This is awful! How can this ALL be happening? There is so much fire around us we have ash flying through the air. There are 3 hurricanes barreling their way through the Atlantic, one of them imminently threatening Florida. I mean I have no one close to me that lives in Florida that hasn’t left and yet I cannot stop watching! And then, of course there is trump! Since the election in November I have lived with constant anger and anxiety…I wake up with a tightness in my chest and my teeth grinding. Is this a plan from the cosmos for me and my tribe? Is this the end days as predicted by so many? Yesterday I had a fellow islander call me an idiot online. I mean, really? An adult…a senior adult…called me an idiot for posting an article about Rush Limbaugh! Really?!? And did I ignore it and just block him? Nope. I responded. And then it began. I created my own little fire/hurricane and it was all about trump. I have begun to dislike him and everything he stands for to a point of almost being irrational….well, maybe not irrational, but I have certainly given him a much larger place in my heart, head and soul than he should have.
Which brings me to PTSD. This condition has been my constant companion throughout my life. I believe trauma enters our lives and unless we are equipped to deal with it, it becomes one’s touchstone, and actual comfort zone. I know what to expect and how to survive the pain in a stressful life. Or at least I did. Until now. I don’t know where to go or how to escape. I try to engage with people from “the other side” but to be honest…I don’t care to know how they came to embrace their theology…it seems to me to be one of belligerent unkindness. Why would anyone wish to follow Steve Bannon. He embodies an unhealthy hatefulness that seeps through his skin…literally! Or trump…a narcissistic fool who has nothing to claim but money….he seems to have too much to be able to lose everything and so he keeps going under and on, invading lives.
The last post I made to this blog was September, 2014. Since then, different methods of signing in have been instituted in the effort to keep me and my blog page out of the hands of lurking hackers. These methods have done such a good job of keeping me safe, I couldn’t get in and it has taken me the better part of this day to get it sorted out…sort of!
The purpose of going through all of this is, and for those of you who have commented that I am too political, hear this…I am sick of restraining myself on social media and the restraint I am exhibiting is wearing thin. So, I have created my own sandbox and those who don’t like what I have to say can go elsewhere, and those that do or disagree intelligently, well let’s talk!
THIS WHOLE CIVIL WAR STATUE THING IS DRIVING ME NUTS!
Recently an acquaintance, one I have recognized as leaning right from center but reasonable, queried his social media followers about their feelings about the Civil War monuments removal. Some of the responses from his friends made me want to run and hide, but instead I did some research, because to be honest, I hadn’t given much, if any thought about the subject. What are these historical monuments? Where did they come from and who placed them? The table below will give information on when they were erected and if you read the dates carefully they will tell you the majority of their construction came during the early 1900’s and then again in the 1950 – 60’s. Isn’t it interesting how those dates coincide with Civil liberty unrest?
I offer two sources that used this table, created by the Southern Poverty Law Center, the first being NPR http://www.npr.org/2017/08/20/544266880/confederate-statues-were-built-to-further-a-white-supremacist-future, and the other a blog from Kevin Levin http://cwmemory.com/2016/04/22/splc-catalogs-confederate-iconography/.
Both of these are very informative pieces that will be useful the next time you run up against someone that tells you the destruction of these wonderful works of art and memorabilia to our history is like plowing under Auschwitz in an effort to forget the holocaust.