubble of Pain…#176

Light flows through our war of disrespectful words, tears fall, cheeks wet. In these times of uncertainty an unknown sadness rolls over us, we smile, we jest, yet, there is a fear clinging within my breast. Your words do not bring me rest, or smiles, you give me your hand and hush for a while. Let me read your soul deep within your lucid eyes, a mind filled with disapproval.

There is no one now that can unlock my heart, nothing that can be said or felt. Your thoughts, did not reveal or conceal, or disguise your lack of sympathy, place blame and criticize. You became alien to me, yet you would not allow my heart, our voice, if only for one moment to be free. Fate, you felt possession, you poured out your strife like a muddy river, never to change.

You have no genuine self, you force to obey, despite and un-regarded for life you could not see, you were blind with doubt it was eternally. The knowledge of our life buried, fire and force, walking down the rough path; deep pain always mine. You had no spirit, only power to control, nameless feelings that course through my hurting breast, a life unrepressed. I speak and act so no one will know hidden burses down to the soul.

My hidden self, there are those that see you as charming and kind, this is not true! Inward I strive and follow demands; in return, a thousand nothings by the hour, all miraculous compensate your power.   I am numb, yet I answer your call, from time to time I hid in the depths of my soul; my voice a floating unheard echo conveys pain. Your jaded eyes stare, glare, I read the words unspoken deafening creating fear. A bolt of tones, frightening, is piercing my ears.

No feeling stirs, the heart lies plain, you never became aware of a life winding down, you see no meadows of flowers, no sun, no breeze, and your madness is elusive to all the rest. There is no feeling there is no respite. The calm that I never knew, the mountains that my mind did climb; our war of mocking words; I held back the tears, the sadness, I wish that I lived by the sea where I could lose myself in the crashing waves; anything but here, my soul and spirit want to sink within its madness and always stay, stay, stay.

It was too late, your love came revealed in death, and my heart has nothing to say. You lived and moved in disguises, alien to all but yourself, there was no heart beating in your human breast, until the end. In life what did you truly possess, your own strife, your identity; the river of our life unclear flowed its way. I lived in blind uncertainty, life for me buried from the day we met, no fire or restlessness, just a thirst for the mystery of it all, nameless feelings lived in vain. The loss, my heart lay open for all to see, the hurt hidden twisted among the rubble of pain.

 

 

©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

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Trump’s Election Day…#172

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Trump’s Election Day…

Trump only has six-months to pull together his followers before “election” day; months ago, he based his win on the rise in the economy that has taken a nosedive during the wake of the C-19 Virus. This is his main reason for pushing the states to reopen. If the country reopens unemployment will end, the stimulus may end with only a handful of Americans receiving the money. Business will be open but employers may only have a few return to work, sacrificing employees to recoup their losses. The worse event will be that the Virus will spread quickly and lives will be lost. Recently, the Corona Virus has killed 54 residents of a Medford nursing home over the past four weeks and infected another 100, in the latest deadly outbreak at an elderly care facility in the state. Do the politicians not read these statistics?

The governors’ biggest cheerleader for reopening the country is President Trump. He has expressed support for protesters pushing their states to end the. Politically, governors have learned that they are more likely to be criticized by Trump for maintaining stay-at-home orders. However, as states have defied that criteria to begin restarting business activity from retail stores to restaurants, to elective they have been cheered on by Trump and his allies.

Trump keeps demanding recognition for what he calls his brilliant work. The Trump administration’s said that his handling of the Virus is “a great success story “, when more than 60,000 Americans lie dead, and no end in sight. We have a completely unreliable President; Trump’s whopping lies goes on and on and on and on. Trump demands thanks from governors when he is just barely doing his job as president.

EAJM
However, this is just my opinion!

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Quarantined with My Thoughts…#171

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The first people (Adam and Eve) were from Africa, then why do we portray them as white?

