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RESPECT GIVEN IS RESPECT GAINED

RESPECT GIVEN IS RESPECT GAINED

The reason so many people disrespect law enforcement officers is because law enforcement officers show so little respect for the people, predominantly minorities. I taught school for 32 years and every time the discussion came up concerning law enforcement, black students particularly, spoke out loud and clear about being harassed by policemen. I heard examples of students being arrested for jay walking, being arrested for wearing a certain color cap in a mall, and for jogging in a white neighborhood. And Lord knows how many examples I heard of teenagers who were arrested and put in jail for smoking a joint.

I also heard students give examples about the things their parents told them concerning police brutality. This goes as far back as the seventies, so police brutality is not something new in America. It is the quick availability of cameras that has brought these acts to the forefront. Some of the same things students told me in regards to police brutality in the seventies and eighties are still happening today.

I want it well understood that I oppose all acts of violence, but don’t tell me that when the violence stops, justice will be served, because that is just not true. America has had 243 years for justice to be served and black Americans are still waiting. There is racial imbalance in the criminal justice system and so far talking about peace has not brought about change. Still black men are being murdered by police and gay men and women are being brutally beaten by straight policemen. The only nation in the world where innocent black men are being killed by policemen is in United States.

This is a message that must be heard by all Americans. America does not belong to white Americans only. America does not belong to heterosexual Americans only and never will. America is a diverse nation made up of all types of people from around the world. Is it so alarming to tell the truth that America has been made great because people from around the world made it great? This may be straight talk to some, but it is something white Americans must accept.

It is such a selfish act that any race of people would go so far as to destroy a great nation rather than share it. Sharing is easy and much easier than war. What kind of eyes cannot see what hatred, prejudice, and white superiority, has done to America? Rest assured Americans will never see peace until there is justice.

Now the question must be asked, what should African Americans do? They tried to call attention to injustices by the peaceful protest of taking the knee, and look what happened. The president called them SOB’s and white people cheered. Then they tried more peaceful means. A popular black man built a school and supplied all the equipment for students to attend free. Other black men put up hundreds of millions of dollars to help support small business owners. The news media became involved by reporting to the public what these men were doing. But even then the president got involved by using disparaging name calling not only for the ones that were performing the good deeds, but to the TV announcer who was reporting it. So I ask what choice is there for African Americans? Of course, I disapprove of the violence, but if these are not examples of damned if you do, or damned if you don’t, I don’t know what is.

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AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS

I have written a book that tells the story of a famous, country preacher during the years of my growing up experiences in Louisiana. The church was the center of social activities, and this particular young boy spent many hours attending church services. In this book I not only relate some of the popular sermons preached by Brother Myers, but I also give examples of some things that happened in the church that were comical. For example, there was one night, during a serious sermon, that a big, bug got entangled in the hair of one of the sisters. To a nine year old boy comical reactions followed. That same bug began to dip down into the hair of other ladies in the congregation. Many interpreted their reactions as spirit-filled moments, but others saw the bug and knew the real story.

I also tell the story of the yellow jacket that got caught up under the skirt of Miss Nellie on one particular Sunday morning church service. Once again many thought that Miss Nellie’s actions were spirit-filled, but others knew that a yellow jacket was of the stinging type. The most exciting story that I describe is when Sister Simmons shouted during the annual church revival. Regular church members had learned to dodge the bobby pins that flew like bullets through the church when she performed her famous “head jerk,” procedure.

At the end the book I retell the story of White Sunday. It is an emotional story about an African Americn lady who wanted nothing more than her children to learn about Jesus Christ. So she asked permission for her family to attend a white church and sit on the back row. The act of having to ask permission and being forced to sit on the bank row disturbs me even until this day. This reminds me of present day evangelical Christianity, when a gay man is refused membership to a white church. Or when church members refuse to sit by same-sex couples in church, or when a sign is posted on the church door that says, same-sex couples not welcome.

From the beginning of evangelical Christianity in America, very little real Christianity has been portrayed. It is hard to imagine Jesus denying anyone the privilege of listening to his sermons. I speak with disgust, because it still gets under my skin that as a child I was brainwashed to take part in such unchristian edicts.

Moving from my soap box, I hope that many of you will read and be blessed by the book entitled, AND WE CALLED HIM BROTHER MYERS. The book can be ordered from Amazon.com and is part of my religious series.

GOOD MORNING CLASS

The vast majority of the world’s population has spent time in a classroom. Some of that time was interesting but most of the time was boring, some of the time was informative but most was a waste of time. The book GOOD MORNING CLASS is interesting, informative, and at times, emotional. Teachers, parents, and students, can benefit from the information contained within this book.

Most adults have an interest in what goes on inside the classroom. Parents have special concerns that their children are being taught by qualified professional teachers. This book proves what can be accomplished when a professional steps inside a classroom. Professionalism is required for a teacher to create an interesting environment for learning in a classroom filled with thirty or more diverse students. A professional is also required in maintaining order and establishing an informative environment conducive for learning.

Substitute teachers have a more difficult task engaging students in something other than what students call “busy work.” GOOD MORNING CLASS is a story of one day in the life of a substitute teacher who was determined to employ students in some kind of constructive learning other than busy work. In so doing he faced rudeness, criticism, and slander, which he handled in a professional manner. In the end, he gained respect from most of the students and managed to maintain a learning environment.

IT'S NOT ME

IT’S NOT ME

Mirror, mirror, answer me,
who is this strange face that I see?
Could it be someone I don’t know,
a different person in a different show?

For Father Time has not stopped,
the hands have moved around the clock,
And now I look and can barely see
the strange face that stares back at me.

But when I look deep into those eyes,
I see the roads and remember the miles.
I see the paths that I have crossed,
and remember the friends who paid the cost.

I read the signs along the way
and heard the many voices say,
so fast the time, so fast the years,
over distance meadows, and rolling hills.

Sunsets, sunrises, I have seen,
many happy times were meant for me.
But death did knock on my front door,
and say to me, “Time is no more.”

The creepy crawlers in the night,
came and tried to take my life.
But I awoke and cried out loud,
“This white sheet is not my shroud!”

There are too many places I’ve never been
and too many faces I’ve never seen.
Great bodies of water I have crossed,
and in a land of needy there were coins to toss.

I’ve talked with the living and held hands with the
dead,
And listened to the spirits play games in my head.
I’ve spoken in languages I did not understand,
and made peace with myself, in a far away land.

I’ve seen people with hands out needing coins to eat,
and watched hunger devour that wasn’t so neat.
I’ve seen people made happy with so little it seemed,
and I’ve learned great lessons about material things.

So if Father Time should say to me,
a little more time I give to thee.
I will use that time preciously.

But if I’m walking my last mile,
I will walk proud and I’ll wear a smile.
“If it’s minutes, if it is hours, if it is days…
I don’t know.”
But one thing’s for certain I’ve enjoyed the show.

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RESPECT GIVEN IS RESPECT GAINED

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