Wednesday, July 29, 2020
IT IS A FOOL'S GOLD
Wednesday, July 8, 2020
MONUMENTS THAT SPEAK
MONUMENTS THAT SPEAK
My
monuments are the faces of Southern relatives who continue to support the whip
cracking, the raping of African American women, the hanging and castrating of
African American men, and the burning of African American homes. These faces
support a White Power government, the Confederacy that was built on hatred,
bigotry, prejudice and injustice. I am a
product of that government, and I recognize the social flaws that continue to
haunt the American nation, but I have moved on to a better location.
I
have heard your remarks of anger when I have written examples of your discrimination, and I have seen your replies of hate against anti-Confederate
Op-Ed’s. I am ashamed to admit that the same type of blood flows through my
veins, but the blood that flows through me has gone though a purification
process called, “ALL PEOPLE ARE CREATED EQUAL.” It may not have changed the
color, but it has changed the content of the character.
You
have been quick to talk about the burning of the American flag and of course,
we all know that is wrong. But the greater wrong is to ignore the thousands of
service men and women who gave their lives to give you the right to wave your
Confederate and Nazi flags. The freedoms those flags represent are not even one
tenth of the freedoms represented by waving the Red, White, and Blue. Only by
your birthright have you been allowed to live in a free democratic society, and
now you see that society through the naive lens of selfishness and would rather
destroy it than share it.
The
power of the American government has always been in the hands of the white man,
simply known as White Supremacists. The election of an African American
President placed an awakening fear that the white man was loosing control. Thus
the bells started ringing and White
To
continue fighting the Civil War is the most destructive element to a peaceful
Sins
are sins and the results are evident, but the sin of all sins is the inability
to learn from the original sin. The enslavement of humans was
It
seems strange that some Americans cherish living in conflict. If
Saturday, July 4, 2020
SLEEP TIGHT WITH PLEASANT DREAMS
SLEEP TIGHT WITH PLEASANT DREAMS
It
would have been nice if we could have realized how significant our teenage
years were. If we could have attained the knowledge of just how fast youth passes,
we would have cherished every moment of those years with greater appreciation.
If we could have put “time in a bottle” as the writer of the songs says, and preserved
it, and opened the bottle in later years, what a great time growing old would have
been. But the only way those times can
be preserved is in our dreams. The Bible tells us that, “old men shall dream dreams.” And this is what it means; in our dreams
we can relive those precious days of youth.
If
in our retirement we are living in a peaceful and secure environment our dreams
will reflex those wonderful times of childhood. It is true we may have an
occasional bad dream, but by far deep sleep and beautiful dreams fill our
senior nights. For us who have had to struggle for our identity, great joy
waits at the “End of the Trail,” and with a series of pleasant dreams all those
struggles are made worth while.
There
was nothing easy about being a gay teenager in the Southern Bible Belt. Even today the threads of discrimination
pull heavy at my heart, and I have to take precautions to maintain a level
head. I have faced discrimination, and I don’t like it! And I don’t like those
who discriminate. I must admit that in recent days there have been a series of
occurrences that have upset those nights of adorable dreams.
I
have written much about Donald Trump, and I have made many of my friends and
family members angry. But I feel strongly about this, and with every fiber of
my being I believe that Donald Trump is corrupt and if unchecked he will
destroy
The
way this man has taken control of the Republican Party and the evangelical
Christian Church has been abhorrent to me. And I have difficulty convincing
myself that I am wrong. Everyday Donald Trump adds fuel to the belief that I am
right.
We
have seen Donald Trump make fun of a handicapped reporter. We have heard him
make disrespectful remarks about women. We have seen copies of the checks he used
to pay porn stars for sex.
We
heard him make the statement, “Russia if you are listening,” and “There are fine
people on both sides,” and we’ve seen him clap and smile
when the audience shouted, “Lock her up.” We know this is not the correct
approach for an opponent in a democracy.
He
sided with Putin at
He
fired the Director of the FBI and other members of the Justice Department who
were investigating him. He fired the people who told the truth about him at the
Impeachment Proceedings. 98% of his
cabinet members have been involved in corrupt schemes for personal benefit.
He
told Americans and the world that
He
has spent millions of taxpayer’s dollars hiring lawyers to prevent public
inspection of his income tax returns and his business records. He has reduced
the sentences of his buddies in crime, and has pardoned other friends who were convicted
of crimes.
