
Sitting at my young Dad’s knee
with thoughts swirling all about me
I had to know what the larger world
was trying to tell me, and help me see.
Daddy, daddy, daddy dear,
lend this little daughter your ear.
Why do they call Japanese people Japs?
Why do they call German people Krauts?
Why do they call Italian people Dagos?
Why do they call Arab people Towel Heads?
Why do they call women Cunts?
Why do they call Viet-Names people Gooks?
Why do they call African-American people “N”?
Why do they call Jewish people Kikes?
I do not understand, but it feels bad.
Sweet girl, my Daddy replied
with a glance and shrug quite mortified.
In the military I learned the reason why.
It is enough to make a grown man cry.
But, I shall tell you the reason why.
It is hard to kill a fellow human being.
It is easier to kill someone you do not see
is as human and wonderful as you and me.
It makes it easier to harm, and wound, and kill.
It is easier to demean, and hate, and impose our will.
Undocumented refugees become “Illegals.”
Asylum seekers become “gang member criminals.”
Confucius said presciently, “The ordering of society
begins with the rightness of words.”
Republicans 2025 say, “The destruction of society
begins with the wrongness of words.”
FOX “news” is not news at all;
yet, keeps too many in its thrall.
Karoline Leavitt tries to make us believe
good questions allow her answers to deceive.
Pam Bondi investigates her own untruths,
accusing her accusers of being uncouth.
Kristi Noem prances and dances before the gates
of concentration camps, seeking a date?
Such liars are pretty, dainty and sweet.
Americans, especially young men, fall at their feet.
How do truth tellers compete?
The jousters of old travelled from court to court,
making jokes of despots’ overreach without harm.
No dungeons for jousters in the good ole’ days.
Now, the jesters are banished from dinners to honor
newspersons dedicated to uncovering liars and lies;
and Amber Ruffin’s scheduled comedic performance
is suddenly, fearfully, cowardly cancelled.
Truth now lives in the dungeons, walking there
willingly, and blind. Such willfulness rankles.
When the words are removed and truth set aside,
it is easier to harm, wound and kill
without losing one’s pride.
How proud will we be when we realize
we killed our country to save our pride?

LIBRARIES SAVE US
I learned to read before anyone knew it, even myself. It seems I always could. My mother read to me every day until my younger brother was born when I was four. Then, I read to myself the books Mom had read to me. When my brother was old enough to sit up in the stroller we walked to the public library every day. Mom read to my brother as I pulled books off the shelf and read to myself.
That year my grandfather went to Italy in a ship called the Andrea Doria. We were in New York visiting Mom’s family at the time so we all went to the pier, borded and toured the ship then waved them off as the ship pulled out of port. I remember every detail of that beautiful ship.
Every morning while Mom was busy I would lie on the living room carpet and lay the Advocate, our local newspaper, out on the floor and read it from front page to last. There was a front page article one morning describing the sinking of the Andrea Doria on its return trip from Italy. I excitedly ran to Mom to tell her Grandpa’s ship sunk on the way home. She asked me how I knew and I replied that I had read it in the newspaper. “Show me,” she said. So, I read the article to her. She asked me to keep reading. After, she asked me when I learned to read. I told her that I did not know when. I know now it was when Mom read to me. She taught me phonics as she read, and helped me sound out words I saw in print.
After that, we continued our daily visits to the library. While Mom read to the baby, I read book after book. I was allowed to take home 4 books on a child’s card, and took home 4 each day. I read them at home and returned them the next day. This went on for years. By the time I was in the fourth grade I had read every book in the children’s section. The Children’s Librarian agreed her records showed that to be so. She sent me to the Adult Librarian to get an adult card so I could begin reading in that section of the library.
The Adult Librarian informed me that I could not get an adult card until I was in high school…five more years to wait to read! I was so disappointed until the Children’s Librarian escorted me back and explained I needed an adult card since I had read all she could offer me. I got my adult card.
I proceeded to read section by section: biography, autobiography, biology, American and Ohio history, World history and geography, politics, philosophy, fiction in all genres. Every day after school I returned the book I had checked out the day before and took out more to read after doing chores and finishing my school homework.
I still read a book a day, but almost solely for pleasure. My internet reading is dedicated to current events and politics. One can only handle so much these days of corruption and authoritarian greed. I thank Mom for teaching me to read, to lose myself in the printed world where goodwill toward others overcomes self-interest, and love drives out hate. I need that. I need to believe it is possible.
Mother’s and Fathers, read to your children. You give them a greater gift than you can ever know. It costs nothing. Public libraries still exist; although, they are under attack. Writers still write truth to uplift souls and encourage an appreciation for facts; although, they too are under attack.
We need to support writers, poets, actors, comedians, artists of all genres. We need to support our public libraries. Keep reading. Keep believing. Our libraries may save us all.
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