'Some' White People Have Simply Lost Their Minds

I am posting a story that ran in the Huffington Post yesterday written by my husband, Earnest Harris.

SOME WHITE PEOPLE HAVE SIMPLY LOST THEIR MINDS

There is no other way to say this but to put it all on the table. Some white people have simply lost their minds because they are besides themselves trying to figure out how in the world they slipped up and let an African-American man in the White House, as President of these not so United States.

While thankfully there are a few whites who have been willing to speak up about what is really bubbling up, or more like, spewing forth lately, people like former President Jimmy Carter, Tim Wise and some other bloggers here on The Huffington Post, most people simply have tiptoed around the huge white elephant in the room. The outrageous incidents, which seem to be increasing in frequency -- Glenn Beck's obvious racial appeals by saying Obama hates white people, Sen. Joe Wilson's unprecedented outburst before the world yelling at the President, the birther's refusal to accept the truth, the almost mob like town hall meetings where some people openly carried signs that were perfect for a Klan rally, Rep. Lynn Jenkins' "White Hope" remark, 'tea party" leader Mark Williams referring to President Obama as "an Indonesian Muslim turned welfare thug and a racist in chief," the uproar over the President of The United States daring to give an inspirational speech to America's school kids -- I could go on but you get the point -- these are nothing more than the ugliest of racism that has simply boiled over the sides of our famed and mythical melting pot.

Right-wing whites have simply reached the point where they cannot take it any more. And the message seems to be that they will say and do whatever it takes to de-legitimize this President. And they seem to be certainly saying "never again." The saddest part about all of this is that it was just a few moths ago that many of us in the multi-ethnic coalition that banded together to usher in the Obama era were celebrating what looked like the start of a new seemingly post racial America. But just nine months later, I have to say I don't think I have seen a time when the bitterness and seeming us against them mentality was more evident. And by "us against them," I mean whites against the flood of people of color that are seeming to challenge the idea of what it means to be America and American. All you had to do was look at the faces of some of the Congressman in the crowd at President Obama's speech to see the venom that was only thinly veiled. It almost matched what we saw and heard from some of the people in the crowds at the recent town hall meetings.

The irony in all this is the challenge the Rep. Wilson's, Glen Beck's, Sean Hannity's and Rush Limbaugh's throw down by trying to intimidate the rest of us by daring us to call out this racism and to call them what they are -- silly men, and some women, who have seen the future and realize that the future is one where white men are not the only ones with a seat at the table anymore. And this scares the hell out of them. So they spew this crap and dare us to stand up to it and speak the truth. But we have to let them know that we will not back down, that we will not go away, that we will indeed call them out, no matter how many times they target a Van Jones, or whoever is next since they can't get to Obama. This country is changing, for the better, whether they like it or not, so they might as well accept it and find something else to do. The Republican Party can only make a fool of itself for so long before it completely implodes. And no attempt to put a Black mouthpiece like Michael Steele in front can disguise the fact that the Party is losing control of itself and some of these formerly disguised racists that pretend they are not anti-Black. No just anti anything from an African-American who dares actually have the gumption to call himself President and dare to do what he promised he would do when the country duly and fairly elected him.

I know President Obama is in a tough place and he can't really call these people out. He has to be "Presidential." But we can speak up. The issue is not health care reform or President Obama being too far left, because we have had people on the left run this country before. And we have had battles over health care, social security and other issues before. What we have never witnessed, at least when it came to the respect afforded our country's leader, whether it was former Presidents George W. Bush, Ronald Reagan or Bill Clinton, is this level of disrespect and overt vitriol directed at a President. All Presidents have had their opponents. But when you think through what has been directed at Obama, and his family for that matter with some of the truly low things that have 'slipped out" of people's mouths, like the South Carolina Republican activist, Rusty DePass, who said an escaped gorilla was probably Michelle Obama's ancestor, there is no denying this is beyond civil disagreement.

But I for one am not going to be intimidated into silence and I will call these racists what they are. I can accept and respect differing viewpoints, but what President Obama, and the rest of us, don't have to accept is racism disguised as patriotism. Let's call it what it is, racism born out of a fear that those darker skinned people have taken over. This is just not the America they expected, at least not so soon.

Just Another Sunday?

So my husband, Earnest, calls an important executive meeting today and informs me that we need to meet to discuss critical issues and matters that will affect the day, and I'm thinking, "Oh great! It's Sunday. What's this all about?", I'm racking my brain trying to figure out, "What could be so crucial?"

I rush to get to the meeting. As I sit down and prepare myself, my mind starts racing and I'm wondering, "What could be so important?"