He
refused to take the advice of the scientists and doctors, and as a result, he has
totally mishandled the Corvid-19 pandemic. His advice was to inject
disinfectants to kill the Corvid-19 virus. He has made wearing a mask a
political issue. He said, “If we didn’t have testing we wouldn’t have cases.”
Now he has cut funds for Corvid-19 testing. As the result,
It
is safe to say that those people who have worked close with Donald Trump and
were fired and who wrote a book, describe him as a totally incompetent, draft
dodging liar, who should never have been elected the president of the USA. Hundreds
of professionals are now saying,
Now
back to the issue of sleeping; I have made the decision that I will not allow
any person or anything to disrupt my peaceful life and beautiful dreams. To my
relatives and friends, who are Trump supporters, if he wins in November in a
fair election, I will not shed tears on my pillow, but for now I will do everything I can to see that he is
defeated. However, from now until then, be assured I will sleep tight with pleasant
dreams.
Tuesday, June 30, 2020
THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY
THE CRIME OF THE CENTURY
Donald
Trump represents the smallness in humanity.
He is a man who was born surrounded with riches, but has never scarified
one minute in service to anyone but himself. Donald Trump is a self-serving
individual who is taking advantage of the ignorance of hundreds to build up a
temporary monument to an orange-faced god of materialism. He is capitalizing on
the weaknesses of others who are afraid to stand up and challenge him for the
series of infractions he has committed.
The
goal of Donald Trump from the very beginning has been to make himself the god
of
The
way Donald Trump has completely mishandled the Corvid-19 virus, which has
killed hundreds of thousands of Americans, will go down in history as “The
Crime of the Century.” To make the wearing of a mask a political issue is one
of the stupidest acts in all of the chronicles of time. For an individual not
to be concerned about personal health is a matter that only mental professions
can explain, but to go a step further and reprimand those who are wearing a
mask, delves deeper into a mental disorder.
What
has gone wrong in
It is one thing for an adult to refuse to wear a mask in large gatherings, but for a parent to take a child to a rally is “endangering the life of a minor.” Thousands of parents have been arrested for far less offences. For example, hundreds of parents have been arrested and separated from their children for the simple act of smoking a joint.
There
are some serious dangers that lay ahead for
Saturday, June 27, 2020
...AND GOD LOOKED AT HIS CREATION ...
Wednesday, June 24, 2020
OH! TO BE A HUMAN
OH! TO BE A HUMAN
It
makes me sick and ashamed of a race of people, to which I am connected by
birth, who have for hundreds of years held on to the cultural misdemeanor that
the color of skin produces superiority. The only thing this misdemeanor has
produced that is superior is ignorance, because those involved have not learned
the simple fact of how to get along with others. What makes me sicker are the
people who still today support these acts of evil. It is plain and simple;
White Supremacists will never rule
To
think that some Americans believed they had the right as a vigilante, white mob
to burn African American’s homes with women and children inside, was a damning
act of evil. To think that a white man could rape an
African American lady, go to church and sit in the Amen Corner, and realize the
existing government and the church, condoned his hideous act, merely fans the
flames of hell.
To
think that the executive leader of the White race could march 60,000 American
Indians, including women and children, 5,043 miles into what is present day
Oklahoma, is a show of violation and disregard of human rights that was perpetrated by the U.S. government. On this “Trail of Tears” over 4,000 Indian women and children died.
If a pregnant Indian lady died on the way her body was kicked to the side and
left to rot. This is a shameful act that should never be accepted by any race
of humans. Also, if an African American died on a slave ship to
A white man can put his knee on the neck of a dying man, with the man’s face pressed in a gutter, begging for his life, and the white man can look up at the camera and smile, is some kind of an out-of-control creature that is no where near being a human. A white man can shoot a black man in the back and then kick him while he is taking his last breath, is the act of a monster not a human.
A
white senator, with a smirch on his face, can cast a vote for a man who has
lied so many times it is impossible to count, and who has openly asked leaders
from other countries to intervene in an American election, to help him win, is
a serious un-American performance. This is an act that is in direct violation of
the
Many
Americans do not understand the real meaning of BLACK LIVES MATTER. They use
the words “all lives matter” as a disguise for racism. When a group of people
have endured decades of discrimination supported by a government unwilling to
prevent it, they are forced to take matters in their own hands. American
government is notorious for discrimination. It is a government that says one
thing in writing but does another in deeds, and rest assured, one way or
anther, this is going to stop! The majority of
Every
day the Trump administration moves closer to an authoritarian take over. It has
come to the point that there are some Americans who desire a dictator. I say this with all sincerity; I never
dreamed the extent that stupidity reigns in
There
is a dark side to Donald Trump that gets darker every day. His physical health
is declining and he has been warned by numerous mental health professionals
that his mental health is problematic. His inability as a leader was incapable of
realizing how serious it was when leaders from around the world laughed at him. His followers are so blind that they are
incapable of seeing his infirmities. It seems as if he is going to face a
downfall with voters, and if that happens Donald Trump is going to explode with
an explosion that will be heard around the world.
