
We walk with heroes
On paths of love for freedom.
Let us walk in peace.



The day begins with signs
Of all that any patriot finds
In need of expression
To resist oppression.
We line the streets
Feet deep
Only to meet
Aggression
From those who seek
Our suppression.
Gerrymandered districts
Are incomplete,
Unable to meet
Fair representation,
Denying the nation
one person one vote,
Intimidation afloat
In every state.
We pray it is not too late.
We pray our efforts matter.
We pray our mad-as-hatter
Administration
Stops destroying our beloved nation.
We sing. We dance. We shout.
This is what democracy is about.
No kings today.
No kings in any way.
No kings over courts’ justice.
No kings over any of us.
Every king eventually falls.
We do not want a king at all.

Kent State taught us that white deaths matter more
than Black students shot at Jackson State the week before.
Will protests-to-come under attack by armed and masked militia
teach us that Brown and Black people under attack is indicia,
within the borders of a nation dedicated to the proposition
that all men are created equal to the oppression,
of rich men of ill will in hiding from congressional oversight
and protected by the US Supreme Court’s judicial might?
I see the writing on the wall, not graffiti, after all,
but executive orders illegal and ill-tended to destroy
the hoped-for dreams of every American girl and boy
not born into wealth, in no need of human labor
to offer enough cash to create a way to savor
all that life could offer a middle-class caste
now turned in serfdom, as in decades long past.
We are not in a culture war.
We are in a class war.
We are in war we thought civil war had ended.
Yet, we continue to watch the republic untended
by leaders who did not see the need to fight
and believed compromise with bullies was right.
Workers sold out over and over again.
Blocked in every effort to build strong unions.
Students sold out over and over again.
Blocked in every effort to get a sound education.
Children sold out over and over again.
Blocked in every effort to find safe protection.
None of us now treated with human affection.
None of us now safe in our streets or our beds.
None of able to take a breath without dread.
Whether you voted for this, or not.
This is what you wrought.
Now, this is what we’ve got.

I do not know where love has gone.
Into hiding, I believe, free from harm.
So much anger clothed in love’s costume,
hate hidden from view so I am not consumed
by the true nature of what the costume hides;
all except the hands fisted by my side,
which velvet-suaded gloves still reveal
all the angry violence I could wield,
if I were not so terrified of the pain
I could visit upon others. I refrain.
I refuse to become just like those
who name-call with fake smiles and pose
under crosses, and above crowds,
saying the the ugly hate-filled truth out loud.
I desperately try to maintain my balance.
I believe compassion bears no allowance
to strike back when under attack.
But, turning the other cheek is a trait I truly lack.
Never take a punch and not fight back, I heard dad say.
But, never start the fight, if you can safely walk away.
Is this where we are now, afraid to put up the fists
when the attack is scheduled on government lists?
How long do we wait for the blows to fall?
How far before we are imprisoned inside the wall
of government ordnance and secret police?
How will we ever know any peace?
I do not know where love has gone.
I search and I search for however long
it will take me to find it and hold it tight
while I build strength for the coming fight.

Newscasters used to tell it like it is.
Now, they are opinionated forecasters.
They still tell us who.
They tell us who said why.
They no longer tell us
what, when or how.
That would expose the lie.
No wonder we are demoralized
within both its meanings,
no surprise.
First losses began long ago:
No more manners as a guide.
No more conscience to lower pride.
No respect for others.
No authority recognized.
Second losses are less discreet:
No longer safe in thoughts nor words.
No longer safe on our own streets.
No more hopeful for the best
when every known fact is put to the test.
No more law and order.
Due process now out the door.
Demoralized beyond repair?
The people rise, at last, at last?
Not in anger and outrage.
Peacefully assembling on marching feet.
Nuns, priests, ministers, imams and rabbis
offer a morality well-intentioned if incomplete.
But this is how our story goes.
We are not perfect, heaven knows.
Our moral code is soft and flexible.
Our democratic republic makes it workable.
It offers a way to respect ourselves and one another;
to recognize all as sister or brother.
Immorality is what we see, and vote for?
Approve of, and laugh about too obviously?
See where we have led ourselves and our country,
fueled by wantoness and greed.
Demoralized we may be.
Still a people willing to fight to remain free.”

“NOLITE TE BASTARDES CARBORUNDORUM.” – Handmaid’s Tale

Words fail to awaken on the page
when words fail.
Words dreamlike fight rage
in nightmarish schemes
when words fail.
Before Liberty shut her eyes,
and with despairing cries,
fell into freedom’s now-unsafe harbor
words gave us wings to fly
and above all troubles soar.
Now, words shut down
as they are shot down
as all around us words are bound
with hateful cruelty
demanding fealty
to lying thieves
upending beliefs
in a common humanity.
It is sheer insanity
and words fail to do it justice.
Lower courts words fall before SCOTUS’s lust
for false security, the only surety
that this is how nations fall into the dustbin of history.
Words are buried so deep
they too soon fall asleep
to escape the pain of obscurity.
That the people rise
is no surprise.
Whose words will act as guide
to peaceful resolution
and a safe conclusion
to those shoveling dirt into our eyes
and blinding us to truths that must not subside
into a deep sleep
to avoid seeing those who weep?
Who will speak now?
Is anyone still awake, still woke?