"Could I have forgotten something?", I'm wondering. "Was I supposed to take care of something that I let slip through the cracks?"

"Oh dear, what could it be?", I'm thinking.

For the life of me, I cannot come up with anything.

So Earnest opens the meeting and with a straight face and not skipping a beat mind you, my husband looks right at me and asks in a very serious tone, "So...what's for dinner?"

"I don't know.", I answer.

"You know what we haven't had?", he asks.

"What?", I ask.

"Burgers.", he replies.

"Burgers?", I ask.

"Yes, Dianna's famous hamburgers.", he states.

"Okay, we'll have burgers.", I respond.

"With french fries?", he asks excitedly.

"Yes!", I answer.

"The crunchy kind?", he asks.

"Yes, the crunchy kind.", I say.

"But not too crunchy for Maria. And burn mine," he replies.

"With ketchup?", he inquires.

"We are out of ketchup, but I can pick some up from the store if you'd like?", I ask.

"With lots of cheese on the burger?, he asks sounding like a kid.

"Yes, lots of cheese!", I reply.

"What kind of cheese?" he wants to know.

"What kind would you like?, I ask impatiently, trying to sound like I'm not.

"What kinds are there?", he asks.

"Ooh que la...", I'm thinking to myself. (Ooh que la is Spanish slang used mostly in the Mexican-American community that means..."I don't believe this!"

"American, cheddar, pepper jack...", I start naming off.

"Pepper jack!", he exclaims excitedly.

"Is that the kind that's spicy?, he interrupts and asks before I can reply.

"Ooh yes...put a lot of that on my burger!", he continues not allowing me to get in a word edgewise.

"Hunk it!", he exclaims raising his voice. (Hunk is another word for load it up.)

"And make my burger thick!", he demands before I can respond.

"And burn it!", he adds.

Then a moment of silence passed and we both looked at each other awkwardly.

"Is that it?", I ask hesitantly. Uncertain if I should. Not really wanting to open THAT door.

"Yes.", he answers.

Meeting adjourned.

An Open Letter To Rep. Joe Wilson: It Was Just Plain Wrong!

I really have to ask.

What in world has happened to our nation when a person, an elected official, no longer respects the Office of the Presidency?

Some may not like our current President, but last night's heckling by Representative Joe Wilson during the President's speech was just so wrong! On so many levels.

Mr. Wilson, shame on you! Your behavior is unacceptable and you need to be called out.

You have disrespected the President and the highest office in this land, in these United States of America, in public, and on national TV, and for the world to see.

I, Mr. Wilson am appalled! President Obama may have forgiven you for your momentary lapse in judgment, but I Mr. Wilson, am not letting you off the hook that easy. And I hold you accountable for your actions.

If you really love this country, show some real remorse and resign. Give up your seat to someone more worthy and in control of their emotions.

You clearly cannot control yourself and you know no boundaries. You are a loose cannon. A liability. Expendable.

We all Mr. Wilson get upset , frustrated, irritated, and if you can't handle the pressure, then step down before you really lose your mind.

Or is that what really happened last night?

Or could there be something else going on here Mr. Wilson? Something that you fear on such a deep level. You fear it such that it bothers you, torments you, to the degree that you show no respect for authority. Not even for your President.

Is it possible Mr. Wilson that this, our very first bi-racial President and his holding the highest seat in the land and IT IS his being a black/white President, that's driving you nuts and you can't figure out, how in the hell did this happen? How did the American people let this happen?

Well, I think it is. I truly believe that it disturbs you greatly to the point that you have lost your senses because at the root of it, you are a racist Mr. Wilson.

So either come to terms with who you Mr. Wilson or just get the hell out of the way.

Your inability to grasp what is really happening in our country and the progress that we are making towards moving our nation forward makes you a part of the problem. You sir, are bringing our country down. You are an embarrassment. Not someone we want representing our country. You have humiliated yourself, and I don't think you truly get it.

These are trying times for all of us. This is not the time for stupidity. If you do not and cannot respect the President himself, at least respect the position.

You clearly do not Mr. Wilson or you would have never crossed that boundary.

So, go home sir and call it a day. That Mr. Wilson, is the only way to save face - maybe.

Oh, and by the way, no one will miss you. They'll talk about you. Make an example of you. Point at you behind your back and say, "There's that idiot who lost his mind!"

But, no one sir, will miss you.

What FEAR Really Stands For

Last week, I came across the true meaning of what the word FEAR really stands for.

Finding Excuses And Reasons.

How liberating!

At first, I felt a little defensive and when I came to terms with my own fear(s), I realized, that I have been the Queen of Excuses and Reasons. It occurred to me how good I had gotten at it and rationalizing my excuses and reasons.

