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The Children’s Hour – A Showdown with Trump: Headlined on OpEdNews.com

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For her six to ten-year-old years, I got to be her father.  For four minutes I got some inkling of what it must feel like, for a parent to lose a child – whether to kidnapping, over-heated car, swimming pool, school shooting or some disease or addiction, because corporate profits are prioritized over children’s lives.

Then her eight-year-old hand slipped into mine, and I could breathe again; not so for parents victimized by a self-righteous Attorney General trying to impress his callous bully boss.

All too often, God Wills It is the mantra of those obsessed with the need to oppress.  Countless tyrants have excused their tyranny with some form of, God Made Me Do It.  Indeed, too many honorable and courageous young Americans, faithful to the guidance of our Better Angels, have been used as cannon fodder, by too many self-aggrandizing autocrats, but Trump’s Sessions staining Romans 13 with his heretical history of bigotry cannot stand!

Long before 1/20/17, of, by and for the people was programmed with the propaganda of incomplete history — which by prejudicial omission, has betrayed our freedom of choice to chronicle, endorse and benefit fully from the comprehensive societal contribution of enlightened diversity.

Denying international reality and disavowing America’s exceptional promises, has finally transformed our American Dream into a national nightmare.

It’s not just about what arrived in our New York Harbor 17 June 1885, as much as it is the families enticed by its Land of the Free promises, freely offering their bloodlines to our Home of the Brave.

America’s dream is reignited every time we define ourselves by honoring all fathers and mothers as we expect all children to be honored.  We cannot, however, justify claiming, real Americans are those who came ashore after Native Americans, bringing enslaved African-Americans, and claim also, we aren’t immigrant or refugee byproducts, because, We Built That.

In 242 years of war and peace, America’s inhabitants often rebranded America.  Arguably, except for April 12, 1861 – May 13, 1865, we’re now immersed in our greatest identity crises – challenging for many, but threatening for the few prospering from manipulating the fears of those more vulnerable to misinformation’s hyperbole – especially difficult perhaps, for descendants of a cultural majority whose base is rooted in a free labor foundation of human blood, sweat and tears – all the more distressed when denying an infrastructure of descendancy from, huddled masses yearning to breathe free.

Is America’s greatness a financial & political might is right, or being the tide that lifts all boats; Trump’s ICE pick ripping children from the arms of loving fathers and mothers, or recapturing our Exceptionalism from domestic terrorism and foreign hackers?

Perhaps if we were a connecting dots guru, we’d recognize @theLPP2017 #BlackLivesMatter #WomensMarch #MeToo #TimesUp #NeverAgain and #MarchForOurLives as 21st century links to Jewish, Italian and Greek families defining Ellis Island as, escaping war, famine and religious persecution – then recognize Matthew Shepherd’s murder in The Pulse, debtors prison in mass incarceration – and eradicate gender inequality by ratifying the Equal Rights Amendment — permitting, This land is Your Land, This Land is My Land, justice for all.

Faith and patriotism without empathic humanity is void of morality:

  • Ignoring the plight of the less prosperous
  • Profaning Love Thy Neighbor as Thyself by devaluing fellow human beings
  • Claiming love of God & Country without, suffer little children to come unto me, forbidding them not

Neither hypocrite nor Good Samaritan is promised another moment, so choose wisely:  help fathers working three jobs, mothers weeping for their lost children and children who love children who look nothing like them.

Each inhalation we take to speak love or ill, defines us to a universe noting our measure:

  • most of We the People, shine brighter in the heavens than any family staying together to steal together
  • each victory over institutionalized lead poisoning or kidnapping innocent children for lack of paperwork, keeps America great
  • We can be clones of a Congress aiding and abetting Pharma industry and its distributors profiting off Opioid deaths

Or, hearing refugees seeking asylum crying out from the wilderness, we can embrace and honor America’s immigrant heritage, and make this children’s hour, Our Finest Hour.

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America: Being Olympic Champions Off the Field – Headlined on OpEdNews.com Mon 8/22/16

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Akemi Women Make it Work SmallWas I struck by a Bolt of Lightning speed or did American women win as many Olympic victories as American men, and, are many of those winning females closer in hue to that of an American President or King?

Being champions of truth requires embracing:  all humans are created equal and that women have always been worthy of the gold of economic equality as well as our liberated vote of confidence for their excellence – for America comes from a better place than Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell and the Koch Bros.

Where I come from nobody knows and where I am going everything goes. The wind blows, the sea flows, but slithering down from an Abraham to a GOP walled-in small government, is not the place of champions.

Whether Portrait of Jennie or Dorian Gray, we are anchored in a universal truth:  all there is comes from a before place – Light, Sound – even the courage of a Desert Dancer.

Big Bang or Garden, metaphorically, all roads lead to and from a life emitting tree, emanating a myriad of branches beaming with endless possibilities — solidly rooted in the soil of the sum total of our origin.  Thus we are limited only by our words, thoughts and deeds.

Arguably, our greatest national self-inflicted wound — prejudicial education & income disparity and racial & gender discrimination — is the tremendous loss of the genius of the human resources of Native-Americans, African-Americans and of course, female Americans.

I’m man enough to yield to my wife’s admonition, the Olympics only come every four years, and sacrifice my movie viewing to cast a glance or two toward our big screen when Michael Phelps appears to confirm, unlike the Donald, he, like Ali, is indeed the greatest of all time.

However, in 2016 what most captivated my least sports qualified spectator experience, was the competing champions whose names I’d never heard:  Kathleen Baker, Simone Biles, Gabby Douglas, Allyson Felix, Lauren Hernandez, Gwen Jorgensen, Lilly King, Madison Kocian, Simone Manuel, Aly Raisman, Dana Vollmer, and my all-time favorite, Katie Ledecky — even more disturbing:  the difficulty locating these female names in the online reporting during the televised Rio games.

Of course, Out of Many, One, by its very non-Republican, all-inclusive dictum, encompasses the potential of incorporating both the  American Dream and an American nightmare — for among us survives a multi-layered spectrum evaluating and rewarding both our achievement highs and hypocritical lows.

Truth is, there are more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in a Love it or Leave it, Right-Wing Un-American activities overcome by over-comb cheerleaders lying to themselves, philosophy.  We are a nation that comes from someplace else — another time with another set of goals to reach, ideas to fulfil and ideals to be.

Even before our 233rd year of experimental existence, we torched both The New Deal and New Frontier and launched a new birth of, by and for Too Big to Jail, lying in wait, armed with the profits of lives lost for lies.

In truth, still bearing our wounds from team Watergate, we come from a place of Purple Hearts and Bronze Stars, and daily share the agony of Gold Star Families.

We ascend from another place; from Philadelphia & Valley Forge, through Ellis Island to San Francisco, from exceptional expansionist exile imposed on Native Americans to enslaving people of color, as young as five-year-old Omran Daqneesh.

America is also pieces of silver, Black Gold greed and treasonous Mushroom Cloud deceit, as it is the forgotten women and men who bled the lyrics of The Star Spangled Banner, who saw the glory of the coming of the Lord, Over There and who, over here, went beyond what trickles down from behind the wall trumpeting The Street of regression and recession.

We were not always proven worthy of the gold medal or even brass ring, but we are the living breathing descendants of hope, and like Malala, life’s promise, knowing not only one child, one teacher, one book and one pen, but one voice & one vote can change the world.