coming out of my shell

coming out of my shell

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Photos from Orlando, 4 July 2016

I went with my daughter to Orlando the other day. We saw the makeshift mementos left after a memorial honoring the people who died in the Pulse Nightclub shooting.   

I was deeply moved by the love and the loss. I was painfully aware of the mementos left behind. They were especially meaningful because many were left by the grieving families and friends of the fallen.

I was struck by all the American flags and patriotic messages at the memorial site. I have not seen that many flags in one place since I was a kid watching a 4th of July parade in the 1950's. I'm not gonna lie, all those flags surprised me.

Most Pulse victims were either immigrants or the children/grandchildren of immigrants. Like most of our ancestors they came here because they wanted to be "free;" they actively chose to become Americans. And apparently, even after great tragedy, the families would still rather be in this large, violent, imperfect country than in their heritage countries.

The pride in Orlando is for being LGBT, Hispanic, a person of color. But it is also about remaining strong in the face of adversity, about refusing to be diminished or dehumanized by hatred, about being free to live one's life without fear or shame. It is still and always about freedom, isn't it? It is still a worthy cause to want freedom to be who you are as long as you don't hurt anyone else.

I understand how political disappointments can sour one's patriotism. Hey, I'm still mad Eugene McCarthy didn't get the Democratic nomination in 1968, and George McGovern in 1972. I can't understand why the NRA fights the ridiculously minimal form of gun control Obama is pushing. I wonder at the support Trump gets whenever he says something that lowers our moral standards. These are just some of the things that have driven me to despair about being an American. But you know, despair is a loser's game. 

Because there is also
still, and always, the "Good Fight" we hear so much about. It has everything to do with  "freedom and justice for all." I have been cynical. I took my eyes off the prize.



















9 comments:

  1. I WAS never a cynical person, but this year, with all the negativism and talks of hate, has made me want to crawl under the covers and pray that it all goes away. I have an opinion on how it came about with the media being a large part of it, but I still hold out hope that there are intelligent people who will do the right thing.

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    1. I'm thinkin' WE are the intelligent people who will do the right thing. We will refuse to hate.

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  2. Wow. Thank you for these images.

    I am so heartbroken, almost every day lately it seems, by the killings everywhere.

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    1. Yeah, what I wouldn't give for a Mahatma Ghandi or a Martin Luther King, Jr. right about now.

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  3. Sometimes I feel like I live in 2 separate worlds - one of the national and international world of violence, and the other of my community filled with compassion and neighbors helping neighbors. I have to believe that the majority of people in this world are kind, compassionate people. Unfortunately the minority bullies and radicals are able to do so much damage. I'm not sure now we stop them but I know, for my own mental health, I retreat to the natural world to breathe in the beauty. I need that balance or I would certainly fall into despair.

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    1. Good plan (retreating to the natural world). I also believe the majority of people are (or could be) kind and compassionate. Maybe one of the problems is that there are fewer and fewer people who believe that. Fear rattles us. Paranoia blinds us.

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  4. Fear rattles us. Paranoia blinds us. Truth.

    More good than bad. The bad have better press agents. ::sigh::

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    1. I think it is so important to fight fear mongering and refuse to let those bad press agents pull our strings.

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