Six Sentence Story- The Sin of Broad Brushes


He’d gotten away with a bald-faced lie and Jonathan knew that was a sin, but weren’t refusing to render aid to someone ‘in need’ or failing to keep a promise also sins?

It had been a fitfully long night as Jonathan continued struggling with his own conscience until the first morning light turned the two-man tent cover from black, to pea soup green, and he hadn’t slept a ‘wink’.

Duncan moaned and smacked his lips but wasn’t awake yet and Jonathan realized he preferred that to the 8 hours of tooth grinding that he had had to endure.

The two young men had become fast friends over the last 2 months at the papermill; The same mill where Jonathan had just ruined his perfect 5-year work record with a tape-recorded “call-out” message stating that he had a ‘family emergency’- all inspired by a most desperate call from Duncan who was insisting that he’d have to leave town “Right away!”.

Duncan had jumped into the car all wild-eyed and sweaty last evening claiming that the cops were after him for an armed robbery he hadn’t committed just because he was the only black man who lived nearby the mini-mart and from all the racism horror stories that Duncan had marinated Jonathan in, as well as, the recent eye-opening workplace ‘equity training’, Jonathan’s promise to protect his new friend from the growing scourge of racism that America was “built upon”, was now dramatically playing out.

Once Duncan got up and staggered away from the tent to relieve himself, Jonathan knew time was still ‘of the essence’ and set about breaking down their hastily built, remote, campsite- that’s when he discovered the bag of wadded-up cash and the handgun…

First Line Friday: July 16, 2021 Progress

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“I summon you, the beasts of war!”
That was an extraordinary statement for a School Board meeting. In fact, Latrelle had never even heard that statement during his 25 year service in the U.S. Army!
But, he was there in support of the message that Critical Race Theory was poisoning his grandchildren’s chance at a harmonious future so he applauded his neighbor, and lifelong friend, Jerry, after his impassioned call to purge it from the public school curriculum.

When it was Latrelle’s turn to speak, he decided to calm the discussion by simply describing the definition of racism and drawing attention to the, not so long ago, goal of educators to offer useful skills to kids rather than their current “save the world” through indoctrination mania.

His heart sank as Jerry was escorted from the venue by police for ‘supposedly’ threatening everyone’s safety. Yeah, Jerry was so dangerous, alright. He was the guy who’d lost an arm defending his ‘brothers in uniform’ in Afghanistan.
So much had changed since he grew up in that neighborhood!

Jerry used to joke about Latrelle having more rhythm and liking fried chicken while he always told Jerry that if chaos broke out, all he’d have to do is outrun his ‘skinny white ass’. Good times!

But since his return, Jerry’s exchanges weren’t the same. They were guarded, actually, borderline robotic. Even the direct eye contact they’d shared all their lives was now minimal.

Latrelle, initially assumed that Jerry had been changed by the war but, more and more, he suspected that it was something even harder to describe. His whole hometown had lost its warmth and cohesiveness.
He certainly couldn’t see any.

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For our souls…

My husband and I had many differences. One centered on our music preferences.

As an ex-naval man, he’d had a few unfortunate instances where black friends felt the need to abandon friendship (his and theirs), in favor of, their racial affiliations. He was hurt by this, and therefore, felt discrimination of a different kind. He talked of having really wonderful “buddies” who acted as if he were an “enemy” when grouped with “their kind”. You know, I don’t think he ever had a prejudiced inclination until this occurred.

Well, my affinity for Motown, didn’t make him happy. My goodness, R&B is awesome and sensual. I’d never considered it a racial statement but dang good music.

He aged and mellowed, a bit, before I put my foot down. I loved R&B and his unfortunate experiences, had nothing to do with whether I could continue to love it.

This post is for anyone, black or white, who has felt the “heat” and ugliness of racism. Grow-up! Rise above the hurt and embrace our humanity. We can only adjust our own attitudes, but that’s a great start.

