When People Try to Tell Me What I Believe

Here’s one of the things that really toasts my cookies: When other people want to tell ME what I believe and why I do what I do.

Classic example: Several years ago, I was trying to share my spiritual beliefs with someone else, and instead of listening and learning more about what I believed right from the source (me), this person actually told me that he’d gone to Wikipedia to find out what I believed, and that I should go there, too, to find out what I believed. Which. What?!! Here I am, right in front of you, sharing my thoughts and feelings and beliefs, and you’re telling me to find out what I REALLY believe in Wikipedia?!! Sheesh.

And lately, I’ve experienced a lot of this nonsense when it comes to politics, too. There are folks out there eager to let me know why I stand on street corners with my TRUTH JUSTICE KINDNESS sign, rather than actually listening to what I have to say about it. In fact, they’re not really interested in what I have to say. Maybe what I have to say would make them uncomfortable. They’d rather affix motivations and motives to me that have nothing to do with me, than try to understand where I’m coming from.

If you’re actually interested in why I stand with my sign, here it is, right from the “horse’s mouth”: I’m heartbroken by what I see happening to my country – the bullying, bigotry, and hate, the violence and corruption, that seem to be running rampant and unchecked. What I witnessed on my television on January 6, 2021, was shocking and inexcusable. What I’ve witnessed since then continues to run counter to everything I believe in: Victims of sex trafficking being brushed aside by government officials as if they don’t matter so that rapists with political clout can walk free; the hate and divisiveness that has led to the assassinations of Charlie Kirk, Rep. Hortman, and her husband, and violent attacks on Nancy Pelosi’s husband, and Sen. John Hoffman and his wife; our nation’s participation in wars that have killed thousands of innocent children; the government knowingly detaining citizens and people who are in this country LEGALLY because they happen to have the “wrong” last name or skin color; and government agents ignoring the laws set down in our Constitution that protect ALL people (both those here legally, and those not) from being beaten, slammed against walls, thrown to the ground, shot in the back, shot in the face, sent to facilities where their medical needs are ignored, and deported to prisons of torture in foreign countries without any due process or a public trial.

Are you okay with all of this? Because I am not. And I believe we need to let the world know that we are not okay with this. Hence, my TRUTH JUSTICE KINDNESS sign and my time spent with friends on street corners. Holding a sign on a street corner isn’t the ONLY way to stand up for what’s right, but it’s one way. I appreciate anyone who takes the time to participate in non-violent resistance against cruelty, racism, sexism, and bullying – even if it just means holding a sign for an hour.

I am not standing on a corner holding my sign because some gazillionaire is paying me to do it. I’m doing it because I couldn’t live with myself if I did nothing.

In Mourning for My Country

I’d never heard of Charlie Kirk until his death. It doesn’t sound like he and I had much in common, politically or otherwise. But his death has put me in mourning – not for him, personally – as I said I’d never heard of him – but I’m in mourning for my country. I’m in mourning for all the schoolchildren killed by guns, and the resort to violence that has taken the lives of people on both the left and the right. I’m in mourning for the death of basic civility and respect for life. I’m in mourning for the death of decency in our political system.

But here’s what’s keeping me going through my mourning: Every day I encounter people who still show kindness, who still show generosity. These aren’t celebrities and politicians – these are just “regular” people who have the courage to get out of bed every day and face whatever the world throws at them. These are our world’s real heroes. For our world’s kind people, I am grateful.

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What Did They Think Was Going to Happen on January 6th?!

I have friends who tell me that Donald Trump didn’t expect there to be violence on January 6th – that it was actually “leftists” who brought the violence to the capitol to make Donald Trump look bad. And I keep coming back to this one question: What did the people who showed up for Trump’s “rally” expect was going to happen on that day? Did they really think that they were going to stand peacefully outside the capitol, holding their signs and yelling “STOP THE STEAL!” or whatever other lies they’d been told and that the legislators were going to go, “Oh, okay. Let’s discount the votes of the more than 81 million people who voted for Biden, and the 306 electoral votes he got, and just give this to Trump”?

