Showing posts with label March for Our Lives. Show all posts
Showing posts with label March for Our Lives. Show all posts

Monday, June 13, 2022

There Really is a War on Guns—March for Our Lives Engaged the Enemy

Tens of thousands joined the March for Our Lives event in Washington, D.C. on Saturday.  Their voices were magnified by more than 450 local event in 45 states including the one in Crystal Lake, Illinois.

Saturday more than 50,000 people attended the March for Our Lives flagship event in Washington, D.C.  Many thousands more marched in big cities like Chicago and Los Angeles.  And in every corner of the country there were local events in cities including gun crime ridden urban neighborhoods, towns, villages, and suburbs.  If there is a War on Guns it was a broad front offensive against the NRA, gun manufactures and importers, and bought-and-paid-for politicians.  And the local skirmish in McHenry County played out along a stretch of U.S. Route 14 in Crystal Lake.

The March for Our Lives rallies came less than a month after 10 people were killed in the racist attack at a Buffalo, New York supermarket and 19 children and two teachers were killed at an elementary school in Uvalde, Texas.  There has been a rash of other less deadly but just as tragic mass shootings in recent weeks and floods of high powered weapons fuel the gang wars and car jackings bleeding our cities daily.

March for Our Lives was formed in 2018 after a shooting at Marjory Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida, in which 14 students and three adults were killed. Organizers estimated a million people, mostly young, joined protests then.  Although damn little progress was made on the Federal level because of Republican control of Congress and the Orange Autocrat in the White House, some state legislatures, including Florida were forced to enact reforms.  A follow-up March to the Polls help unseat enough gun violence enablers to swing the House of Representatives Democratic and contributed to the victory of President Joe Biden over the Massacre Menace.

The Washington event this year featured gut-wrenching testimony from family members of the Buffalo, Uvalde, and Parkland massacres.  It also heard from two the Parkland survivor leaders of March for Our Lives—David Hogg and X González.  Hogg has become an expert organizer and an articulate advocate for the cause.  He emphasizes election participation to move the needle on comprehensive reform.

Parkland school shooting survivor and March for Our Lives Organizer X González minced no words in her rage against Congress and massacre enablers.

González, formerly known as Emma, adopted her new name because she does not want people to make assumptions about her identity and “does not consider myself a girl.”  She has also studied to become an effective radical activist at New College of Florida in Sarasota.  She now considers herself a “violence interrupter.”  But at Saturday’s march, her rage boiled over at Congress.

I’ve spent these past four years doing my best to keep my rage in check. To keep my profanity at a minimum so everyone can understand and appreciate the arguments I’m trying to make, but I have reached my fucking limit. We are being murdered. Cursing will not rob us of our innocence.

You say that children are the future, and you never listen to what we say once we’re old enough to disagree with you, you decaying degenerates. You really want to protect children, pass some fucking gun laws…

More than 150 lined Route 14 in Crystal Lake and stretched for a block. 

Things were not that pointed in Crystal Lake, but then most of us have as yet been personally insulated from the carnage even as we sympathize with the victims.  But folks were determined and motivated.  About 150 stretched out for over a block carrying signs in a two-hour roadside vigil.  There might have been more, but organizers were cautious about wide-spread publicity to avoid possible confrontations with counter demonstrators.  They relied on members and friends of the sponsoring organizationsStanding Up Against Racism Woodstock, McHenry County NOW, and Together We Stand McHenry County.

Event organizer Amanda Hall of Standing Up Against Racism Woodstock and her three children.

Vigilers may have skewed older than some events—no local youth group was involved in the planning and organization—but there were younger families and children.  Members of several churches were on hand.  I noted folks from First Congregationalist in Crystal Lake, Ridgefield-Crystal Lake Presbyterian, local Catholic parishes, and Willow Crystal Lake.  I am sure there were others.

County Board member Kelli Wegener, event organizer Dee Dar, and County Board Candidate and Tree of Life member Gloria Van Hof.

