I don't know what number night it is. Let's see. Police killed George Floyd last Monday.
I went to the site (38th & Chicago) the next night. So, yeah, it's seven. Or, what's the number for forever?
I didn't want my last post of the day (it's after midnight as I write this, but it's still part of my day of Monday)--didn't want it to be an angry one.
So here is a picture of the girlettes--Penny Cooper and the Triplettes––the other morning. They had been guarding the house all night.
. . . From squirrels! They'd heard that squirrels cause a lot of house fires (true). They figure the fires in town must be caused by squirrels because no one would burn their own city down.
You see they have their squirrel friend, Squinty, with them. "He can't burn anything down. He's a toy. Also, he wouldn't."
All over, I'm seeing and hearing about people taking care of one another--without asking permission.
This weekend, HM's son made the rounds of the neighborhood on his bike, every hour on the hour, until 4 a.m.
He was part of an impromptu neighborhood watch effort.
My friend Julia stayed on the roof of her apartment building all one night, watching for trouble, and saw other neighborhood-watch people making the rounds.
bink reports that four white men set up lawn chairs and spent the night watching over a black-owned gas station near her. She walked the dog past them in the evening and gave them her thanks.
Turns out they had cause to be there too, but I won't go into that. (They caught the guy.)
A friend was in that big march yesterday (Sunday) that the trucker drove into--you might have seen. She was right in the truck's path! She helped people scramble up the concrete highway dividers before climbing up herself.
I'm so proud of her, but I can hardly bear to think of this, my beloved friend in danger.
(The depravity of a mind that would drive into young people––there were even children there––sitting for love and justice... Thankgod no one was killed.)
At 38th & Chicago, I saw T-shirts that said LOVE THIS CITY.
Oh--I haven't posted about this yet:
I took four homemade masks to 38th & Chicago yesterday to hang on the clothesline there (set up for notes and stuff).
I'd barely hung them up when three different people asked if they could have one. It was nice to see who they were going to.
This young man changed out of the worn-too-long kitty mask his mom had made him into a fresh green silk & cotton one from me.
(Kirsten--that silk's from you!)
People care.
I want that aspect of this otherwise nightmarish time to go on and on for the number of forever.
I went to the site (38th & Chicago) the next night. So, yeah, it's seven. Or, what's the number for forever?
I didn't want my last post of the day (it's after midnight as I write this, but it's still part of my day of Monday)--didn't want it to be an angry one.
So here is a picture of the girlettes--Penny Cooper and the Triplettes––the other morning. They had been guarding the house all night.
. . . From squirrels! They'd heard that squirrels cause a lot of house fires (true). They figure the fires in town must be caused by squirrels because no one would burn their own city down.
You see they have their squirrel friend, Squinty, with them. "He can't burn anything down. He's a toy. Also, he wouldn't."
All over, I'm seeing and hearing about people taking care of one another--without asking permission.
This weekend, HM's son made the rounds of the neighborhood on his bike, every hour on the hour, until 4 a.m.
He was part of an impromptu neighborhood watch effort.
My friend Julia stayed on the roof of her apartment building all one night, watching for trouble, and saw other neighborhood-watch people making the rounds.
bink reports that four white men set up lawn chairs and spent the night watching over a black-owned gas station near her. She walked the dog past them in the evening and gave them her thanks.
Turns out they had cause to be there too, but I won't go into that. (They caught the guy.)
A friend was in that big march yesterday (Sunday) that the trucker drove into--you might have seen. She was right in the truck's path! She helped people scramble up the concrete highway dividers before climbing up herself.
I'm so proud of her, but I can hardly bear to think of this, my beloved friend in danger.
(The depravity of a mind that would drive into young people––there were even children there––sitting for love and justice... Thankgod no one was killed.)
At 38th & Chicago, I saw T-shirts that said LOVE THIS CITY.
Oh--I haven't posted about this yet:
I took four homemade masks to 38th & Chicago yesterday to hang on the clothesline there (set up for notes and stuff).
I'd barely hung them up when three different people asked if they could have one. It was nice to see who they were going to.
This young man changed out of the worn-too-long kitty mask his mom had made him into a fresh green silk & cotton one from me.
(Kirsten--that silk's from you!)
People care.
I want that aspect of this otherwise nightmarish time to go on and on for the number of forever.
Good to see people caring.
ReplyDeleteStay safe all of you xx
Slim Coincident?
ReplyDeleteI've been posting this around in comments because I believe it's important. I expect to be summarily dismissed but since I think it is truth I feel compelled to share. For me knowing has made it easier to have compassion for those individuals who simply don't or won't get it. I don't know that it's possible to teach anyone anything they choose not to accept. I offer understanding and hugs instead. We are all here to learn.
Thanks for your brilliant posts and personal perspective.
It is perhaps one of the most primitive animal reactions. Humans do not want to admit they are animals but they are and so much of what humans do is instinctive and based on primitive animal instincts. Humans don't even think about it, it just seems the proper thing to do. I watched a team of biologist following a troupe of chimpanzees. All at once a young male from a neighboring troupe crossed the, "scent," boundary and the home troupe discovered him. They instantly beat him to death. He didn't smell right. Chimps identify odor that the human evolution cannot. Humans rely on sight. They can see different skin pigmentation which are invisible or unimportant to chimpanzees. If someone is of a different skin pigmentation it is like they have crossed the invisible scent boundary.
In my personal opinion none of this has anything to do with where we were born or that we were never intended to commingle with other races or cultures.
So glad to hear some of the fabric went to a good cause!! I've been quiet as I really don't know what to say other than take care and people care. It's just not good media spin!
ReplyDeleteKirsten
ps, the book arrived last week and thank you once again!