Monday, May 28, 2007
Sunday, May 27, 2007
Everybody knew that it could happen
The future was now it's here
They had to fix the levees
Because otherwise they'd break
On one side was the city
Above it was the lake
It was in the daily papers
In bold letters was the writ
What would happen
When the Big One hit
So they could give it to the Army
To fight their oil war
And the Times-Picayune
They forecast the apocalypse
Said it was coming soon
Preparations must be made, they said
Now is the time
It was years ago they shouted
Inaction was a crime
They said the dikes must be improved
And the wetlands must be saved
Instead they should be paved
Because malls were more important
It was just if the waters rose
Just get out if you can
There were no buses
No one chartered any trains
All of those who would remain
All the people with no money
All the people with no wheels
Thousands and thousands of people
And the people died
And then they died some more
An army of the poor
An army of the destitute
Who couldn't get away
And the world will remember
These sad and awful days
When people shouted from their houses
Half a million refugees
Here we are
In the richest country on the earth
Where the color of your skin
Determines what your life is worth
Where oil is the king
Where global warming is ignored
Where the very end of life
Is the place we're heading toward
A note from David Rovics:
You will find the song at the top of the "MP3 MUSIC" section of www.soundclick.com/davidrovics
Posted by SoulJAH at 1:39 PM
Friday, May 25, 2007
In the midst of poverty and blight, signs of compassion exists...
This house is to the left, next door to the above collapsed building. Their are people - meaningful - real - important in the fact that they are our brothers and sisters living here - and in so many other places in this country, on this planet - living, existing in this level of poverty.
Posted by SoulJAH at 10:31 PM
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
I watched a man sitting at a bus stop with empty beer cans around him, shouting out angrily, expelling his pains and his demons into the air around him and yet, still a prisoner.
Sadly for many of them, there are no social workers, no psychologist to help heal the symptoms of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, no spiritual healers, no lovers of mankind, filling their streets, which for all intents and purposes, look like living graveyards.
Their suffering is not hidden, it is not unknown - for it is in plain sight for all who have the eyes to see - to see. Those who can help, are stretched to their limits, giving as much as they can, when they can.
What keeps the people of the heart - the Black Americans who live in the 9th Ward, Algiers, Mid-City, 7th Ward, Eastern New Orleans, and other parts of the city where there is incredible blight and poverty - in their hearts - I believe, is their dignity, strength, and willingness to trust, even when they have been repeatedly betrayed and cheated. This Black American community of the American South, whom my soul has come to 'know' as the people of the heart, have known horrors we cannot even begin to imagine. They are a people who must continue to deal with overt and covert racism everyday. They are a people who are being denied the help they need by corruption and misuse of funds.
The people of the heart, yes, these are the people that make New Orleans - uniquely New Orleans. They show up - in the moment - through gestures of respect and kindness - through saying hello to the stranger and waving from their porches and stoops as your drive through their neighborhoods...
The people of the heart - they have so much to give to us as a nation. If only we could see them.
Posted by SoulJAH at 8:15 AM
Monday, May 21, 2007
His suffering is like the suffering of millions of our brothers and sisters on this planet. Look at his feet, they are wrapped in linen, our brother has no shoes. Then there is the beer can beside him, his 'escape' from his reality - perhaps it has played some role in his 'reality'. Then there is his blanket - the only protection he has from our eyes, the sun, from the cars speeding by him, - from the inhumanity of our indifference to his poverty and suffering.
Prayers for the suffering...
Posted by SoulJAH at 9:02 AM
On Suffering and Compassion:
"The experience of woundedness has been a part of the history of souls on earth. The experience of wholeness is the 'new' history, whose pages are beginning to be written."
Posted by SoulJAH at 8:29 AM
Tuesday, May 15, 2007
14 'Because he hath set his love upon Me, therefore will I deliver him; I will set him on high, because he hath known My name.
טו יִקְרָאֵנִי, וְאֶעֱנֵהוּ--עִמּוֹ-אָנֹכִי בְצָרָה; אֲחַלְּצֵהוּ, וַאֲכַבְּדֵהוּ.
15 He shall call upon Me, and I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him, and bring him to honour.
Posted by SoulJAH at 4:46 PM
Thursday, May 10, 2007
is finally and permanently discredited and abandoned:
will remain a fleeting illusion
to be pursued but never attained;
Until bigotry and prejudice and malicious and inhuman self-interest;
equal in the eyes of all men,
as they are in the eyes of Heaven we know that we shall win,
their value depends wholly on our will to observe and honour them
and give them content and meaning.
Posted by SoulJAH at 12:09 PM