Black and White- White on Black -White on White – Black on Black

By | July 13, 2016

I believe this is the disease we have in America:  Black AND White- White on Black – White on White – Black on Black.

As you see by its name it takes many forms but the symptoms are very much the same.

As I think about and pray about what on Earth to say about the despicable and despairing violence that struck all of us last week… I am at a loss for words.  I DID have several ideas after EACH event.

However, when I put them all together, MY words did not edify. MY words did not console. MY words did not revive the dead, nor relieve the suffering of everyone.

I saw some fine posts. Yet each only touched the surface.

Last night as I sat watching the sunset, I heard the echoes of a song I learned years ago. And Wept.

Respect the Living

Honor the Dead

When I learned that song I was still in high school.  Experiencing the riots in Newark, NJ just down the street from where I lived. Across the street from where some of my friends lived. I recalled the deep fear and anxiety that I felt then.  I did not even live in the suburbs. It was metropolitan New Jersey. Yes, I am white. Was then too!!

I was disturbing my grandparents with my laments ( we had a 4 generation household). So I went to my room, turned on some protest music about the Vietnam War and sat on the floor holding my very white fluffy cat as I wept.

Apparently I was somewhat hysterical because someone called my pragmatic boyfriend to come and calm me down.

Kyrie Eleison… rang through my head and heart then.

And it does today.

 

Kyrie Eleison.

May the peace of God which passes all human understanding guide and protect us all.

Kyrie Eleison

THE ASSOCIATION LYRICS
“Requiem For The Masses”

Requiem Aeternum Requiem Aeternum

Momma momma forget your pies
Have faith they won’t get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full at half-mast
For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull

Red was the color of his blood flowing thin
Pallid white was the color of his lifeless skin
Blue was the color of the morning sky
from the ground where he died
It was the last thing that was seen by him

Kyrie Eleison

Momma momma forget your pies
Have faith they won’t get cold
And turn your eyes to the bloodshot sky
Your flag is flying full at half-mast
For the matadors who turned their backs to please the crowd
And all fell before the bull

Black and white were the figures that recorded him
Black and white was the newsprint he was mentioned in
Black and white was the question that so bothered him
He never asked he was taught not to ask
But was on his lips as they buried him

Rex Tremendae Majestatis

Requiem aeternum Requiem aeternum

Rest in Peace –Orlando, Dallas, Alton Sterling,  Philando Castille and unfortunate next ones.

Black and White and all other colors MUST learn to respect each other at all ages and in all places. We ARE ONE family of humans.