Thursday, April 10, 2025

THURSDAY THOUGHTS


Excellent English teachers emphasized the importance of reading entire stories, as opposed to abridged versions. 

Sure. You could get the gist, reading resources like Cliff’s notes, and sometimes the gist was actually quite clear and concise. What else did you need to know? Reading the whole book may have added a few things, but your perception of the plot, or understanding of the actions of the characters didn’t change much as long as the gist was concise. Still, you wondered what nuances you were missing by taking a shortcut, or only hearing one side.

So much is lost, omitted, or misconstrued with partial information, but there are times when a good portion is all you need. You can, perhaps, fill in the blanks when things are obvious. Few words, and one scene can reveal a lot from which an opinion can be formed.

Those teachers also promoted the necessity of reading on, and in between the lines; exploring what preceded a statement, and what followed. Whole stories were promoted and preferred.

Obvious situations needed no further, lengthy explanations. Right and wrong, good and evil, were clear. Challenging right, or justifying wrong revealed impure motives, arrogance, or a lack of integrity. What side you chose and why, involved bringing your own personal experiences, conscience, and biases to the story.

Genuine, thoughtful, unbiased explanations about the use of words and phrases, never created confusion, suspicion, doubt, or more questions. Sometimes, they confirmed what you were thinking all along—even if it made you look at a beloved or heroic character differently. 

Clarity, in the form of additional commentary, exposed more than you may have wanted to know, or be known, but it also made everything make sense--as truth always does. A guilt-ridden, or damage-control driven attempt to clarify, or clear the air, did everything but that, and actually made the air exponentially foggier.


You don’t have to like a thing, or agree with an action, practice, habit, or rule, but the obvious truth of it is never begging to be liked, accepted, or acknowledged. It just IS. Skirting and dancing around it, or trying to hide or deny it, just makes things worse, and guarantees the digging of a bigger hole in which to fall. 

Truth is never confused, although it is often manipulated or rejected, in favor of excuses. 

It’s best not to challenge the truth, or think it can be outsmarted. THE truth can only defend and support what’s right and righteous. It won’t help to justify error, no matter how long a thing has been accepted.

WEDNESDAY THOUGHTS: HISTORY MATTERS


Sepia portrait of Harriet Tubman, c. 1868

"Harriet Tubman—
Underground Railroad "conductor," abolitionist, Union spy, and suffragist
PLACE OF BIRTH:
 
Dorchester County, MD
DATE OF BIRTH:
 
March, 1822
PLACE OF DEATH:
 
Auburn, NY
DATE OF DEATH:
 
March 10, 1913
PLACE OF BURIAL:
 
Auburn, NY, 
Fort Hill Cemetery

Born into slavery on Maryland's Eastern Shore in 1822, Tubman was named Araminta by her enslaved parents, Ben and Rit Ross. At the age of 12 or 13, while working at the Bucktown General Store, Tubman was hit in her forehead head by a two-pound weight, recklessly thrown by an overseer who was trying to catch a runaway slave. The skull fracture left Tubman with a lifetime of physical and mental challenges, including: 

Headaches: She experienced chronic and severe headaches

Seizures: She suffered from seizures, which she sometimes referred to as "sleeping spells". 

Hypersomnia/Narcolepsy: Historians believe she may have had narcolepsy, a condition that causes excessive daytime sleepiness, and difficulty controlling sleep-wake cycles. 

Visions: She began experiencing vivid dreams and visions, which she interpreted as revelations from God. These visions played a significant role in her activism, and her work on the Underground Railroad. 

"Minty" recovered, however, and grew strong and more determined to be free, and lead others to freedom. She underwent brain surgery in her 70's.

Changing her name to Harriet, upon her marriage to a free man, John Tubman, in 1844, she escaped slavery five years later when, upon the death of her enslaver, Edward Brodess, she was to be sold. One hundred dollars was offered for her capture. 

Vowing to return to bring her family and friends to freedom, she spent the next ten years making about 13 trips into Maryland, to rescue them. She also gave instructions to about 70 more slaves, who found their way to freedom independently.

Tubman successfully used the skills she’d learned while working on the wharves, fields, and woods, observing the stars and natural environment, and learning about the secret communication networks of free and enslaved African Americans, to affect her escapes. She later claimed, I  “never ran my train off the track and never lost a passenger”. 

