A poet's life
Climate of Hate
Dear Editor,
I find the direction the McCain campaign has taken profoundly disturbing.
Unsupported innuendo regarding Sen. Obama and William Ayers is more than dirty politics. If serving on the same panel together means Sen. Obama and Mr. Ayers “pal around”, doesn’t that mean that every other member of the panel “pals around” with a terrorist as well? Is the McCain campaign saying every member of the panel is a terrorist? Is soft on or sympathetic towards terrorism? Has poor judgment?
Sarah Palin is fond of saying that “These people don’t love America like we do.”
Is she questioning the patriotism of Sen. Obama? Is she saying that Democrats, liberal leaning independents and Republicans who have decided to vote for Sen. Obama are anti-American?
Steering McCain/Palin supporters down this road is a dangerous game, given the peculiar history of Race in America. Rep. John Lewis was correct to point out that an atmosphere of hate, like fumes near a gasoline pump, needs only the smallest of sparks to ignite.
If Sen. Obama is elected our next President, the seeds of hatred and distrust that are being sown by the McCain campaign have the terrifying potential to flower into an assassin. An assassin, certain he is doing what’s “right” for his country.
This country faces huge challenges in the very near future.
We need leaders with the wisdom to bring us together, not those who would tear us apart to satisfy their own ambitions.
One wonders how the McCain campaign can justify dividing our people in such a cynical way, while standing in front of banners which proclaim “Country First”.
I Know
C. Freeman
9-21-2008
I know happiness,
I know what love is.
I know sorrow,
I know what love is.
I know contentment,
I know what love is.
I know frustration,
I know what love is.
I know omnipotence,
I know what love is.
I know helplessness,
I know what love is.
I know joyfulness,
I know what love is.
I know mourning,
I know what love is.
I knew Celeste,
I know what love is.
Cast adrift.
Clinging to the flotsam
Of my former life.
I search for the current of honey,
In the bitter sea that surrounds me.
An isle of hope
Upon which I may land.
A life preserver I have no
Reason to expect
Fate will toss my way.
I persevere.
I survive.
I will ultimately thrive.
Though life can be harsh,
There is nothing that can be meted out,
That cannot be endured.
I hold firm.
I hold true.
I cannot be defeated,
For within me lies greatness.