There is a lot of disinformation spreading through ignorant and bigoted news sources so that many general public people, not aware that they are wrong, don't know up from down. When you grew up listening to Fox News or Nazi propaganda in your home, you are likely to think it is the truth, and you might not know what the truth actually is. So after talking to one of these bigoted people at a diner this morning, and after being told things that just aren't true by a man who wants to believe he is level headed and right, I feel I should set some things straight. The main thing he said was that Ferguson was a violent racist rally that black people conducted, and that therefore Obama was held at a double standard when he "didn't condemn" the Black Lives Matter protests then. So now it's 2017 and I am thinking it really matters where people get there news, and this man in the diner was so far gone with racism he didn't even know existed.

But I came into this blog today to write something of gratitude. I am so so so grateful that because I live in a beautiful, full, diverse, quiet, historically black neighborhood, there absolutely never is anyone here on my street with any of that hate going on. We are a street of many kinds, but none of us would put up with confederate flags or anything fascist. So as part of self care, I wake with gratitude, and every day I have the great fortune that my street has so many kind wonderful people. There are black and white people on this street and we all look out for each other. If someone needs a cup of milk or sugar or eggs, they don't have to look very far, they just reach over their fence and call out to a neighbor, and we take care of each other. Over the years, I have gotten to know almost everyone who lives on my street. Some people are more introverted than others, and they can keep to themselves in our peaceful neighborhood. Others are outside every day gardening and sitting on the front porch. The people of this neighborhood have become my people. We have something that other communities don't. It is like stepping back into the 80's or 90's because of how we still relate to one another rather than just using facebook and phones. So my home-street is rich, wealthy beyond any place or area where I have lived, because of this thing we have called community.

Maybe you have a street kind of like mine, or maybe you have to watch out a little more because of the escalating conflict in our world with 45 teaching hate. Our street wasn't always this way. The thing is, our street used to be a little more volatile. In the early 80's when my family moved to this place in this town, there were a lot of drunks who would sling their bottles down in the back behind our houses where there now is a park. We all wanted the drunks to clear out (even maybe some of the drunks wanted it). But the person who was integral in the cleaning up of our street was a man called Jackson. Jackson was one of the earliest people on this street I think. He used to live away for a while, but he did move back to the street of his childhood here eventually. My mother was a big part of shooing away the drunks with a broom! But Jackson visioned what the neighborhood could be. It happens that Jackson is African American, and the reason I mention it is to show one example of the fact that we all are human beings and that the color of our skin is just a shade, one or the other, or many.

Another important person to our street was Tommy. Tommy also is African American, and he also was the first black police officer in our town. He has looked out for the security of our street after hours, and made our street feel safe since before I remember. Of course, Charlie is a big part of what makes our street what it is, and she happens to be German with African American family members.

Every person on this street, in some way, made this street a better place for us, even the drunks who reformed.

May our responses to 45's terrorism be peaceful and respectful.

Amen.