I listened for the voice today.
This is all it had to say.
My teacup is filled only 1/3 of the way.
Too little water to boil in the pot.
I shall brew my tea and keep it very hot.
Then add cooler water to the cup.
No harbor will see tea fill it up.
Not exactly as I had willed.
Seeing my beloved democracy killed.
But who am I your will to sway.
My cup does not “filleth over” this cold day.
The half-empty cup seems a blatant warning.
I refuse to name and bring to life
fearfully expected wounds and strife.
The sun blares and cuts the cold air,
melting frost gathered everywhere.
It lies on every surface it seems.
In schoolrooms, libraries, museums,
in corporation and university board rooms. Next,
on airwaves and in chat rooms and texts.
In law firms hallowed conference rooms,
and in SCOTUS decisions which seal our doom.
Hard to find a place where the cruelty of iced hearts
has not settled in, stopping hopefulness at its start.
Hard to know how this day should begin.
Hard to see how we might win.
No birds gather in the yard to eat, drink and sing.
Worms like words stretch frozen on cement pathways.
Hard to stand and walk boldly, or to see our way.
May will bring flowers in graceful bouquets.
But, June, I think, will have the final say.
May summer be full of grace, I pray.
I listened longingly for the hopeful voice today.
But, this…this is all it had to say,
as I watch sunshine melt the frost away.

Altars of sacrifice are all around.
Candles of prayer light the ground.
Darkness recedes under great duress.
Lawyers are in full-court press.
Evil lurks and lunges until we despair;
its laughter and cheers rend the air.
Turbulent times make us all too aware
how humans carry a heavy load of fear,
how ready we are to disappear
before we lose heart
and break apart.
We are tempted to remain abed
and close our eyes against the dread
of monsters who long played dead
and hid under rocks, yet lived in our heads.
We live lives of useless malcontent
ready to blame the innocent
for acts of contrition that belong
not to the weak, but, to the strong.
Unable to admit we could be wrong,
we allow the liars to string us along.
We vote them in to replace our lost pride.
We set all reason and facts aside.
We wear red hats with slogans to hide
a weakness too fearful to abide.
When will such depravity end?
What harm done in the interim?
Soft exhales out in metered prose.
Screams trapped within a calm pose.
This is how every morning begins.
Candles relit on altars within.
Resistance alights again and again.
Another hour, another day, and then?

HELP US ON OCTOBER 18th.
This is difficult to write for several reasons.
First because I have chronic fatigue syndrome, sometime called ME, CFIDS, and now, similar to long Covid. I became very ill and disabled from my illness 36 years ago. I was told then I would be lucky to walk again, likely need a wheel chair or cane. Great medical care from osteopathic manipulative medicine and acupuncture, years of pushing physical boundaries allow me to walk, for short distances. I can care for myself at home. I taught myself to read and write again by writing in a journal every morning. Despite brain fog, I developed a blog. My earliest efforts were poems. Gradually, I re-learned grammatical forms. Dyslexic imagery means my written words are sometimes corrupted. Lately, ChatGP has stolen even more of my words when it fails to recognize dyslexic word forms and alters words I do not always catch. My eyes and my brain take a while to catch up. Still, I must write to connect to the larger world I once participated in with gusto.
I practiced law as the Associate Director of Legal Affairs for Ohio University and Assistant Attorney General for the state of Ohio. In my spare time I taught law as an adjunct Associate Professor to advanced undergraduate and graduate students. I taught Business Law, School Law, Vocational Education Law, Law and Medicine (at O.U.medical school), and created courses and taught Social Welfare Law and a race relations course. I co-founded OU STARS, training and mentoring students to run race relations programs and workshops. I visited other campuses, community organizations and political groups and lectured on law as it applied to them. I love the law. I love the Constitution and the Bill Of Rights. I loved teaching and sharing my love of law with every audience available to me.
It was difficult to be sidelined from such an active life sharing the love of the law. It is difficult now to watch the hatred of the law spewed from the lips of a president, vice-president, Secretary of State, Director of Homeland Security, every federal agency, Speaker of the House and Senate Majority Leader. Watching the dismantling of the Rule of Law is almost too painful to write about. Watching the Supreme Court ignore centuries of stare decisis, the Constitution, the Bill of Rights and every legal norm makes me want to scream until my throat is raw. it makes me tremble in disgust. Nightmares steal my sleep. I watch my country dissolve as it laws are twisted, debased, ignored and stomped upon. The only thing capable of holding together a nation dedicated to personal freedom is the law assuring no person is above the law. Otherwise disrespect and hatred toward other persons fueled by our animal nature inevitably leads to anarchy and self-destruction. We must hold the line against this administration and those who have tried to take and hold power only for themselves. To do so they must destroy the rule of law. That is what see every day. That is what I mourn every moment. Thank God for lawyer Marc Elias. He holds our hope and beliefs in his legal briefs.
The media giants, universities, Republican state and local leaders are silent or complicit in the destruction. Worse, the voters, including family-friends-neighbors, pay little attention to what is happening. Or. worse, support what is happening. I do not know how to find forgiveness. I pray for grace to do so. Finally, my church is realizing it must oppose such forces. However, its last few decades has seen it fully supporting those destroying our freedoms because of its unwillingness to acknowledge the right of women to control their own bodies. The right of women to hold sexual power. Nothing threatens a misogynistic organization more than women holding power in their own hands. At last, heroes like Fr. Pfleger of Chicago have seen enough. They are speaking out. An answer to my prayer. I keep praying!
On October 18, I shall join millions of Americans our government has labeled traitors and evil people as we American freedom-lovers celebrate NO KINGS DAY. I ask you to join us, wherever you live. Will it place you at risk? The federal government leaders want you to think so. They want you afraid to stand up for the Constitution and laws which govern our democracy, and protect it from autocracy. We are stronger the larger the groups. If you are unable to stand on the street beside us, drive by and honk in support. If you cannot do that, encourage all you know to join us in any way they can. Please do not sit there and shake your head. Please do not lose hope. Please do not be afraid. We are stronger than we know. Never listen to those who tell you that you will never walk again, never speak nor write again, never advocate for change again. You can. You must. Help us!
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