Citizens
of the
Sunday, June 21, 2020
UNDER THE SHADE OF THE FAMILY TREE
UNDER THE SHADE OF THE FAMILY TREE
My
grandfather George McDuff Tippen, planted a dogwood tree in the center of the
For
decades the Tippen family name stood for honesty, integrity, and the belief
that all men and women are created equal. To my grandfather a hand shake was as
good as a contract, and a man was only as good as his word. Grandpa McDuff
lived the life that set the example for his offspring’s to follow, but sadly
some of that has been neglected.
Dennis
Tippen was McDuff’s youngest son. Dennis
and Amy met, fell in love, got married, and gave birth to nine children. All of
the children were born in the log cabin, at the edge of the
Dennis
was a hardworking man who had experienced prejudice. His primary blood-line was
American Indian and he had difficulty adjusting to the White Man’s world. His greatest pleasure was playing his hand-made
fiddle to the tunes of some of the traditional, country songs. He played,
Turkey In The Straw, She’ll be Comin’ Around the Mountain, Corinna, Corinna,
and Beautiful, Beautiful, Brown Eyes,
late into the night sitting on the front porch of the log cabin. Many
times the children went to sleep with the tunes of Dennis’ fiddle echoing in
their heads.
My relation with my Father was only within the areas of hunting and fishing. He never attended the annual Father and Son Banquets at school; he was never present at a basketball game where I played; he never saw a High School Play in which I had a part; his presence was absent from any programs whereby I received an award; and he never attended my High School or college graduations. Yet, he was a man that I loved and respected.
Amy
was the greatest Mother who ever lived. She was up early every morning at 4
A.M. through the heat and the cold, and out to the cow lot to milk the cows.
She churned the butter, baked the biscuits, cooked a hot meal on a wood-burning
stove, and saw her children off to school with freshly washed and ironed
clothes. She was known as a famous cook and fed more than just her immediate
family. She was the matriarch of the family, and the neighbors would jokingly
say she was the only one who could control her husband, Dennis. Dennis was deeply rooted in the Christian
faith. He was a member of the conservative, evangelical,
If
there is a secret to longevity it may be in the environment of childhood. In the depths of poverty, it might have been a
blessing that I did not have access of soft drinks, potato chips, or fast food.
Instead, I was in the garden eating strawberries, cucumbers, green peas, cantaloupes,
and watermelons. I could hide in the branches of a peach tree and eat big,
round, juicy, peaces, until my hunger was quenched, or do the same in the apple
tree that stood in the corner of the garden. There were some great benefits to
country living!
Being
the only one left who can speak directly for the family is a position that I
take seriously. In the days I have left I plan to live an honorable life to
uphold the good and respectable family name. I will do whatever I can to close
the political gap that exists within the family. Nevertheless, I am committed
to use my voice and the power of the pen to stamp out hatred and injustice
where ever they appear.
Today,
I fear no man! However, it is never a pleasant experience to have lies told
about you. Nevertheless, attempts to destroy my
character are no more than mere fantasies without merit. Your death threats
twirl in the wind because you are the cowards who run for cover when the going
gets rough. I have traveled the world
searching for freedom, and at last I have been led by a powerful Deity to a
place of safety where I can speak freely without retribution. Freedom brought
the rebirth of an oppressed individual who was yearning to be free. Freedom
freed this individual from fear. I have
learned that all the gold and silver in the world is not worth one hour of freedom.
I will sacrifice everything I have to extend these freedoms to the future
generations.
I
have learned from the “
When
the time comes that my life on earth is ended, it is my request that my remains
be placed beside my Grandpa, in the exact spot that for many years was the
shade of the Family Tree.
(Good advice for
Tear down the walls of discrimination,
Remove the hearts of hatred,
Stamp out injustices,
Put on the armor of honor,
Shine the light of freedom,
And reap the eternal blessings of happiness.