The Confederate Flag was not all about anti-black sentiment and Motown is, truly, all about soul…. Not black soul or white soul. The human soul.

Humanity First

My sister and I were discussing raising children a few weeks ago. I cannot remember what prompted it but she made a comment,”You don’t know what it’s like to be a black mother.” I agreed right away. But, that whole exchange bothered me and came into focus moments ago when I posted,”In my opinion, once you entertain the idea that there is a black way of thinking and a white way of thinking, you become a racist. Kids are kids and need just the same kind of support. I don’t need to know what it’s like to be a black mom…just need to know what a mom is.” as my Facebook status.

One very thoughtful friend already responded with,” But cultures are different.”

My response to her comment helped me clear up my mental dilemma further.”Until we embrace our humanity first, (people are so much more alike than different) we won’t become brothers and sisters in spirit.”

Which brings me to the disclaimer: My sister and I would never refuse our last coin or food for any living thing in need. We are alike in most ways except in the arena of  “liberalism” and “conservatism” . I am in no way claiming one side is more or less compassionate. For the sake of this inquiry, let’s say my sister and I are from different “political” cultures.

When I watch a “war movie” the most frequent thought that I have when any soldier dies is, “How will his mother,sister,wife feel?” Even Genghis Khan had a mother, after all.

Political correctness sticks in my craw , by the way. In fact, I feel that political correctness has the exact opposite effect it wishes to engender. To focus on our differences keeps us apart. I know in my heart if  alien beings invaded our planet, what color a person is would hold no importance at all!

At a gathering of  family recently over the holidays, we were watching football. I noticed that Michael Vick had such a dark complexion that I couldn’t make out any of his face lest he smiled. I made a comment to that fact only  to have the  “political correctness genie” whisper in my ear. I didn’t rescind my comment and fell immediately, at ease, because I was among my family after all. This portion of  family weighs heavier toward liberalism than my conservative leanings but they know me better than to be cruel.

I played with that  uncomfortable PC  “genie” in my mind.

  • what I had said was visually true and only meant as an observation.
  • I absolutely do  dislike Michael Vick , not because he’s hard to see but because he tortured dogs.
  • I TOTALLY resented that, in another setting, my comment may have brought a dramatic response from people who didn’t know me and, possibly, a demand for an apology!

Gosh, can’t we all agree to be people first?  Moms,Dads,neighbors,mentors,etc. We all want to protect loved ones, pursue happiness and to be treated with respect.

Soon the politically correct posse will be marching to remove Andrew Jackson from the twenty-dollar bill. After all, he DID ignore congress and was personally responsible for the Cherokee Indian (oops, Native American.) Trail of Tears. As my Mom (a history teacher) had said to me when I was considering the need to erase Jackson from our consciousness for that very crime,” He was a man of HIS time.”

On that same theme, the word nigger and the confederate flag are from a different time. I don’t see the need or wisdom of erasing them. Why not let our words and misdeeds stand as an example that we dare not repeat?

Stand and Be Counted

I am a white American. My family history goes back to the American Revolution on one side and Early 20th Century immigration on the other.

I am tired of being blamed for slavery. I would help anyone without regard for their race,or sexual orientation. I love my country and our people.

I am one of many who refuses to be intimidated by accusations of racism and bias. I listen to Fox News ,as well as ,CNN and MSNBC. No one is 100% right or wrong but we are trying to make our nation live up to its promises of freedom and liberty.

I do not think the way to the future is big government who cares for those who will not try. All great ideas have their short comings. Welfare,social security and even FEMA are used and abused.

I do not believe our forefathers intended us to fight with each other or to accuse any citizens of unpatriotic behavior.

I do know that I am tired of supporting the lazy and their offspring.

Ashamed of those who believe we are an evil nation.

Proud of all who speak their mind without name calling.

I have been accused of being naive more than once but I believe in the American people and their votes will be counted in 2012.