I am not religious, I do not believe in organized religion, yet I am spiritual in every way. I believe in live and let live to one’s own individual beliefs. When being “shut-in” it does make one give thoughts to many subjects, today; I decided to start in the beginning.
The age of Earth has been debated, changed and debated again, but it is said that it is about 4.54 billion years old give or take a few years. I make these statements on no authority, no formal scientific education, i.e., just my love of research and my opinion. Coincidentally, this number is supposed to be the same age as the rest of the planets in the Solar System, as well as the Sun. This does give thought to a plan of creation, does it not?
There are changes continually, Earth’s ever-changing crust, as well as the rocks in Earth’s neighbors, such as the moon and visiting meteorites. The oldest rocks on Earth found to date are in Canada, which are 4.03 billion years old. However, rocks older than 3.5 billion years can be found on all continents. Greenland and Swaziland, Africa are 3.4 billion to 3.5 billion years. Samples in Australia, Quebec, run 3.4 billion to 3.6 billion years old, and the Universe itself is said to be over 13 billion years old. Just a few scientific facts!
This brings me to the Biblical age of Earth. The Bible never declares an age for the Earth, but evidence derived from the text fits most comfortably with a date approximately 6,000. Nevertheless, dinosaurs have been found with stomach contents preserved. Such preservation, by the way, indicates they were buried so rapidly that the normal decay process could not affect them. I do not know whether dinosaurs ate humans–they just have never found one that had a human as its last meal. However, there are records and artwork depicting dragons, which look a lot like what we call dinosaurs.
The spiritual side of me believes in a God, the Great Mystery and that he did create earth, it may have taken billions of years, as I do not believe the six-day theory. I also believe that much of the Bible was written to control the masses; there needed to be rule, ancient politicians so to speak, even if much of it was scare tactics. The Flood, possible, a destructive global event that reshaped the earth’s surface. I have to believe this is possible, look at how one pandemic can be destructive in today’s world. Science shows us that all males and females shared a single ancestor in Africa roughly 125,000 to 156,000 years ago.
Many of these things I can believe, but I do have a burning question…What is God’s purpose for the earth and for humankind?
It’s just my opinion!
EAJM

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Memories Last Forever…#165

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Memories Last Forever…

I know a place filled with back county roads,

they join hills and cross over sparkling brooks;

they weave through golden fields and cleverly

slip into forest nooks. They wind to places that

I know so well, twist and turn through hollows

and hills; my heart is beating to a familiar tune.

 
Thoughts of long ago times I can hear the

cadenced beat of the horse’s hooves on red dirt

roads; beside me is an old yellow dog. Trees are

creaking, singing their whistling song in the

breeze, a cow in a meadow shakes her bell; I

can image an afternoon rain, and then sun

splashing bright on the road ahead, rainbow

arks in a clear blue sky.

 
My memory brings forth all of these images

of my childhood, the sun-splashed field, the

creak of the old wagon and the horses takes

us to church. The blue sky, song and laughter

in the little white church, music plays softly

on my ears; this is the land I desire, causing

my soul to shimmer, tremble to the tune.

The morning breeze blows my long hair,

the curls bouncing; nodding to the sun.

 
I image that I am a butterfly in a warm

summer day; sitting upon a flower, stilled

my colorful wings. Oh! To be a cloud,

wafting through the blue, shadowing

the hills, framing the valleys below,

lingering over the land showing

splashes of red southern dirt. My

memories last forever, and that is

what I do, a purpose daydreaming,

day-to-day.

 

©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

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Deaths Hideous Show…#163

Note from Author :
When I create poetry, some of my followers believe that it is personal, no, the idea may be built upon ones personal perception or glimpses into my life, but it is not to be taken as fact. My blog is filled with ideas when creating, but I believe that the meaning is not only found in the act of reading (and re-reading) poetry. Sometimes we start writing a poem with one idea in mind, but by the time we reach the end of the first draft, another idea or theme has emerged. Other times, we might write a poem and realize years later that there are layers of meaning in it; perhaps our subconscious produced something we were not aware of at the time the poem was composed.

The very act of writing poetry opens us to the meaning of our experiences and ideas, especially if we are willing to give up control when we write and let ideas and words flow freely. Free writing is an ideal practice for generating mysterious raw material. I find my poetry to be dark, eight decades of experiences gives me a wheelhouse of raw material on many subjects. Please enjoy.

 
Deaths Hideous Show…

 

She asks that her bed of death

be free of greedy heirs, her last

breath she favored, not me.

