At One Time She Was Blind

At one time she saw no color. She saw no male nor female. She was not concerned with popular opinion but with the administration for what was right, but something has happened to her in these later years of her life. She has become crippled and bent. She only moves via the strings are pulled by a force much greater than she is. That force is called division. 

Like the child in the middle of a divorce she is yanked one direction and then the other rather than allowed to have a voice for herself, that is applicable for all who go to her for guidance. They use law and personal philosophy to pit people against one another on each side of this tug-of-war. 

She weeps over the selective prosecution of one group, while others are allowed to escape through her grasp. She weeps that the mob mentality seems to prevail where there once resided two of her biggest allies, Law and Order.

She weeps that she, like a child, whose parents, who are “we the people” are now fighting among ourselves rather than realizing that there is a much larger problem looming within this chaos. The problem is those that are in power tend to abuse her and/or ignore her, creating more division among the masses. 

This will not be corrected until she is returned to her rightful role by men and women who refuse to be moved by contemporary thought rather than by the very document upon which our laws were founded. This will only happen when people unite together and refuse to see color, one’s sexual preference, religion, etc., as we are all Americans and should not be letting those in power divide us as we have allowed them to do. We should, in short, be ashamed of how we treated one another, and it would be the beginning of the return of justice if people stopped allowing this division to fester like a gigantic boil rather than work to heal the rift.

When There is No Justice, There Are Tears Without End

Today I am charged with writing something about my best friend.  This is the hardest post I ever had to write. Why? Because she is dead. She has been dead for years, but in high school she was my best friend. She knew everything about me and never shared it with anyone.  To this day I  still wonder why her killers got off with only a 7 year sentence when it was clearly premeditated murder. Had I been able to attend the trial,  I would have raised hell to the media about how HER character was put on trial rather than the actions of the bitch that pumped the bullets into her body.  She was lured out to a desolate road, shot and left for dead. The last conversation I had with her, we talked about my boys and such. Then she said she had to go to meet someone. That was the last time we ever spoke.

So what ended up happening? To make a long story short, they didn’t find the deposit. I guess they were high on drugs or something because they tore the rest of the car apart looking for it from what I am told. So what is there to say? My memories were of good, clean juvenile fun we had and a few in-depth discussions. Ironically I never met her father until well after she died.  She and I would talk for hours on the phone just BS’ing.  He remembered that. I remember the pain in his eyes. I remember seeing his tears fall as he relayed to me his thoughts about losing his only daughter.  Losing a child is a pain I can relate to, only I lost mine due to troubled pregnancies.

And as my eyes are now welling up, I can say no more–except this and that hope she is at peace, even though she got NO justice. Here is part of a song I wrote for her…Her name is Leslie.

“Childhood Friend”

“..Childhood Friend…Why have you gone out to play in all the rain, again?

Leaving me alone, your memory to defend to the end.

God it hurts so bad but I miss my childhood friend…”

I cannot write anymore.  I still miss her after all these years. I guess you can tell just from what I wrote above where the 2nd line came from…But she is dead and cannot defend herself. The person I knew is not the one the defense lawyer for these murderers tried to portray. That I do know and will go to my grave knowing it. I can tell you this…Not once did she ever try to offer me drugs of any kind–which is what the defense for these ass clowns tried to say she was doing in her free time to make THEM look a little better, I guess.  Given my childhood, which most who know me personally are aware of–if she were offering anyone drugs I would have been a prime candidate for self-medication back then just to escape the bull crap that went on in my life.

RIP Leslie…I still miss you, kid…

I also have an aunt who was murdered…They never found who did that either…Either way, Leslie got no justice and my aunt’s killers are out there and it sucks.