Fan Friday—Ferguson Again


A lot of folks would say I’m a horrible person, but I really just want to say, “Knock it the hell off, Ferguson!” Why do I want to say this? A lot of reasons:

1. I’m tired of hearing about it.

2. I’m tired of worrying if my kid’s school will be affected, if we’ll be safe driving him there.

3. I’m tired of worrying about the violence spreading.

Besides all this, I’m tired of hearing the same old crap. From everyone.

Best I can tell, it comes down to these basic issues:

The protestors think they’re being discriminated against some/a lot/most of the time. They want justice for Mike Brown and others.

Obviously, being a white woman, I can’t really speak to the discrimination, but given the culture of today, many, many people are constantly being “offended” by one little thing or another and claim to be “picked on.” Many of us simply shrug and move on. Oh, I could easily take, for instance, the actions of drivers in the STL area quite personally and assume everyone is out to get me, but I curse, shrug, and move on. Seems like a lot of people could do the same, and everyone would be less “offended.”

At the same time, I have friends who have told me that many instances of blatant discrimination are quite real—and I believe them. Things I have a hard time believing are those like the story of the father of the recent shooting victim. He said that his son was a “good boy” and didn’t have a gun that night. Well, unless that dad frisked his son and was with him every moment, he can’t be 100% sure the kid didn’t have a gun. Stuff like this inflames everyone.

I have two boys, and one is in prison. I’m his mother, but I’m not dumb enough or naïve enough to believe everything he says. Hell, I normally don’t believe ANYTHING he says, ever, unless I have absolute proof right in front of me.

The other one is has never been in any kind of trouble at all—but, for example, I just found out today that one of his band camp activities was going to Swing Around Fun Town, a small fact he neglected to mention when I asked about that weekend. All he’d told me was that they “played music and had pizza.”

Sheesh. And I’m not complaining, it wasn’t an attempt to hide anything, he’s just vague on details sometimes. And, for the record, I’ve NEVER been a parent who automatically believes, when my kids are in trouble, that they’re pure, innocent angels; neither do I automatically believe they’re guilty.

So what is justice? Righting a wrong, having someone pay for a crime, being fair.

Is discrimination fair? Of course not. However, in the Mike Brown case, Darren Wilson was found not culpable. There was nothing to charge him with. STL County said that, and so did the feds.

That. Is. Justice.

You may disagree, that’s your right, but it IS justice. The facts were examined and a conclusion drawn, and that’s the way the process works. Demanding that it go YOUR way is not justice; that’s your opinion and also your right to hold.

This is the justice system.

Sometimes, it’s full of crap, but that’s the way it goes. My aforementioned son received a sentence of four years in the MO DOC for property damage. They said he bashed in a glass door at a gas station. He probably did. I’m still not convinced that’s right, because I’ve seen armed robbers and those charged with assault and DWI receive much lesser sentences, but that’s what the courts decided.

You break the law, you take your chances.

No, of course every crime doesn’t deserve death, but the powers that be decided that Mike was assaulting an officer and tried to grab his gun. I think even small children know this is risky. It’s not like Darren Wilson decided he was going to kill a black guy that day or anyone on any day.

And a lot of people are going to say, “Oh, so you’re TIRED. Big freakin’ whoop. How do you think I feel?”

Well, I don’t know. I’ve left an open invite to anyone involved in the protests to come talk to me, but I haven’t heard diddly. Okay, so maybe no one reads this. But a lot times, I think people like Antonio French and Chappelle-Nadal and others are just trying to get their own names out there. Seems like they go through the motions of caring but really don’t do much but yack and flail their arms around, trying to look like big shots.

So sue me. You won’t get much.

But if I can talk to people, why can’t you? Yes, you, whoever you are, reading this. It comes down to people, not parties, not race.

Black people are angry, but I think they might need to stop and look at exactly to whom they’re directing this anger. Okay, okay, it’s my opinion! Geez. Relax. All I mean is that it seems to be directed to cops and white people, all and in general.

Think about this—if you’re black, don’t you have at least one white friend? And if you’re white, you have at least one black friend, right? If neither of these apply to you, you need more friends. Seriously.

Do you hate your friend of a different race? Of course not. Do you agree with this friend about everything? Probably not. Do you actually TALK to this friend, have conversations, that sort of thing?

So there’s no problem, right? With you and your friend? What’s the difference, then, between your race and his? Black and white? Not very much.

Let’s talk history. MLK and Rosa Parks. I think a lot of people want to be like them, but this is a different era—much more violence, more media attention, more instant “news.” A lot has changed. You can’t go back in time and have a re-do of the civil rights movement. You have to create your own.

And I’m all for civil disobedience, but you have to temper that with the rights of others. I can quietly go about my own brand of civil disobedience, ignoring ridiculous county rules and regulations for example, and it affect no one but me. It does, however, get my point across, and if I were to organize others, we could perhaps have change.

If I did this, you would have maybe 100 people stop paying their trash bills—because they have other methods of trash disposal—instead of bowing to the government because it says you MUST pay for trash service, regardless of whether or not you use it. This is not, by the way, infrastructure; we all use roads, we all benefit from education and school taxes.

Trash pickup is purely arbitrary, much like health insurance. Ahem.