Greedy did not bring them to

their knees. I kept back tears I

will not weep! There are worst

plagues than tears. I would now

find the freedom that my life

has been denied; then at last,

I can give up my hope to find

love from she who carried me

within and gave me life.

 

Spare me the whispering crowded

room, family and friends that come

and gape and go; spare me the

ceremonious air of gloom, which

makes death a hideous show. The

future that undiscovered mystery,

which one feels deaths wings.

Bring none of these to me; let me

be silent in the dew of the morning,

this world that I was born. The

same world that will continue to

last when I am dead.

 

I find that the universe is my home;

my mind treads on every day, which

brings the sun, the moon, the stars;

oceans, streams and lakes; every blade

of grass flows within my veins. Keep

from me all mortal strife, and praise

each little breath for from it I will

find my eternal course in life.

 

Spare my feeling as I gaze upon each

day, let me grow, stay composed, mind

clear. When my time is near let me,

accept it without fear. Let my spirit

go to work no more, to wait no

more; I ask that you shed no tears.

 

©elizabethannjohnsonmurphree

 

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Generations of Secrets and Lies – Part 3 – #151

Generations of Secrets and Lies
by
Elizabeth Ann Johnson-Murphree
Part 3
Story told by Great Grandmother-Mary Jane Overton – “Ma”
    “My grandparents and those of my mother had been friends since their childhood years; they shared the same nightly fire on the trail that seems to have no end. They spoke often among themselves about what was happening in the strange land they were being taken too”. Ma swore many times that she would never be the captive of any white man.
Around many fires were Indian tribes from all of the Five Civilized Tribes, the greatest numbers being the Cherokee. Proud spirits of once great tribes were now faltering under degrading conditions. Soon, they had arrived in Arkansas; Sipsee would hear her mother speak about what was going to happen to them. Many people were contracting diseases that had no cure and the weather was becoming frigid, clothing worn was inadequate for the time of year and many elders’, young children and babies had already died.
The younger men talked of escaping. It was Hawk’s decision to be among those who would attempt return to their homeland in Alabama. The warriors, the men, their wives and children would escape. Hawk set with his family and the family of Sipsee around the fire on what would be their last night. He revealed to his family that he would leave after everyone had bedded down for the night, his mother feared for his life, yet his father understood of what his young son had to do.
“Being dead had to be better than living like animals herded into circles with soldiers guarding them”. Hawk said leaning close toward the families.

 

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In secret, he had sought out Sipsee and questioned her about her feelings for him. It was too late for courting rituals, or for Sipsee to be prepared by her mother to become a part of Hawks soul. The giving of gifts and of the special blessings of the elders would not take place.
Earlier when Fosee found Sipsee her thoughts was the same as his; he spoke to Sipsee’s father immediately. He wanted Sipsee to return to the homelands with him; both families agreed they should be together. Without ceremony, Sipsee and Hawk’s father blessed the merging of hearts. During the night when the fires were low, when the soldier were sleeping except for a few guards, a small band of men, women and children in the darkness of a moonless sky slipped away. They would never know if their families had paid for their freedom with their own lives.
A few families stayed together, many others ventured off to find their own place, maybe a new land. Hawk and Sipsee were among those going into Alabama. They hid among the tall bushes they passed along their way through the woods, always staying away from the open fields if possible. Finally, they made their home deep within the forest on the eastern edge of Alabama; living among a few Indians who was not forced to leave because of their decisions to live white gave them privilege to stay. Hawk and other warriors decided they must conform to some ways to remain free but in their hearts, the hate for the white people grew stronger.

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They built log cabins and were soon moving freely among the white settlers without consequence. Sipsee learn the English language from a nearby settler who hired her to clean and wash their clothes. Hawk learn the language from Sipsee but refused to speak it unless necessary to talk to a white person. Sipsee knew that times were changing and had the foresight to know it would become a white man’s world. Hawk did not approve of many things she would say, he would only look at her and try to keep his own dreams of the future alive within his spirit.

 

 

Author’s Note:
This facts of this story has two aspects, one is the presumed facts written from the annals of history; and second by the verbal history confident from the memory of Mary Jane Overton, proud Chickasaw.

Author’s Note: To be continued in Generations of Secrets and Lies – Part 4

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