Remembering the Past 8-4-2019

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This is a noble statue, but not everybody agrees with me. There is a movement in the United States to tear down and destroy monuments honoring the memory of who we once were. Some claim the statues are racist because they honor the heroes of the Civil War, but whomever the man on the horse is, he gave up his home and family to support the beliefs of his Country.

This statue happens to be General Lee, but it could represent Everyman. Whether or not, Everyman wore blue or grey, he was a hero and he should be remembered, and honored, as such.

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Slavery is horrible, and that doesn’t change just because it was a hundred years ago. But, we have to remember, slavery has been around as long as man. Every race and creed has probably been subjected to slavery at one point or another. It was not right, but it was who we were. It is also not right for us to try to destroy and hide the actions of the past, no matter if we agree with them or not.

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The issue, though, isn’t really past slavery as much as some people would have us believe. Every man, woman and child has the right to defend their beliefs. Some people still carry the Slavery Badge, but I can’t help but think it is no longer about slavery but entitlement. Slavery was wrong, but dwelling on the past is a sure path to destruction.

Blacks were considered less than human. So were the Jews in the Holocaust. The mentally ill. Should we tear down all the memorials to the Holocaust? Should we forget what happened?

What about the America Indians? The memorials to Rome? After all, Rome embraced slavery.

If we tear down the memorials and reminders of the past, we will also forget the horrors of the past. And, if we forget, I guarantee you we are bound to make the same mistakes in the future.

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There is still slavery in this world for men, women and children. Why is this less horrendous to the modern us than the men and women of yesterday? They fought. Are we? Are we standing in line to save the women and children being trafficked as sex slaves? The men smuggled into our country to spend the reminder of their lives working to pay off the smugglers.

The Civil War is part of who we are and who we will be tomorrow and in a hundred years. Trying to wipe it under the rug doesn’t change the facts.

If we hide the past, we will forget the past. If we forget the past, we will relive the past. If we relive the past, how many more will die?

“A Virginia judge has ruled that statues of Confederate generals Robert E. Lee and Thomas J. “Stonewall” Jackson in Charlottesville are war monuments that the city cannot remove without permission from the state.

In a nine-page ruling obtained from the University of Virginia School of Law website, Circuit Court Judge Richard E. Moore said neither the intentions of the people who erected the statues nor how they make people feel change the fact that the statues pay homage to the Civil War. Moore cited state code in his ruling that says it is illegal for municipalities to rove such monuments to war.”

(Written Memorial Day 2019)


Friday Fictioneers 10-3-2017

He watched the island falling behind, harvest moon rising over the land like an omen.

“I will never come back here,” he said aloud, repeating the words in his mind. Never come back.

That didn’t mean he wouldn’t do his duty. He would. Bravely and proudly, he would serve his country.

But, his eyes remained fixed on the island growing smaller in their wake, smudged to nothing by falling dark.

Soon it was gone.

He turned away, letting go of what he had lost forever.


His mother held the flag from his coffin like she once held her son.

He was home.


Friday Fictioneers – March 25, 2016

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They gathered round the toilet, heads bowed, hands clasped before them.

John’s eyes met Tim’s. “This has to be the weirdest thing I’ve ever done.”

“You haven’t been here long,” was the reply.

“We gather here,” Sam said, “to mourn the memory of Sir John Harington, inventor of the flush toilet.”

Magic Marker on the toilet seat pronounced ‘Memorial for Sir John, Master of Crap.’

“All hail Sir John.”

They each sprinkled the pansies with water.

“And,” Sam continued, “freaking father of wealth.” Looked up.  “Let’s go people! Busy. Busy.”

Separating, they headed to their Robertson Plumbing trucks to start the day.