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The following post is a speech given by Robert F. Kennedy in 1968 on the occasion of the assassination of Martin Luther King. It has application to many events since then including 9/11, the continued mass shootings plaguing our country, the current ISIS terror in Paris and the rancorous dealings of the politicians of both Right and Left who seem to have lost a sense of how to responsibly govern. You may find exception with it. We ask you at least read and think about what he was trying to say about us as human beings.
Robert F. Kennedy Cleveland City Club April 5, 1968
This is a time of shame and sorrow. It is not a day for politics. I have saved this one opportunity to speak briefly to you about this mindless menace of violence in America which again stains our land and every one of our lives.
It is not the concern of any one race. The victims of the violence are black and white, rich and poor, young and old, famous and unknown. They are, most important of all, human beings whom other human beings loved and needed. No one - no matter where he lives or what he does - can be certain who will suffer from some senseless act of bloodshed. And yet it goes on and on.
Why? What has violence ever accomplished? What has it ever created? No martyr's cause has ever been stilled by his assassin's bullet.
No wrongs have ever been righted by riots and civil disorders. A sniper is only a coward, not a hero; and an uncontrolled, uncontrollable mob is only the voice of madness, not the voice of the people.
Whenever any American's life is taken by another American unnecessarily - whether it is done in the name of the law or in the defiance of law, by one man or a gang, in cold blood or in passion, in an attack of violence or in response to violence - whenever we tear at the fabric of life which another man has painfully and clumsily woven for himself and his children, the whole nation is degraded.
"Among free men," said Abraham Lincoln, “there can be no successful appeal from the ballot to the bullet; and those who take such appeal are sure to lose their cause and pay the costs."
Yet we seemingly tolerate a rising level of violence that ignores our common humanity and our claims to civilization alike. We calmly accept newspaper reports of civilian slaughter in far off lands. We glorify killing on movie and television screens and call it entertainment. We make it easy for men of all shades of sanity to acquire weapons and ammunition they desire.
Too often we honor swagger and bluster and the wielders of force; too often we excuse those who are willing to build their own lives on the shattered dreams of others. Some Americans who preach nonviolence abroad fail to practice it here at home. Some who accuse others of inciting riots have by their own conduct invited them.
Some look for scapegoats, others look for conspiracies, but this much is clear; violence breeds violence, repression brings retaliation, and only a cleaning of our whole society can remove this sickness from our soul.
For there is another kind of violence, slower but just as deadly, destructive as the shot or the bomb in the night. This is the violence of institutions; indifference and inaction and slow decay. This is the violence that afflicts the poor, that poisons relations between men because their skin has different colors. This is a slow destruction of a child by hunger, and schools without books and homes without heat in the winter.
This is the breaking of a man's spirit by denying him the chance to stand as a father and as a man among other men. And this too afflicts us all. I have not come here to propose a set of specific remedies nor is there a single set. For a broad and adequate outline we know what must be done. When you teach a man to hate and fear his brother, when you teach that he is a lesser man because of his color or his beliefs or the policies he pursues, when you teach that those who differ from you threaten your freedom or your job or your family, then you also learn to confront others not as fellow citizens but as enemies - to be met not with cooperation but with conquest, to be subjugated and mastered.
We learn, at the last, to look at our brothers as aliens, men with whom we share a city, but not a community, men bound to us in common dwelling, but not in common effort. We learn to share only a common fear - only a common desire to retreat from each other - only a common impulse to meet disagreement with force. For all this there are no final answers.
Yet we know what we must do. It is to achieve true justice among our fellow citizens. The question is now what programs we should seek to enact. The question is whether we can find in our own midst and in our own hearts that leadership of human purpose that will recognize the terrible truths of our existence.
We must admit the vanity of our false distinctions among men and learn to find our own advancement in the search for the advancement of all. We must admit in ourselves that our own children's future cannot be built on the misfortunes of others. We must recognize that this short life can neither be ennobled or enriched by hatred or revenge.
Our lives on this planet are too short and the work to be done too great to let this spirit flourish any longer in our land. Of course we cannot vanish it with a program, nor with a resolution.
