Saturday, March 24, 2012

America's Heart of Darkness

Trayvon Martin has been on my mind this week.  And Matthew Shepard and James Byrd, Jr.
Robert Bales, Joe Horn and Jared Lee Loughner
Innocent bystanders and murders with hearts filled with Hatred.

The whole post is over at America's Heart of Darkness.

All this killing is getting to me.  Not only the murder in the news, but I'm troubled because Velvet and Cupcake know five or six kids who committed suicide - all of them not even twenty years old.  Dead.
Now Velvet has heard that when his former roommate from Hookah House was home for Christmas vacation, his best friend from high school died in his arms.  The boys had been trying to help an old guy who was getting mugged, when the mugger shot one of them.  Velvet's roommate held his best friend in his arms and watched him die from a random gun shot.

We all know the world is fucked up and that life is fragile, but it seems like things are tougher on that front lately.  I'm glad that Velvet will be spending the summer working at the Hippie Dippie Quaker Camp up in Vermont.  It's been a long time since he's been up in that valley, working in the organic garden and playing rowdy games in the meadow.  Now he's one of the big guys, working as a counselor and figuring out how to become an outdoor educator.

He's got a little job here in the city now, too, assisting a lively young man - a former punk rocker from London -  who has a nice little business going from school to school as a traveling soccer coach.  I ran into the coach on Broadway yesterday and had the distinct pleasure of hearing that my son is a great human being.  Notably, this fellow has no reason at all to tell me this stuff other than he's so happy to have a great assistant who is having a blast with the kids and cheerfully working hard for no money.  That's the ticket for anyone who hopes to be a good teacher.  I'm very proud of Velvet.

I'm also profoundly sad for all those mothers out there who have lost their children to senseless hate - murders committed in suburban streets or in war zones around the world.  It just sucks.

I had another simple pleasure yesterday, too.  I met Vancouver Voyeur of Change Happens and her partner M for a lovely little picnic in Strawberry Fields - that nice section of the park Yoko Ono made special for John Lennon.  It's always cool when somebody from the computer comes into Real Life for a moment, and it's a little discombobulating to meet a person for the first time and already know a few intimate details.  Strawberry Fields is a good place to connect a real person to her writings.

It's also a good place to think about stuff like how a person's body may not be nearby, but you can connect with his/her spirit (or consciousness or mind or whatever you want to call it) no matter what.  I was thinking more about Velvet going to Vermont or my mom down in Texas and Woody out in New Mexico more than Trayvon, but the idea applies nevertheless.  We can always connect with the spirit even though sometimes it's only through memory like I do sometimes now with my Granny the Ho, who has been dead some years now.  Maybe it's imagination or maybe it's really Spirit.  It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, if you ask me.

Imagining what Trayvon's parents must be feeling, thinking about his mother speaking at the Million Hoodie March - I can't manage to make my mind linger on those feelings.  It's too intense and awful.  But it makes me grateful for my own son, who also wears hoodies in all kinds of weather, who is watching silly Japanese cartoons on the internet in his bedroom.

Blessed Be


Life As I Know It Now said...

I am not surprised at the shooting and the paranoia that some people have toward others. What confuses me is that the guy who did the shooting hasn't faced the consequences of his actions. There ought to be some consequences even if it's to put him in the hospital for extreme paranoia--something, anything would be better than to just let him get away with cold blooded murder.

Larena said...

Thankfully as a parent I have lived long enough to be more proud than worried about my son. 27 years it took tho ! thanks be to angels putting the right people in their futures ! and I hope you gave VV a hug for me ! are there pictures ?

Vancouver Voyeur said...

"Maybe it's imagination or maybe it's really Spirit. It's hard to tell the difference sometimes, if you ask me." I never could tell the difference and so accept it all as real, and behave accordingly. Talking to a Spirit gives me comfort whether they're real or not. If they are real, it likely gives them comfort to be acknowledged as well.

Cali said...

I used to feel very safe here in my little rural northern California town. There are more cows than people here, for heaven's sake. Then a few years ago the Latino gangs, Norteños and Sureños, took hold here. Pretty soon kids that should have been in FFA or Spanish Club were choosing "colors." Oddly enough, I'd been telling my son's friends for YEARS to stop talking like the inner city kids from Oakland and start talking like the farm kids they actually were. It didn't work and far too many kids were way too eager to choose sides in a battle they knew nothing about.

Pretty soon there were lots of drive by shootings, culminating with a drive by killing right here on my block. It happened on federal property in front of the Post Office and that caused the Feds to come in and take over.

The very next day our little town was swarming with black SUVs and when the sun went down there was a big black helicopter with a GIANT spotlight flying around town all night. I know what marshal law feels like. After all, the end of the police line was tied to my carport!

That level of protection/intimidation lasted about a week. Eventually, the teens who committed the drive by on federal property were brought to "justice" and will probably be in prison for the rest of their lives. However, the double murder that happened two blocks away just a few months before the federal drive by remains unsolved.

PENolan said...

Ditto, Libs.

Larena - I gave her a big hug and there is one picture that could wind up on V.V.'s blog. We'll both have to go over there and see. I'm hoping there's an angel or two hovering over me right now.

V.V., I just took out the box containing my granny's ashes to give me a little protection and guidance during this tricky real estate and romance situation. So I guess that tells everyone exactly where I stand on the spirit issue ;)

Cali - Whew! A police line on your carport? Jesus H Christ

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