Wow...

In the end, the only thing that keeps any of us from going after our dreams, goals, desires and so on is FEAR.

Be it fear of success or failure, if we are not truly following our bliss, it is probably because we are making up excuses or reasons for not doing so.

Well, I'm taking the plunge and not letting myself off the hook. No more excuses for taking my sweet time to build my empire (Marlo Entertainment). The only that stands in my way is me.

Get behind me, ME!

What about you?

What have you been called to do?

What is your true purpose?

What excuses and reasons are you coming up with for not living and walking in your full God given potential?

Once you have identified them and see them for what they truly are, let them go.

No more excuses. No more reasons.

And you too will see, no more fear.

I've Been Tagged!

I have been officially tagged! Dang it!

I was tagged on a post from Zensekai, the Zen master himself at http://zensekai.wordpress.com.

How dare he?

Supposedly, the way it works is that you have to post five things about yourself. Four are untrue. One is true. All are so outlandish, implausible or ridiculous that no one would be inclined to believe that any of them are true. And despite the pleas from your readers, you never divulge which is true and which are fabrications. You then tag five other people (four seriously and one person you are pretty sure would never participate).

Here are my five:

1. I once ate 20 slices of watermelon in one sitting.
2. I killed a small garden snake with my bare hand.
3. I was beaten with a belt so badly once that the belt buckle broke off.
4. I've had four near death experiences all involving drowning.
5. I innocently stole a ball from a store when I was five years old.

The five lucky victims who are hereby tagged are: Janie Felan, Bonnie Manchester, Rose Mary Mejivar, Anita Reesman, and (can I have drum roll?) Berna Riojas!

Have fun ladies! You have been tagged!

Where Do Our Loved One's Go?

Have you ever wondered where people really do go when they die?

My very dear friend called me yesterday, upset, and heart-broken as she was missing her mother who passed away three years ago.

Apparently, my friend had made a simple meal that reminded her of her dear mother that triggered a fond memory of her mom. That precious memory as small as it was, took my friend back and she called me, just barely able to speak.

I am so grateful that my friend deems me worthy of such a call and yet, I was and am always at a lost for words. My heart goes out to her. And to her family.

What do you say?

Somehow, "Well at least she is not suffering any more," does not suffice. Nothing I can say will or can make it better. Not when the person who is really suffering is my friend who just wants her mom back.

Even though it has been three years since her passing, the loss is still so painful and so raw. Like a wound that just won't heal.

Time is supposed to heal, but does it?

Maybe the loss just becomes somewhat more manageable. And yet, my friend tells me she feels closer to her mom than ever. She shares that she can feel her mother's presence with her all the time.

So where do our loved one's go?

Are they really in heaven? Heaven sounds and seems so far away. And yet every thing we 'hear' about heaven is wonderful.

Wonderful for whom? Certainly not for those who have experienced the loss.

I wonder...is it possible that heaven is just another dimension?

A dimension that is not visible to the naked eye?

And my friend's mother really is in heaven, but heaven is actually right here with us. And what my friend feels is her mother's love right there present with her and her mother's love is reaching out to her to let her know how much she is loved.

I really need to believe that because I do not and cannot believe that a loving God would or could have the heart to separate us from those we love so much.

I know how dear and precious my children are to me and I hate being separated from them.

Is it possible that the Creator who created you and me in His image possesses the same, if not even more, love for His creation and understands how death impacts His own creation?

Once again, I need to believe that as well.

I come from the school that nothing can separate us from our loved one's. Not even death. And what seems like separation really isn't.

Maybe, just maybe our dear loved one's who have passed are more accessible than we are aware of and all we have to do is just speak to them and let them know how much they are missed. Maybe even though they are not here physically, they can still hear us. And they too are speaking to us in our hearts.

Where do our loved one's go? Perhaps their bodies have transformed, but their love endures forever.

And it is that love, their love, that is still here with us. To uphold us. To comfort us. To love us. Especially when we need them most.

Dedicated to the Maldonaldo Family in Loving Memory of their Beloved Criselda 'Chita' Maldonado.

True Story

So I'm attending a film festival in Hollywood at a very prestigous hotel yesterday and I'm waiting for two other producers to show up.

We have all agreed to meet at the entrance of the establishment so that we can all go in together, right?

Well, it occurs to me that there might be another entrance so I walk around and sure enough, I see another door leading into the hotel.

So I walk over the the doorway and am wondering why the sliding doors are not opening for me. I begin to sway and then bounce a couple of times and nothing happens. I do this again to no avail.

A young woman walks up behind me and pushes the door open and says, "Lady, you have to push it".