Teachers were well represented.  A knot of them standing near me attracted the attention of a reporter from the Northwest Herald who featured them in his coverage of the event.

Although the event was officially non-partisan, several Democratic Party officeholders and/or candidates were on hand.  Hardly surprising since Republicans are pretty much united in abetting gun profiteers and the frequently right wing ideological extremists who are often the perpetrators of deadly assaults.  Retiring McHenry County Board Democratic Dean Paula Yensen, who is also President of the NOW chapter, and retiring Board member Kelli Wegener were there along with incumbents running for reelection Michael Vijuk and John Collins.  Old friend and fellow Tree of Life member Gloria Van Hof who is running for a seat was also there.  I also spotted Brian Meyers, Democratic Candidate for State Representative of the 63rd District and McHenry Township Assessor Mary Mahady who is running for County Clerk.  There were likely others.

Congressman Bill Foster not only addressed the crowd, but stayed for in-depth personal conversations with attendees.   It was impressive.

Current Representative for the 14th Congressional District who is locally very popular but has been redistricted out of McHenry County sent a staffer.  But the star of the event was Congressman Bill Foster whose re-drawn district now encompasses a big chunk of southern McHenry County.  He stopped by to offer encouraging and supportive through an inadequate small bullhorn, but unlike many busy pols hot on the campaign trail, stayed for the rest of the event—almost two hours.  He slowly worked his way down the line of folks holding signs but did not just shake hands and move on.  He engaged almost everyone in serious conversations, heard their stories and concerns, and asked probing questions.  For instance, when he talked to Tree of Life’s Dr. Lisa Messinger, a pediatrician, he listened carefully to her advocacy of Medicare for All, although he has so far supported the more piecemeal reform of the current Affordable Care Act (ACA) and heard her concerns for healthcare access for children and for reforms to school lunch programs to offer tasty foods that children will actually eat to combat obesity.

The Old Man, Dr. Lisa Messinger also with Tree of Life, and another event organizer Amanda Garcia.

Response from motorists was very supportive with many honking their horns, flashing V signs or thumbs up, and cheering trough open windows.  A whole lot of people are sick to death of the American gun cult.  Only a handful flipped us off or shouted expletives.  It was almost as if the gun fetishists finally realized that they are widely outnumbered even in traditionally conservative McHenry County.

And maybe Congress is also feeling the heat.  On Sunday the broad outlines of a bi-partisan moderate gun reform act that could actually clear the Senate by a filibuster proof margin was announced.  It is far short of the assault weapon ban needed and panders to Republicans on misdirection to hardening school defenses and mental health reforms that won’t screen out many of their own base.  But it is something and Biden has already announced he will sign it.

Congressman Foster in deep conversation with Cathy Johnson of NOW and Tree of Life members Bill Stone and Sandra Bartholmey of Crystal Lake.

To get broader reform voters must turn out NRA enablers and elect responsible people to Congress.  It is critical to hold the House, which pollsters believe will elect a Republican majority due to redistricting and voter suppression and gain a clear majority in the Senate without having to kiss the asses of Joe Manchin and Kyrsten Sinema.

You’ve got your marching orders now.  Time to hit the streets with renewed energy.

 

Saturday, June 11, 2022

Poem Attributed to a Uvalde Victim Mom is a Fake but Telling

Memorial crosses for the dead outside Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas.

Note—Today nation-wide March for Our Lives events will be held in Washington, D.C., major cities like Chicago, and in hundreds of smaller communities including a McHenry County vigil on Route 14 in Crystal Lake from 1 to 3 pm.  The student-led gun control advocacy group founded by Parkland school shooting survivors called the actions in response to the latest school shooting horror—the murder of 19 students and two teachers at Robb Elementary School in Uvalde, Texas on May 27.

When I read a stunning but gut wrenching poem attributed to a “Uvalde Mom” I was suspicious that it was, in fact written by such a grief stricken mother so soon after the massacre which is why I did not share it at the time.  But I saved it and tried to find out the facts.


