I still can’t breathe

It was a beautiful day in Massachusetts today—a day to get outside, breathe in fresh air, enjoy the sunshine, listen to the birds, and be grateful for being alive.  All of which I did.

But then a close friend brought me back to another reality, one that is never far from my consciousness or conscience, by sending me the link to the video at the beginning of this post.

Please watch and listen.

Watching and listening made me gnash my teeth, weep, rage. ask for the millionth time how people can bear to treat other people cruelly.  Such images always lead me, at least for awhile, close to despair.

But I had other reactions to the video.  The music is exalting; it raised me up and energized me. It reminded me forcefully of the courage of people who speak out, who sing out, who fight for social justice, and grateful that I personally know so many fine people of multiple hues who participate in that struggle.

What are your reactions when you tune in to the video?  what do you feel?  what do you want to do?

Personally I am sad to have retired from college teaching, to have lost the opportunity to encourage my students to be the real patriots–that is to work actively for peace and social justice in this country,  But I will continue to sign petitions, send letters, participate in demonstrations, and optimistically write this blog, grateful to any readers willing to approach my soapbox.

The story behind the making of the video and the lyrics to the song can be found at: http://www.swarthmore.edu/sites/default/files/assets/documents/chester-childrens-chorus/CCCSpringNewsletter.pdf. Please read. The poem/song is another great example of art on behalf of peace and social justice.

by Kathie Malley-Morrison

What torments my soul

John Ball and his dog Darcy from the UK's International Search and Rescue team go to work in Chautara, Sindhupalchok District – north east of Kathmandu, Nepal.
John Ball and his dog Darcy from the UK’s International Search and Rescue team go to work in Chautara, Sindhupalchok District – north east of Kathmandu, Nepal.
Image by Jessica Lea/DFID

Most people in the U.S. have seen the spine-chilling stories on their TVS and have read about the magnitude 7.8 earthquake that struck Nepal on April 25, killing more than 5000 people, and injuring thousands more.

It is a tragic story, like the recent tsunamis that also destroyed the lives of thousands of innocent people in the wrong place at the wrong time.

The only bright spot in these tales of overwhelming natural disaster is the magnitude of the international relief effort.

While my heart and often my money go out to efforts to help survivors and rebuild areas hit by these unaccountable natural disasters, what keeps me awake at night is the deadliness of racism in my own country.

Protest at the Baltimore Police Department Western District building at N. Mount St. and Riggs Ave.<br>Photo by Veggies and licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.
Protest at the Baltimore Police Department Western District building at N. Mount St. and Riggs Ave.
Image by Veggies and licensed under the Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported license.

I believe there are people who would rather watch TV news stories about earthquakes and tsunamis than learn all they can about the over-incarceration, and human-rights defying use of prolonged solitary confinement of young black men in this country  and the ferocious murdering of young black men and women, many of whom are mentally ill, by police. They would rather watch coverage of tsunamis and earthquakes than delve into the reports on police in their country murdering and torturing people because of the color of their skin.

If anyone out there needs a powerful reminder of this nation’s relentless and often deadly racism, a powerful novel on the issue is Richard Power’s unrelenting novel, “The Time of our Singing” https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23007.The_Time_of_Our_Singing.

And in case you want to read about a few recent examples of police brutality and wonder why we don’t fight back against them with the same effort being expended in Nepal, read

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2015/04/27/1380630/-SC-police-officers-to-mentally-ill-woman-I-ll-let-you-go-if-you-let-me-Taser-you-in-the-forehead

http://www.dailykos.com/story/2015/04/24/1379943/-Arrested-for-sagging-pants-Ervin-Edwards-tasered-to-death-in-custody-Police-lie-in-report?detail=email

and the more familiar case of Freddie Gray: http://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2015/apr/25/freddie-gray-death-triggers-frustration-baltimore-police