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“Fear not the path of truth for the lack of people walking on it.” – RFK
I caught most of Obama’s speech yesterday before I left for work and ended up listening to the rest of it on the Air America site. I found the speech to be surprisingly inspirational. The fact that Obama would speak about the complexity of race and religion in his own life with such frankness made him seem brave, smart, sincere, authentic… the sort of person I would love to see in some position of power in this country.
I came to work this morning thinking there might be a great surge in patriotism and good will as a result of such an honest and heartfelt public invocation… so I visited some news sites to check the aftermath of the speech, only to see a long list of entries on the Washington Post site that shocked and depressed me. Are there really white people in this country who still cannot acknowledge the aftereffects of slavery and segregation? Every time I’m confronted with this ignorance I slump in my chair in disbelief and deep sadness.
The notion I then have, which is at the same time a minuscule comfort and a disheartening truth about the nature of mankind, is that this “condition” of seeing some portion of our communities as “other” has been with us since the time of the Neanderthals.
Yes, all races have unique cultural components… even blacks and whites, but as RFK said, “can we perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.”
It is chronicled in our books of faith. Every Sunday Christian congregations around the world hear the message of Christ, the message of the new covenant, to love everyone, without exception… and yet, we cannot do it. What does that say about us… about mankind?
I read the enormous library of blog postings, pro and con, responding to Obama’s speech and I’m saddened by how unable we are to extend empathy to those different from ourselves.
I was also reminded of another great speech, given nearly 40 years ago by another visionary while campaigning in Ohio. His words have just as much resonance today as they did then… maybe even more… as we obviously have still not come to terms with our own issues of race and violence 40 years later… here is only the last portion of his speech:
Robert Kennedy, City Club of Cleveland, Cleveland, Ohio
April 5, 1968
“Too often we honor swagger and bluster and wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach non-violence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.
Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear: violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleansing of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is the slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.
I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies, to be met not with cooperation but with conquest; to be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community; men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear, only a common desire to retreat from each other, only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this, there are no final answers.
Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is not what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of humane purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of others. We must admit in ourselves that our own children’s future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanquish it with a program, nor with a resolution.
But we can perhaps remember, if only for a time, that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short moment of life; that they seek, as do we, nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and in happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
Surely, this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely, we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men, and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our own hearts brothers and countrymen once again.”
Shallow Breast Guy honors my wieners

Okay… I know that header was in really bad taste, but I couldn’t resist. As many of you have figured out, Shallow Breast Guy is none other than Stephan Pastis, creator of Pearls Before Swine. In this past Sunday’s comic he used my two wiener dogs as cast members in his strip. Too bad Andy and Olive can’t read. Here’s what the real Andy and Olive look like (photo taken by my pal, Susan.) And trust me when I say, these two have never been tethered in the yard. It’s couches, cushions and carpeted stairs for these two!

Video of reading at the Three Dollar Cafe
For anyone who might have missed it, here is the video of the reading from Jane’s World Volume 8 that I did for Prism Comics during Wondercon. Don’t worry, I didn’t read the entire book, no spoilers, just a few pages to entice you. Oh, and by the way, Jane’s World Volume 8 is now available to purchase from the Jane’s World store.
Thanks again to the Three Dollar Bill Cafe for hosting the event and thanks to Tommy Roddy for uploading the video to YouTube so that I could swipe it for my blog.
And just a note, if you would like to order Jane’s World Volume 8 from Jane’s Mart, you might not want to use Firefox as your web browser, for some reason they aren’t compatible.
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