It looked like a perhaps professionally written piece perhaps cobbled together from snatches of interviews of an actual person.  That person was later identified as the mother of Amerie Joe Garza.  When contacted by the fact checkers at Snopes, the mom flatly denied writing it.

Snopes traced the first appearance on the Web to a post—later removed—by journalist Neil MacFarquhar, who may or may not have been the originator and who shared it to his Facebook account.

While such exploitation of a tragedy—Snopes calls it glurge content—is appalling, if the writer had identified him/herself and not misattributed it, it would have been considered a legitimate—even time-honored literary devise in which a poet projects the supposed thoughts of a real person in a historical event.  I have written such pieces myself, notably when I channeled Rosa Parks in Rosa Parks on Halloween 2005.  Better versifiers than I have done it like W. H. Auden in The Young Dead Soldiers.

So, I am going to share the poem today in that spirit.

                                                            A fake post, but a very real dead girl.

Posted on the Global Feminist Perspective Facebook Group on June 3

Written by one of the Uvalde victims moms:

“The chicken soup in her thermos stayed hot all day while her body grew cold.

She never had a chance to eat the baloney and cheese sandwich. I got up 10 minutes early to cut the crust off a sandwich that will never be eaten.

Should I call and cancel her dental appointment next Wednesday? Will the office automatically know?

Should I still take her brother to the appointment since I already took the day off work?  Last time Carlos had one cavity and Amerie asked him what having a cavity feels like.

She will never experience having a cavity.

She will never experience having a cavity filled.

The cavities in her body now are from bullets, and they can never be filled.

What if she had asked to use the bathroom in the hall a few minutes prior to the gunman entering the room, locking the door, and slaughtering all inside?

Was she one of the first kids in the room to die or one of the last?

These are the things they don’t tell us.

Which of her friends did she see die before her?

Hannah?

Emily?

Both?

Did their blood and brains splatter across her Girl Scout uniform?

She just earned a Fire Safety patch.

What if it got ruined?

There are no patches for school shootings.

Was she practicing writing GIRAFFE the moment he walked in her classroom, barricaded the door and opened fire?

She keeps forgetting the silent “e” at the end.

We studied this past weekend, and now she doesn’t need to take the spelling test on Friday.

None of them will take the spelling test on Friday.

There will be no spelling test on Friday.

Because there is no one to give it.

And no one to take it.

These are the things I will never know:

I will never know at what age she would have started her period.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

I will never know if she had wisdom teeth.

(Or if they would have come in crooked.)

I will never know who she spoke to last.  Was it the teacher?  Was it her table partner, George? She says George is always talking, even during silent reading.

Did she even scream?

She screamed the lyrics to We Don’t Talk About Bruno at 7:58 AM as she hopped out of my car in the circle drive.

She always sings the Dolores part, her sister sings Mirabel and I’m Bruno.

“And I wanted you to know that your bro loves you so

Let it in, let it out, let it rain, let it snow, let it goooooo……..”

Did the killer ever see Encanto?

Could we have sat in the same row of seats, on the same day, munching popcorn?

What if Amerie brushed past him in the aisle? Did she politely say, “Excuse me,” to the boy who would someday blow her eye sockets apart?

Was he chomping on bubble gum as he destroyed them all?

If so, what flavor?

Cinnamon?

Wintergreen?

Was the radio on as he drove to massacre them?  Or did he drive in silence?

Was the sun in his eyes as he got out of the car in the parking lot?

Did his pockets hold sunglasses or just ammunition?

These are the things I will never know.

There is laundry in the dryer that is Amerie’s.

Clothes I never need to fold again.

Clothes that are right now warmer than her body.

How will I ever be able to take them out of the dryer and where will I put them if not back in her dresser?

I can never wash clothes in that dryer again.

It will stand silent; a tomb for her pajamas and knee socks.

Her cousin’s graduation party is next month and I already signed her name in the card.  Should I cross it out?

That will be the last card I ever sign her name to.

The dog will live longer than she will.

