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Will We Make It to the Finish Line?


Will We Make It to the Finish Line?

As I gather information from a variety of sources quite often before I post on social media—quite rarely do I put something up I don’t have faith in. Sometimes though, I do it for a laugh or to throw people off just a bit. Part of that is—a trust factor. One query that I cannot definitively know is—Will We Make It to the Finish Line? That is about our country, our society being of a democratic nature. Although our democracy has been said that it was/is an experiment.

With experiments, there is a need for growth and increasing our bandwidths of thinking and allowing. However, one of them is to not violate basic human decency and the rule of law. Especially, when it comes to ‘due process’. Applying a strong moral compass, as not to be swayed by bullies.

At least 32% of our voting public have either gone willfully into darkness, due to their own inequities or they’ve allowed others to tell them how they must think/vote or are sheerly willfully ignorant.  I recently had a conversation with our oldest, as she’d asked me, “Why do people that I had made friends with, in college are now being mean to me?” I’d heard quite a bit over the past few years, and met some of them. Too, had some of them over my home during the nearly four years she’d been friends with them.

I responded the other night, “They’re not in your field of study. They know that your field of study was quite difficult. They come from such incredible wealth, one having a home five times the size of our middle-class single-family home. Two didn’t have to foot the same university payments for the education you’ve been receiving. We are out of state and paying about double what they’d been paying. Their mothers didn’t have to work and basically didn’t work fulltime—if at all. They know how we live, where we live and so forth. The three friends also don’t currently have an internship as you do. Too, they are all moving back home after graduation—you’re not. They will need further schooling, and you will not. You already have a job and have sought future housing on your own, they haven’t. It is their own inequities you are experiencing.”

We spoke further; I listened. Then I remarked, “What’s truly incomprehensible is… with all their wealth. The fact they have both biological parents alive, and they are white and they also consider themselves somewhat to the left and one of them perhaps to the center, they have no compassion for you. Regardless of the fact that you all voted the same. Too, you never knew your biological parents and we can’t find them, perhaps ever. And in your school years you had to deal with looking different than not only your parents, yet 99% of the people you attended school with. That along with constant jabs of bigotry aimed at you with no recompense. And in your high school years, we lost the only father you ever knew. You watched him die, and they knew this. All three friends and many of your friends across the board didn’t work year-round since they were aged fourteen as you had. And you are only spoiled by the love that dad and I gave you. And that is what any child deserves from their parents, but most don’t receive it unconditionally. I know, for I was one of those children and I decided I would not repeat what was done to me. Once a person turns eighteen, they are supposed to have dominion over rectifying how they treat others and how they want to be treated. And if a person has not adjusted this to make love a two-way street without conditions by age twenty-one, then everything they do, everything they have will be based on conditions including love.”

So, this leads me to our nation’s issues. White people regardless of how liberal they think they are or are not. It is those actions of jealousy that destroy a country. And here now we have a bunch of people who’ve voted based on their own inequities. They’ve voted in a criminal, a rapist, whose only claims to fame are rape, bankruptcy and insulting nearly everyone and everything. Why? Because for him everything is based on a condition. A country cannot fully evolve and survive on conditional love. A country based on conditional love is not free. There is no fairness, no equality in it. Its insides become dead. Anything that arrives from it is forced out of fear and inequities. Will We Make It to the Finish Line? The finish line of equality, justice for all, regardless of race, color, creed, ethnicity, gender, and so much more, will we? Will We keep our Constitution, and improve upon our Democracy making all lives equal, not just for the white men, straight, Christians? You have to ask yourselves: Have your living and caring been based on conditions—Rather than out of unconditional love for your fellow human being? --- Jody-Lynn Reicher

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