Monday, May 15, 2017

Systemic Racism - How it's Done

ID Law insurmountable for some in Wisconsin. 

State Sen. Mary Lazich (R-WI) was adamant: The bill Republicans were about to push through the Wisconsin state Senate, requiring that voters present identification at the polls, would do no harm.
“Not a single voter in this state will be disenfranchised by the ID law,” Lazich promised.

Five years later, in the first presidential election held under the new law, Gladys Harris proved her wrong.

By one estimate, 300,000 eligible voters in the state lacked valid photo IDs heading into the election; it is unknown how many people did not vote because they didn’t have proper identification. But it is not hard to find the Navy veteran whose out-of-state driver’s license did not suffice, or the dying woman whose license had expired, or the recent graduate whose student ID was deficient — or Harris, who at 66 made her way to her polling place despite chronic lung disease and a torn ligament in her knee.

She had lost her driver’s license just before Election Day. Aware of the new law, she brought her Social Security and Medicare cards as well as a county-issued bus pass that displayed her photo.
Not good enough. She had to cast a provisional ballot that ended up not being counted.
To Harris, the injustice is beyond dispute.

“They prevented us from voting,” she said, simply.

Sunday, May 14, 2017

 We had a great trip to Texas and back.  We traveled just under 3,800 miles in nine days and saw the sights in Arizona, New Mexico, Texas, and Nevada. 

I can tell you that California does not have the corner on bad drivers.

We had mostly clear skies and moderate traffic.  Lots of construction on the freeways slowed us down from time to time.

We went to the Texas state capital on our first day in Austin.  We were able to go inside and the Texas House of Representitives was in session.  We were able to walk around the senate floor.

We visited the police and Vietnam memorials. 

Monday, May 1, 2017


The Stream

Day in and day out,
we’d meet at that stream.
On those long summer days,
or so they would seem.

There was Johnny and Sam,
and Billie and Eddie.
Jack and young Mike,
and I can’t forget Freddie.

We’d talk about baseball,
weren’t the Dodgers the best?
And superman vs batman,
now there’s the true test.

And when it got hot,
we’d strip off our jeans.
We’d swing from that tire,
I remember the screams.

Well into our teens,
that stream was our spot.
Till we finally stopped coming,
I guess we forgot.

Today I’ve come back,
to the banks of our stream.
Those long summer days,
are now just a dream.

I’m the last one still standing,
the “guys” are all gone.
Freddie died of cancer,
and Mike in Vietnam.

Some from bad tickers,
like Jack and young Mike.
Then there was Johnny,
side swiped on his bike.

I’ll say my goodbyes,
to my buddies, “the team.”
Time stops for no one,
like the water in our stream.

--Ken Ferguson--
Artista di Parole

Now there's a super hero I could get behind!!!