The dog will be 12 next month and she will be eternally 10.

What will the school do with her backpack?

It was brand new this year and she attached her collection of keychains like cherished trophies to its zipper.

A beaded 4 leaf clover she made on St. Patty’s Day.

A red heart from a Walk-a-Thon.

A neon ice cream cone from her friend’s birthday party.

Now there will be no more keychains to attach.

No more trophies.

Surely they can’t throw it out?

Would they throw them all out?

19 backpacks, full of stickered assignments and rainboots, all taken to the dumpster behind the school?

Is there even a dumpster big enough to contain all that life?

These are the things someone else knows:

The moment the semiautomatic rifle was put into his hands--was “Bring Me a Higher Love” playing in the gun store? “Get off my Cloud” by the Rolling Stones? Maybe it was Elton John’s “Rocket Man.”

Did the Outback Oasis salesperson hesitate as they slid him 375 rounds of ammunition?

not my problem my kids are grown and out of school

Or I don’t have kids, so I don’t have to worry about their skulls getting blown across the naptime mat 

Or fingers crossed there’s a good guy with an equally powerful gun that will stop this gun if needed

Did they sense any danger or were they more focused on picking that morning’s Raisin Bran out of their teeth?

My Nana used to say, “Pay attention to what whispers, and you won’t have to when it starts screaming.”

But now I know there is a more deafening sound than children screaming.

More horrific even, than automatic rifles on a Tuesday morning.

I beg the world:

Pay attention to what’s screaming today, or be forced to endure the silence that follows.”


Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Versifiers Wanted as Poets in Resistance Returns to Tree of Life UU Congregation

In 2017 little more than a month after the inauguration of Donald Trump the Tree of Life Unitarian Universalist Congregation, 5603 Bull Valley Road in McHenry, Illinois was proud to present Poets in Resistance, a public reading featuring poets from McHenry County, Chicago and suburbs and even from southern Wisconsin.  It turned out to be both timely and one of the most successful public events ever offered by the Congregation.  
“It has been the historic mission of poets to be the prophets, Cassandras, and voices of the voiceless often in defiance of authority and at great personal risk,” wrote organizer Patrick Murfin in a call for poets then.  “Now,” he says, “perilous times, climate disaster, war, oppression, and existential threat to democracy demand that those voices be heard again.”

Mojdeh Stoakly of Chicago Slam Poets reading at the first Poets in Resistance program in 2017.
Poets in Resistance II will be held at Tree of Life on Friday, March 13 from 7-10 pm.  The event will be free and open to the public but those in attendance are urged to “vote” by making voluntary donations of $10 or more to any or four organizations representing grass roots resistanceExtinction Rebellion U.S., the youth-led climate activists inspired by Greta Thunberg; March for Our Lives, the student-led anti-gun violence organization first organized by survivors of the Parkland High School shooting; No More Deaths provides humanitarian aid to border crossers whose members and supporters have been prosecuted for their life-saving work; and Black Lives Matter Chicago, an intersectional movement that values Black people and the right to self-determination fighting for justice for families impacted by police violence and other oppression

A call for poets is now going out.  Last time poets were added to the program on a first-come, first-serve basis.  This time in order to assure the widest possible range of voices—all ages, gender identification, races, ethnicities, and spiritualties—and of style—poetry slam, hip-hop, performance art, observational, personal reflection, traditional, rhymed, unrhymed, even academic—poets are asked to submit a representative piece of their work—not necessarily  what they plan to read.

Send submissions with short one or two sentence of personal information for the program book and introductions in a Word doc format along with a head shot photo in a jpeg format to pmurfin@sbcglobal.net .

Ten to twelve poets will be selected and a couple of alternates in case of late cancelations.  Each set will be limited to 10 minutes and will be timed.  Poets will be able to read from a podium, use a stand-up microphone, sit on a stool, or roam the stage with a wireless mic.  Space will be available to offer books, chapbooks, CDs or other materials for sale.

Coffee, water, soft drinks, and light refreshments will be available for free.