So, my point is that this would affect no one but those who refused trash service and the accompanying bill. It would not interfere with anyone else’s rights to travel, to be safe, to pay for and have their own trash picked up each week.

THAT is civil disobedience.

When you interfere with MY rights of free travel (I-70 shutdown), it does more than make me late for whatever appointment I may have. And guess what? It makes me angry. Hey, look—I’m angry too, just like you! Different reasons, and you may think your reasons are better, but it doesn’t matter; THAT is your opinion. My opinion is different. Neither is a fact.

What happens when I get angry? I don’t want to listen. When you are angry, you don’t want to listen either. So if the white people, who are, as some have said, “inconvenienced,” don’t want to listen, then what is the point of what you call “civil disobedience?”

Nothing. There is no point except to cause trouble.

Sure, there are white people who participated in the protests and the demonstrations. Good for them. But why are they there? Support? Solidarity? Belief in a cause? Are they truly your brothers and sisters, and if so, why? Why not all white people?

I really would like to know.

 

After I wrote this, I read a blog written by a black man who said white people always want to talk. Huh. Not sure I understand the problem. Communication goes a long way. Then again, I’m white. What do I know?

 

 

 

Fan Friday—Trust


Sorry about the lack of a Work Wednesday post; frankly, I was too tired after that long drive back to STL.

However, I did use the time to do some thinking, and my question to myself was this:

Do I trust the government?

A pretty broad question, but I started from the top down. Regarding our president, no, I never “liked” him. Of course, I don’t “know” him, so maybe that’s part of it, but I always found it strange that no one had ever heard of him and here he was, front and center, winning the election. Odd. I also thought that he was a fantastic speaker, very inspiring, but short on substance. End point: no trust.

Note: this does not make me a racist.

Congress. Dear God. What a cluster. I’d venture a guess that a very, very few of our representatives or senators are actually effective. And by “effective,” I mean they get up, go to work, accomplish goals. The impression I have is that they occasionally go to work and screw around. Figuratively if not literally.

I’d like to believe that these people entered politics to help make things better. Perhaps. Some of them. What I see, however, is that, in general, they’re in it for themselves, then the PACs and lobbyists, then maybe will throw a bone to their constituents.

Nope, no trust. Not really.

Trust, of course, means that I believe they will do what’s best for me, or for the majority of the citizens.

Let’s look at the state level. Ah, Jay Nixon. Idiot extraordinaire. Sorry, but it’s my blog, my opinion.

I remember him from way back. Not impressed then. But during and after the Michael Brown fiasco, oh, good Lord. Grow a pair already, Jay, and take some action. Do something. Protect the people. Make a damn decision.

Trust level: zero.

So, if I don’t trust the government, does that make me a nutjob? Paranoid? Stupid? I don’t think so. I’m none of those things, so my change in opinion of my government has no bearing on my own capabilities. I think a lot of people are the same way.

My biggest question is whether or not things are truly worse these days, or is it just because of 24-hour media—and that’s a whole other issue, as the term “un-biased media” is one hell of a joke now—and social media, which gives a voice to nearly everyone, all the time, with relatively little fallout.

So what would you do in this situation?

Our plan is to live on the farm, be self-sufficient, and keep our heads down.

Let me give you a comparison, and yes, I’m well aware that we’ll still pay taxes and still use infrastructure like roads, etc.:

STL—government regulated utilities, such as water, sewer, gas, electric, trash.

Farm—well, lagoon, electric co-op.

STL—silly county regulations.

Farm—it’s OUR property.

I’m pretty sure that if my doc would come out to the farm to take my blood pressure, it would be about 20 points or so lower than it is here in STL. At the farm, we aren’t regulated to death—and if you haven’t already experienced that here, you must be special. Wait until the barbeque smoke ordinance reaches STL.

Come to think of it, shortly after we bought our house here, we had a fire out back in our stone firepit. It met the “code” and had been here for years before we moved in. Naturally, someone complained.

The CCFD showed up, along with a county officer. CCFD shrugged it off, told us to be careful. County decided we had to put it out because the firepit wasn’t “regulation.” Not that she got out of her car to look at it . . .

Seems we can only “burn leaves” certain months out of the year. Guess who has 30 trees and STILL has leaves all over the place, in August??

Another time, a county inspector came by because we “had a pile of brush” in the back yard. That was my son’s “fort” that he’d built. We also had a few limbs that we hadn’t yet gotten around to shredding and chopping, because my husband was working 60 hours a week; they’d been sitting in the back, out of sight, next to our woodlot for about two weeks.

The second inspector to pay us a visit had had a complaint about a pool in the backyard. It was barely visible from the street, and it was four feet deep—according to the county, any deeper required a fence. When I pointed that out to the inspector, he said it was standing water and a mosquito hazard. He said it had to be fenced to protect against mosquitoes.

Say what?

So I asked about the creek, ostensibly owned by MSD, and said that if my little pool had to be fenced against mosquitoes, so did the creek. It doesn’t flow during the summer, unless it rains.

He gave up and left.

But seriously, WHY should I have to put up with this bullshit on my own property?

Governmental interference. Ridiculous. Stupid.

No, I don’t trust them at all.