Did Donald Trump really think he was going to change the results of the election by sending his followers to the capitol building to peacefully protest? Seriously?!

These Days I’m More Concerned With How I Feel About Myself

“Know thyself, and God will supply the wisdom and the occasion for a victory over evil.”
– Mary Baker Eddy

There have been several times in my life when I have had the opportunity to learn more of who I am by being put in a position where I needed to respond to violence, or the threat of violence.

– Once I was waiting to pick up my son from a movie and I saw a young man sitting on top of another young man, pounding his head into the parking lot pavement. Without thinking, I walked into the ring of young spectators watching this happen, and tried to pull the attacker off his victim. I yelled, “Stop it! You’re killing him!” And one of the spectators said, “Lady, you better be careful. This guy could have a knife!” I turned on him and asked him why he was just watching, why he wasn’t trying to help. And then I put my hands on my hips and announced, “I AM A TEACHER!” – like I was some kind of super hero or something and that was going to make them all stop. The guy who was smashing the other guy’s head into the pavement sort of paused then, and looked up at me for a minute, and then went back to doing what he was doing. There were other people there – outside the circle, watching while this was happening – but at one point I remember looking up to see another parent – the mother of one of my son’s friends – had stepped into the circle with me. I remember being amazed by this and she said, “Well, I wasn’t going to let you be in here alone!” That’s always stayed with me – that this woman I didn’t know well had stepped into the circle with me to back me up. Anyway. Pretty soon the police came out and took care of it all. Afterwards I realized what I’d done was pretty foolish – but I was glad I’d done it anyway. I’d learned something about myself that night.

– I remember feeling some fear as I drove to participate in the local BLM rally last June – there’d already been some stories of guys with pistols and rifles showing up at other rallies to intimidate the protesters and I’d heard rumors that there’d be some of these guys at this rally, too. But I remember coming to terms with that as I drove there – praying for the safety of EVERYone there – protesters and gun folks alike. When I pulled into the parking lot, sure enough, there were guys with rifles slung over their shoulders and holsters with guns and assorted other black metal things tucked away in belts and pockets. I got out of the car, pulled up my mask, and made eye contact with a man with a rifle – raised my eyebrows and pointed to my “TRUTH JUSTICE KINDNESS” sign – and I remember he kind of smiled and said, “We hope so.” And in that moment – maybe when I realized these guys with the weapons were the ones who were really scared – all fear just vanished for me. The rally was a peaceful one.

– And this is a story I haven’t shared until now, but I think now is the right time. One time when I was working at a nonprofit school another teacher came out of her office – still talking to the student that was in her office as she approached me – and handed me the note you see below: “We are not SAFE.” I’m going to skip everything that happened after this, except for this one part: At one point I had a clear choice – one choice brought sure safety for myself, but left my colleague on her own (this is the choice I know my colleague wanted me to make for myself) – and the other choice brought possible danger to myself, but meant I would stay by my colleague through this experience. I took a deep breath and chose to stay with my friend. I’m so grateful I made that choice. I don’t know how I’d live with myself if I hadn’t.

And I’m happy to say that’s what it all comes down to for me now – I’m no longer so concerned about how other people feel about me – these days I’m more concerned with how I feel about MYself. I know I won’t always make the “right choice” – I still mess up majorly sometimes – but I’m learning more and more I can trust myself – and there is a certain power in that, you know?
– Karen Molenaar Terrell

I Still Believe In US

Happiness is spiritual, born of Truth and Love. It is unselfish; therefore  it cannot exist alone, but requires all mankind to share it.
– Mary Baker Eddy

Non-violence is the greatest force at the disposal of mankind. It is mightier than the mightiest weapon of destruction devised by the ingenuity of man.
– Mahatma Gandhi

How wonderful  it is that nobody need wait a single moment before starting to improve the world.
– Anne Frank