Poets in Resistance II  on recalls a successful Poets Against the War reading and program that Murfin organized in 2004 at the congregation’s former home, the Congregational Unitarian Church in Woodstock.


Patrick Murfin seen reading at a Tree of Life Coffee House event, will host Poets in Resistance II.
Murfin is the author of We Build Temples in the Heart. a collection published in 2004 by Skinner House Books of Boston and a homemade chapbook Resistance Poems.  His poetry frequently appears in his daily blog, Heretic Rebel, a Thing to Flout, where he also curates an annual National Poetry Month feature. As an activist the 70 year old Crystal Lake resident has been an organizer of and spokesperson for many social justice campaigns.  He is perhaps best known for his activity as a member of the Industrial Workers of the World (IWW) and as a member of the Chicago Seed underground newspaper collective in the ‘60’s and ‘70’s and as the an organizer and annual host of the Diversity Day Festival held on Woodstock Square for a dozen years and the Lights for Liberty immigration justice rally held last summer outside of the immigrant detention facility in McHenry County Jail.  He is Chair of the Tree of Live Social Justice Team.
For more information visit the Facebook Page.




Friday, April 20, 2018

Not Letting Up! Poems in Honor of the #NationalSchoolWalkout Today


Today is the third of three major actions led by students address gun violence in the United States.  It follows the March 14 #Enough walk-out on the one-month anniversary of the mass shooting at Margery Stoneman Douglas High School in Parkland, Florida which was organized by students associated with the Women’s March and the March for Our Lives events sponsored by the survivors of the Florida shooting.  They have also endorsed today’s actions, #NationalSchoolWalkout .
 
Lane Murdock, the 15-year-old high school sophomore who started #NationalSchoolWalkout.
Lane Murdock, a 16-year-old sophomore from Ridgefield, Connecticut, launched the National School Walkout.  She was disturbed by her own reaction—or lack of one—to the February massacre. 

When I found out about the shooting at MSD, I remember I didn’t have a huge reaction. And because of that, I knew I needed to change myself, and we needed to change this country…Lane said.  We should be horrified, and we’re not anymore. It’s American culture.
Like the other actions, this one quickly went viral and hundreds of schools on all levels have signed up to participate, mostly with actions scheduled for 10 am local time. 
At 10 students will walk out of their schools to observe a silence for the victims in Columbine, Parkland, and other atrocities.  After that programing will depend on local organizers but might include a rally with student speakers, marches to government offices and the offices of local lawmakers, and voter registration drives.  Unlike the March 14 action, students are encouraged to stay out of school if possible for the whole day and dedicate any additional time to “make calls to their Senators’ offices and flood social media with calls for reform.”
Here in McHenry County, Illinois the following schools have registered planned walk-outs on the event web page.

McHenry High School—West Campus
4724 W Crystal Lake Road, McHenry

Crystal Lake Central High School
45 W Franklin Street, Crystal Lake

Crystal Lake South High School
1200 McHenry Ave, Crystal Lake

Woodstock High School
501 South Street, Woodstock

Other walk-outs may be in the works, but not publicly announced.


In honor of the Walkout today we are recommending  the Anthology Bullets into Bells:  Poets and Citizens Respond to Gun Violence edited by Brian Clements, Alexandra Teague, and Dean Radner with a forward by former Representative Gabrielle Giffords and her husband Mark Kelly for Beacon Books, Boston. 
The following poems were not included in the book, but we submitted to the supporting website, https://bulletsintobells.com/ .  They are an extraordinary selection.


Emari DiGiogio.