The famous abolitionist William Lloyd Garrison dubbed her "Moses”.

A lifelong humanitarian and civil rights activist, she formed friendships with abolitionists, politicians, writers and intellectuals. She knew Frederick Douglass, and was close to John Brown and William Henry Seward. She was particularly close with suffragists Lucretia Coffin Mott, Martha Coffin Wright, and Susan B. Anthony. Intellectuals in New England's progressive circles, such as Ralph Waldo Emerson, William Lloyd Garrison, Bronson Alcott, Harriet Beecher Stowe, Franklin B. Sanborn, and Mrs. Horace Mann, befriended her, and her work was heralded beyond the United States.

During the Civil War, she served the United States Army as a spy, scout, nurse and cook. In early 1862, Tubman traveled to South Carolina to provide badly needed nursing care for African-American soldiers and civilians. Working with Major General David Hunter, Tubman also began spying and scouting behind Confederate lines. 

On June 1, 1863 she joined Colonel James Montgomery and his 2nd South Carolina Infantry, composed of emancipated slaves, in an assault on several plantations along the Combahee River. This raid rescued more than 700 enslaved people, many of whom later enlisted in the Union army. These actions weakened the Confederate economy, while providing the Union army with more soldiers. Her role in the raid, celebrated in the press, increased her fame. 

Tubman showed the same zeal and passion for the campaign to attain women's suffrage, after the American Civil War, as she had shown for the abolition of slavery. 

Harriet Tubman died in 1913 in Auburn, New York, at the home she purchased from Secretary of State William Seward in 1859, where she'd established the Harriet Tubman Home for the Aged. 

She was buried with military honors at Fort Hill Cemetery.


The Harriet Tubman Underground Railroad National Historical Park in Dorchester County, Maryland, highlights Tubman’s early life, and features a visitor center with comprehensive exhibits, the site of the plantation where Tubman was enslaved as a girl, and the general store where she suffered her traumatic head injury. 

The Harriet Tubman National Historical Park in Auburn, New York, highlights her later life, and includes the house she owned and eventually donated to become a refuge for the ill and the elderly, as well as the Thompson Memorial African Methodist Episcopal Zion Church, which she raised money to build. Visitors can also see Tubman’s grave at a nearby cemetery which is unaffiliated with the historical park."
 

Tubman stands alongside her family members.

THURSDAY THOUGHTS: POETRY PROMPT


THE STRONGMAN


Every day, he seems to find

A new way to incite

And inflict pain, while laying blame

On those who have no might


What if God is helping him

Because he’s such a mess—

A man devoid of empathy, truth, and righteousness?

Could it be that God pities him

Because he’s so reviled—

Loathed, and treated horribly, since he was a child?


What if he’s being extended grace

Because he’s never learned

Respect is best when freely shown;

Not a given, but earned?


What if he’s being gifted ample time to repent?

To see the error of his ways 

What loss will be the hint?

What will be the final straw

That removes Mercy’s hand?

What tragedy will teach a lesson

He will understand?


Moreover, what will be the fate of those

Who should know, well

How aiding and enabling him

Is a tough thing to sell

To those whose eyes are opening

To the mistake they made

Who now regret their selfishness 

And in confusion, wade?


What will be the penalty 

To those who wrote the plan

And knew he’d be the perfect stooge

While they all hide their hands?


What if God is helping him?

One thing he’s surely done

Is draw out every liar, cheat, and thief under the Sun

Is that his task, if I dare ask

God of His strategy?

Is this His fight, not mine

And why sleep comes so easily?

Is this why I can look at him

And feel so sorry for

Someone who has most everything 

Yet still craves so much more?


What if today is the day

His reign of chaos ends?

What if today marks mutiny of his crooked friends?

What if God decides, “Enough, I gave you every chance”

Who in the world will mourn and cry

Who in the world will dance?








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Tuesday, April 8, 2025

TUESDAY THOUGHTS: TELEVISION

 









“When you’re out doing big things, never forget where you come from.”


“It’s important for us to document our history.”




“It isn’t hard to say goodbye to an oppressive situation.”







“Whatever we’re all in a position to do, that’s the thing that we’re supposed to be doing.”




















“I’ve been accidentally added to group chats before.”