As a nation, we began by declaring that “all men are created equal.” We now practically read it “all men are created equal, except negroes.” When the Know-Nothings get control, it will read “all men are created equal, except negroes, and foreigners, and Catholics.” When it comes to this I should prefer emigrating to some country where they make no pretense of loving liberty — to Russia, for instance, where despotism can be taken pure, and without the base alloy of hypocrisy.
–Abraham Lincoln, letter to Joshua F. Speed, August 22, 1855
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I see in the near future a crisis approaching that unnerves me and causes me to tremble for safety of my country; corporations have been enthroned, an era of corruption in High Places will follow, and the Money Power of the country will endeavor to prolong its reign by working upon the prejudices of the People, until the wealth is aggregated in a few hands, and the Republic destroyed.
–Abraham Lincoln, letter to Col. William F. Elkins, November 21, 1864
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The ballot is stronger than the bullet. –Abraham Lincoln, speech, May 19, 1856
Note on Postcard: Sheila L, one of my Love Notes friends, sent the postcard above featuring a bit of the garden and house at Hildene, the Lincoln Family Home. You can find out more about the Vermont home of Robert Todd Lincoln and his wife Mary Harlon Lincoln by clicking the link: Hildene.
Since we are heading to the polls in a couple of days, I decided to share a two-minute video reminding Americans why we must vote. In the video, my 83-year-old relative recounts her experience with attempted voter suppression and finally casting her first vote for U.S. President.
I’ve heard far too many “reasons” people don’t vote or didn’t vote in this or that election. As Cousin Marie declares, “your vote is where your rights are.” A decision not to vote may eventually lead to revocation of certain rights.
Despite the struggle between Democrats and Republicans that is constantly thrown in our faces, your vote should not be about party affiliation or who makes the most noise. Make an effort to ignore what one candidate or political party says about the other. Avoid the all-day news commentary. Steer clear of social media. Make time to research each candidate for yourself. Take notes. Make lists. Think about what you want for our country, and vote for the individuals whose actual values most align with your own principles–hopefully, principles rooted in love for humanity. Pay attention to what they do, not just what they say.
In short, as my friend Uzoma O. posted as his Facebook status recently:
Stop being Democratic or Republican. Be honest. Have morals. Show empathy. Value integrity. Be a good human.
If it all still sounds like noise to you, vote anyway.
I’ll spare you the lecture on how many people fought and died for our right to vote. I realize our right to vote includes our right not to vote, but I hope you choose the former. Why? Because beyond being a right, voting is also a civic and sacred responsibility.
In his sermon this weekend, my pastor reminded the congregation that in voting we comply with two of the directives of Micah 6:8–to act justly and love mercy. In voting, we raise our voices, protest, and do our part to right societal wrongs. We stand up for social justice and we work to make compassion and kindness part of our personal and national character.
There’s too much at stake this election season. Your vote–your voice–is far more powerful than silence. Nothing is gained through inaction.
Even though I enjoyed watching the trees through the rain yesterday, I missed spending time in their presence. The mail gods knew, so they arranged for the tree above to arrive in time for a day too rainy and gloomy for time outdoors.
Rainy days often bring the best gifts.
The apple tree art is the work of Shannon N, eleveneleven on Redbubble. It was gifted to me by Geraldine, my swap-bot friend who has been consistently sending random acts of happy mail my way. The card came with condolences and a Louise Erdrich quote befitting the image on front:
Life will break you. Nobody can protect you from that, and living alone won’t either, for solitude will also break you with its yearning. You have to love. You have to feel. It is the reason you are here on earth. You are here to risk your heart. You are here to be swallowed up. And when it happens that you are broken, or betrayed, or left, or hurt, or death brushes near, let yourself sit by an apple tree and listen to the apples falling all around you in heaps, wasting their sweetness. Tell yourself you tasted as many as you could. —
Wow! My knowledge of Erdrich’s painful, life-shattering story makes these words counsel to heed, particularly when I’m tempted to survive by not feeling or dealing with a host of pent-up, mixed-up emotions.
Although I really enjoy Erdrich as a writer, I haven’t read any of her novels since I was working on my doctorate (gasp!). So, thanks, Geraldine, for the three gifts embedded in one 4×6 postcard–the tree, the Erdrich quote, and a book suggestion for the next rainy, stay-indoors day.
May you have a weekend filled with reading, rest, and random gifts!
This is October for me: Withdrawing into my own world, blocking out [almost] everything except the beauty of the season, my reflections and my relationship with God, I find that this is enough to sustain me through the long, cold, winter–and beyond…
Although I had at least a dozen blog posts semi-drafted for the week, no matter how simple or complex they were, I could not find the words to complete any of them. All week long I’ve been admiring the sky. Then, as I was returning home from errands early this evening, I took the opportunity to pause and appreciate the sunset and the sky’s early transition to night. Such beauty needs no words.
The sky grew darker
painted blue on blue
one stroke at a time
into deeper and deeper
shades of night.
THE SKY GREW DARKER, PAINTED BLUE ON BLUE, ONE STROKE AT A TIME, INTO DEEPER AND DEEPER SHADES OF NIGHT.
HARUKI MURAKAMI, DANCE DANCE DANCE
You touched me and suddenly I was a lilac [purple] sky
Halsey [Ashley Frangipane], “Colors”
I’m pretty sure I learned to love the color purple and Prince–His Purple Majesty–from my sister Lori, so when I received a perfectly purple card and note from Bianca (another Love Notes pal), I smiled from ear to ear.
Bianca wrote that she sees Lori “as the purple, lilac sky–watching you, speaking to you, while guiding stars and pushing dreams your way.”
I love the element of fancy in the message. Now, how can I not think of Lori every time I see a purple sky?