Emari DiGiorgio is the author of Girl Torpedo, winner of the 2017 Numinous Orison, Luminous Origin Literary Award, and The Things a Body Might Become.  She’s the recipient of the several poetry prizes and a poetry fellowship from the New Jersey State Council on the Arts. She teaches at Stockton University, and hosts World Above, a monthly reading series in Atlantic City, New Jersey.
What to Wear on the Day I Might Die
It might rile up the bull,
but any gypsy grandmother who worships the cornicello
knows red resists evil. Hidden beneath clothes
like a narc’s slim-fit Kevlar vest, or on the outside like a badge.
On the day I might die, I spurn sensible shoes.
I once sprinted eight long Manhattan blocks in boots
to catch the last Jersey-bound bus from Port Authority.
Chest heaving past Hoboken.
If the threat scrawled in the middle stall of the men’s room
is real, a pack of kids might pull semi-automatic assault rifles
from lacrosse bags at noon. A pipe bomb planted
in the decorative cabbages could detonate when I park.
But the reaper could be a god-loving high school flutist
who forgets the right of way, or my good heart might implode,
like the fit young quarterback’s from Kansas State.
How quickly the crowd moves to blame the coach, the game,
the parents. Consider the terror of the young boy from Tafalla,
who must’ve watched the bull struggle in the electric fence,
before it jumped from the arena to the stands, trampling him.
I’ve never wanted to be a bullfighter, but I imagine
I could stick the banderillas in the bull’s shoulder and neck.
Not out of ritual or performance, not for art, unless staying alive
is art. Which is what I’ll tell myself, crouched in a dumpster
as a trenched youth helicopters across campus.

Emari DiGiorgio

Sophie Segura.

Originally from Ireland, Sophie Segura has lived in Argentina for the past decade. her poetry has been published or is forthcoming in Irish print journals Banshee and The Well Review, and the online journal The Honest Ulsterman. She has also written (as Sophie Parker) for The Irish Times, Time Out Buenos Aires, and the Buenos Aires Herald.
Elevenses
We reckon, in heartbeats, the time it takes
paper to parachute-float through the drag.
The lull between bullets.
Nimble through pencil-case shrapnel, obstacle run
of flesh and metal. Dumb, sudden experts
at holding our breath.
Later, they’ll discover an underachieving bomb, erect
a metal detector, monument. We’ll try to ignore
invisible outlines on library carpet. And how
our sandwiches taste different.

Sophie Segura

 
Cinta Santana

Cintia Santana teaches fiction and poetry workshops in Spanish, as well as literary translation courses, at Stanford University.
Scales

“How Does This Compare with Other Mass Shootings?
—New York Times, June 12, 2016
On one hand, I hold the iPhone,
all news made small, and
on the other, your hand,
by which I also mean
the memory of your breath,
tracing my face
as morning opened around us.
How do I hold this world’s bullets
and the strands of sutured light
the blinds cast on your chest?
There are wounds that never close.
Bridges rebuilt in the wake of fire.
Everything is for sale.
Every day another app.
Cintia Santana

Jen Karetnick


Jen Karetnick is the author of seven poetry collections, including The Treasures That Prevail Her poems have appeared recently in numerous literary magazines and she is the co-founder/co-curator of the not-for-profit organization, SWWIM (Supporting Women Writers in Miami), and co-editor of the daily online literary journal, SWWIM Every Day.

How to Dis/Arm a Female Teacher

Don’t offer me the Chic Lady Handgun
with a barrel the color of bubblegum,
faux alligator case included
to carry with tests and term papers done,
nor the Ruger with recoil reduced,
semi-automatic, raspberry hued,
to be hung from a bra holster like fruit
until an active shooter has been cued.
Take away the Sig Sauer with Pearlite
grips, single-action slide and sleek night sights,
micro-compact to stash in my purse
(the Rhinestone Carry Gun Handbag by Ritz);
throw out that custom Remington Express
Shotgun, the stock of which I’m told to nurse
against my vested chest in the LimbSaver
Firearm Sling, both patterned in “Mossy
Oak Pink Camo,” the Rust Inhibitor
Rifle Gun Sock with which I can cover
the barrel—there’s no use that I accept
for any of these weapons, no matter
how couture. But the Gun Mug, I admit,
I will trigger if there’s no other choice.
Scalding coffee is the only bullet
I could ever bring myself to shoot.

Jen Karetnick