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Gather Ye Rosebuds While Ye May

August 11, 2014

We never really know what a person is battling. Genius comic and depression might seem unlikely characters, but depression doesn’t always look like it’s “supposed to”. Today’s crazy world keeps getting crazier, and for decades someone in the entertainment world made us laugh, made us cry, made us FEEL.

Today Robin Williams left this world, not in an egg like Mork or packing his things like in Dead Poet Society. O Captain My Captain…much like the character, he influenced our thoughts, our lives. He made us laugh. His comedy was legendary, but his serious work is often overshadowed. Humor. But serious.

Poetry, conformity…the lessons from Mr. Keeting might be from fictional but how true is it? Sometimes standing up for what is right isn’t easy.

From another film, another powerful truth.

This isn’t about agriculture, or farms or food. It’s about life. Some of these clips came to mind this morning as I was thinking about the post today, but the voice in these clips is silenced with the death of Robin Williams. For decades I’ve watched his work, laughed and got up the next day. For a few days hold messages from Dead Poet Society near then in another six months or year pick it up and watch it again. His family, his friends have a void where he was. The rest of us have replays of movies, videos, laughs.

Life is precious. It’s precious for an entertainer who seemed to have everything going for him. It’s precious for a teenager in Missouri who died before going to college, before living that life and experiencing all the possibilities. He died, witnesses say, with his hands in the air. Details in the media indicate this will be another no win situation. A young man is dead.

Both lives mattered. Both are tragic losses. Frustration and escalation seem certain, with looting reported at a vigil in Missouri.

Deanel Trout, a 14-year resident of Ferguson, said he was convinced the troublemakers were largely from outside Ferguson and that they had used Brown’s death and the vigil as an opportunity to steal.

“Most came here for a peaceful protest but it takes one bad apple to spoil the bunch. … I can understand the anger and unrest but I can’t understand the violence and looting,” Trout, 53, said.

How difficult is it to fear going to the store?

A man or woman is not defined by the car they drive, the clothes, they wear, the money in there pocket or the house they live in… According to book of proverbs men and women are defined by his or her own thoughts. ~Kieaun

How difficult is it to reach out and make a difference for someone else? How difficult is it to be judged for things you can’t change because you’re supposed to meet someone’s idea of conformity in order to belong (see clips above!). Kieaun made another great point to share…it’s personal but relevant. And it’s not for the easily offended, will probably make some uncomfortable and maybe some “oooo don’t talk about that! Anything but that!”

Everyone wants to talk about the unarmed black men being killed by cops, however no one wants to protest the black on black crime we encourage, celebrate, big up, and teach daily. No one wants to talk about what the real issues are. We see some foul shit, and depending on who they are to US, we’ll let it slide. Maybe when my grandmother was growing up white people were the issue but in my lifetime, blacks have been my issue. Lightskin vs darkskin has been a issue for myself. The first time I heard the word nigga my grandmother said it to me… When my chips were down and things looked bad for me it was the people of my own color and family that was suppose to protect me and have my back that attacked me and made it a topic of cooning conversation. When I see fights on social media, 80% of the time there are black mothers of our black children acting like complete animals in a dayum MCDonalds or Waffle house fighting about absolutely nothing. Of all ethic groups men and women of color in America are the biggest joke, however they gone get online or on some record talking about how they got so much money when we know dayum well they sell each other out for crumbs and we also know economically black men and black women are dead last in this race. We gotta be the only people on the planet that have children with plans to get a dayum child support check. We the only people on the planet looking for respect and we show absolutely none toward one another. Oh yeah and about slavery “White people enslaved us” well guess what??? Somebody made the deal to get ya ancestors on the dayum boat in the first place and they weren’t white… ~ Kieaun
I quote him here as I can’t say it any better, any more concisely and while some might think it abrasive, what does it take to come together as human beings? He – and many others – are not asking for handouts. They aren’t asking for favors, or an easy ride or special treatment. They’re asking to be treated fairly and not have to fear being shot for going to the store. It might not be in your neighborhood, but it happens, and it happens too often.
Wrong is wrong folks. The details are being investigated and may or may not come out fully. But I know there are a great many black folks who want that fair shake to make their own way and no matter what many say, actions don’t follow. It’s easy to look at the negative. Oh there’s the problems in Chicago, or New Orleans, or <insert city here>. Yep. That’s there. Yes it’s bad news for all. It doesn’t matter if white, black, Indian or what color of skin, shape of eyes, location of origin.
Bottom line we all want to be accepted. Loved. Given a fair chance to make our own way. Make a difference. Mentor kids including from those poor areas who maybe won’t have another chance. Give them a chance to learn, to go to college.
Give them the most important thing. Hope. Without hope there is no tomorrow. This blog is one tiny corner of the virtual world. It doesn’t matter what we grow to eat if hope is gone. If there is no tomorrow.
Carpe Diem. Every day. Every person. Every child.

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