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Sunday, June 14, 2020

DIRECT TALK IS NECESSARY

DIRECT TALK IS NECESSARY

The political divide within the Tippen family is just one example of what is happening all across America. This divide has reached proportions similar to the days prior to, and during the Civil War. The mindset of most children is determined by parents, thus it is understandable that “Parental Influence” is stronger than “Kinship Influence.” But it is also important that children be told the truth. Within the Tippen family there are those parents, who are hanging on to the antiquated policies of White Supremacy, and the Confederate government ruled by the KKK. Where as racism is being denied in words, it is being practiced in deeds, and this is causing great harm to the younger generations. This divide is causing a detriment to the generational good name of “The Tippen Family,” and this is a shame! A family name is not only judged by the past and the present, but by the future.

There is no doubt that racism and hatred will be defeated in the future, and it is being proven every day by “World Wide Marchers,” who are marching for American justice. The actions taken by some members of this family put them on the wrong side of history. Plus, it will require grandchildren and great-grandchildren to offer future apologies for actions taken by their grandparents. These parents are leaving a legacy for their children and grandchildren that is one of the many injustices that the far-right has perpetrated upon the future generations of Americans. Also, there are a few members of this family who are advocating another Civil War. To allow prejudice to be so deeply rooted into the heart and mind of any individuals that they are willing to sacrifice the horrors of war rather than give up prejudice is something that only the mental professionals can explain.

It is of utmost importance that these children know that there are members of this family who are fighting against hatred and bigotry and this fight will eventually be for their benefit. It is the hope for the younger generations, who are being held back by “parental fear,” to find the courage to join the millions of peaceful marchers and become an active part of America’s future.

The Civil War did not end hatred and prejudice in America. In fact, it only covered it up until a White Supremacist took control of the White House. Peace in America is based upon actions not words, “that all individuals are created equal,” and without racial justice there will NEVER be peace. The younger generations of this family are being harmed by disguised racism and underlying hatreds, projected by parents. Racism is directly connected with “exclusive” social policies. The future hope for America is through “inclusive” policies that eliminates racism, hatreds, and injustices.

Denying the truth will never stop the truth, thus younger generations need to be exposed to the ideas that are in opposition to the narrow-minded Republican Party. The present day Republican Party is being driven by racism and hatred. Parents are attempting to disguise racism by denying Black Lives Matter, police brutality, voter suppression, political liars, and a series of other corrupt principals. It may take years but eventually the truth will prevail, and when that happens many adults will be left out in the cold.

(THE USE OF DEADLY FORCE IS NOT AN ACCEPTABLE METHOD OF MAINTAINING LAW AND ORDER.)

(BLACK LIVES MATTER)

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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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DIRECT TALK IS NECESSARY

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