Ignore the Truth

January 30, 2015.

Passing Thoughts

So in a matter of thirty days the tale has been told to the Universe and in the same number of days the story of the three journalists held capive in Egypt for over a year has evaporated, as has the attack on freedom of speech in France eclipsed by things far more interesting.  Our family routines have started to come back to pre November 12, 2013 and the experience continues to get smaller and smaller in our collective rear view mirror.

I cannot relax however, now that I was converted over the past year, knowing that there are so many people - mostly Black, in horrible jail conditions, waiting to have their first appearance in court.  last year I re-read 'To Kill a Mockingbird" and I was reminded that fiction is not always fiction and this past year marked the anniversaries of so many monumental milestones in civil rights and many important people passed as well.  Ultimately, in my opinion, it seems that very little has changed over the past fifty years in how we all live and get along with one another because nice folks don't know the truth.  Nice folks wouldn't believe that Edward Snowden might have something to tell us.  Nice folks wouldn't believe that a black kid might be cold one evening in Florida and wear a hoodie, and why would people be upset about Grand jury stuff.  Nice people believe that all is good.  We go to Church, we read the news that is selectively given to us because advertising dollars drive the stories that are covered and we live our lives in an ignorant glow that comes from full tummies.

I am tired of sounding bitter and cynical and now I am going to have to work hard in finding my way back into world that celebrates achievement and looks for the escalator to get to a higher level faster.  A world that loves innovation and fashion and art and music and literature and culture and civilization.

I am sorry that so many people suffer in the hands of other greedy and creepy people, people who suffern because of some devils who hide behind the armour of religion and some who hide behind the kryptonite that money and power and a government for the people and by the people buys.  I sure hope that there is a journalist still alive who will care to fix what a Peach, round and ripe and who boozes easily is no longer capable, or motivated and interested in fixing all by herself!  My family survived and that was all that a Peach could do.

And that is how I learned that ignorance is bliss.