But we can perhaps remember - even if only for a time - that those who live with us are our brothers, that they share with us the same short movement of life, that they seek - as we do - nothing but the chance to live out their lives in purpose and happiness, winning what satisfaction and fulfillment they can.
Surely this bond of common faith, this bond of common goal, can begin to teach us something. Surely we can learn, at least, to look at those around us as fellow men and surely we can begin to work a little harder to bind up the wounds among us and to become in our hearts brothers and countrymen once again.
"Chocolate Bar, The Book"
There currently is no cure for the disease and, because of its rareness, funding on research was going to end. Dylan had met Jonah in school and they became best friends. Dylan decided he wanted to help his friend so he wrote his book.
All proceeds go directly to funding research on finding a cure. Dylan has a goal of raising $1,000,000. To date, over $400,000 has been raised. If you want to help Dylan reach his goal and save Jonah and others suffering from this rare and fatal disorder, go to http://chocolatebarbook.com/. Oh, by the way, Dylan was 6 years old when he wrote the book. He's seven now and wise way beyond his years.
"Just One More Day In the Driver"s Seat"
Nanci R. Rainey has written "Just One More Day In the Driver"s Seat" published through Tate Publishing February 2012. "Just One More Day...". Is a personal memoir of her son, Billy's daily struggles, positive accomplishments as well as failed attempts at controlling the mutation of DSRCT cancer cells. DSRCT (Desmoplastic Small Round Cell Tumor). Is an extremely rare strain of cancer, with only about 100 (a number which may change over time) published cases in the New England Journal of Medicine. A portion of the profits from the sale of the book are marked DSRCT research. The book is for sale in both written and eBook format, available at Barnes&Noble.com, Amazon.com, through Nanci's website, www.nancirainey.tateauthor.com; and also available through Tate Publishing.com.
Life Comes With Many Choices. Choose Wisely and Share Love With All You Meet.
We stumbled across a link to this video and wanted to share it with those visiting our site. In an age where there seems to be an overabundance of fear and hate, even by those claiming to be religious, it might be time to sit back a think and look at what we make of our lives. Please go to http://www.thedashmovie.com/walkthetalk.
Even if you don't agree with the words, the pictures are beautiful.
Here is a message we received from a friend. It speaks to all the world if only we allow ourselves to READ CAREFULLY TO COMPREHEND!
A holy man was having a conversation with the Lord one day and said, 'Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell are like.'
The Lord led the holy man to two doors.
He opened one of the doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of stew, which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth water.
The people sitting around the table were thin and sickly. They appeared to be famished. They were holding spoons with very long handles that were strapped to their arms and each found it possible to reach into the pot of stew and take a spoonful. But because the handle was longer than their arms, they could not get the spoons back into their mouths.
The holy man shuddered at the sight of their misery and suffering. The Lord said, 'You have seen Hell.'
They went to the next room and opened the door. It was exactly the same as the first one. There was the large round table with the large pot of stew which made the holy man's mouth water. The people were equipped with the same long-handled spoons, but here the people were well nourished and plump, laughing and talking.
The holy man said, 'I don't understand.'
'It is simple,' said the Lord. 'It requires but one skill You see they have learned to feed each other, while the greedy think only of themselves.'
Remember that I will always share my spoon with you.
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Where there is hatred, let me sow love.
Where there is injury, pardon.
Where there is doubt, faith.
Where there is despair, hope.
Where there is darkness, light.
Where there is sadness, joy.
O Divine Master grant that I may not so much seek
To be consoled as to console.
To be understood as to understand.
To be loved as to love.
It is in giving that we receive.
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
It is in dying that we are born to eternal life.
St. Francis of Assisi
Listen to some of the words spoken by Robert F. Kennedy. Think about the meaning of what he said. You may or not agree with his political beliefs, but we think it important to consider what we can each learn from his words.
"Tragedy is a tool for living to gain wisdom, not a guide by which to live"
"Let us dedicate ourselves to what the Greeks said so many years ago to tame the savageness of man and make gentle the life of this world let us dedicate ourselves to that"
"Some men see thing as they are and say why I dream things that never were and say why not"
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