When a whole community has become immersed in a moral crisis, what’s actually gone wrong becomes difficult to recognize with any clarity. The threat of Donald Trump (even now, one week after the election) and of what now deservedly can be called Trumpism has never been primarily about policies.
I hate to be obstinate (like President Trump), but this election has not formally been called. As of this writing, not ONE state has called the election. In addition, even though the mainstream media is NOT reporting the irregularities that are being found, you can believe there are plenty of irregularities.
At birth, we boarded the train and met our parents, and we believe they will always travel by our side. As time goes by, other people will board the train; and they will be significant i.e., our siblings, friends, children, strangers and even the love of your life. However, at some station, our parents will step down from the train, leaving us on this journey alone. Others will step down over time and leave a permanent vacuum.
I’m only now coming to grips with what it has meant to my soul – and my body – to have been born Black in the Deep South in the shadow of Jim Crow and raise my kids during the era of Donald Trump. I’m one of the fortunate ones because I’ve survived to tell my own story and lived long enough to see science begin to answer questions that have long lingered in my brain. In this excerpt from “Why We Didn’t Riot: A Black Man in Trumpland,” I try to capture that truth.
“Too little, too late.” The Free Dictionary says this idiom means “Inadequate as a remedy and not in time to be effective.” This term originated in the military, where it was applied to reinforcements that were insufficient and arrive too late to be of help. The opposite of this would be “too much too soon” meaning some action or item is provided before it is needed or before it is ready to be helpful and is disproportionately large for the intended purpose.
According to Wikipedia, "Fire and Ice" is one of Robert Frost's most popular poems. It was published in December 1920 in Harper's Magazine and in 1923 in his Pulitzer Prize−winning book New Hampshire. It discusses the end of the world, likening the elemental force of fire with the emotion of desire, and ice with hate.
We moved from Los Angeles to the San Jacinto Valley in 1986, and have never regretted it – we love the people and the location. But we have often been dismayed by the shenanigans of local government officials, and surprised that so many of them seem ill-equipped for the their duties.
"The LORD God formed the man from the dust of the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life, and the man became a living being" (Genesis 2:7). Life begins with your first breath and ends with your last. If you Google "quotes for breathing," you find literally hundreds of quotes. Breath is hope. George E. Miller said, "With every breath hope rises." Breath is life.