Monthly Archives: November 2015

WHO WE ARE

The New Colossus

Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,

With conquering limbs astride from land to land;

Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand

A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame

Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name

Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand

Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command

The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

“Keep ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she

With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,

Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,

The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.

Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,

I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”

Emma Lazarus – 1883

These welcoming words are emblazoned on the pedestal of The Statue of Liberty, Like a shinning star, Liberty remains the symbol that displays the open heart of the American people in this wonderful land of ours.

For hundreds of years our country has become the home of immigrants from around the world. It’s something to be proud of and it reflects the true grandeur of the American people. If you are not of the indigenous peoples, then you, too, are an immigrant. We are all immigrants.

It’s never been easy. We have a history of forced immigration for African Americans, and when Irish, Scottish, Italian, Asian, Mexican, and many more ethnic groups came to our land, they were surrounded by racism and bigotry.  Many still continue to treat newcomers with that same cruelty and hatred.

Yes, our country still has racists, white supremacists, members of the KKK, and other American groups that claim to be patriots, yet they take no shame in murdering those who disagree with them. Americans, yet they murder. Right here in our own land.

Like it or not, these are our people, too.

Also, a part of our landscape is an ultra conservative political movement. They damn women and their right to reproductive freedom, and that’s not the half of it, riding on their backs are large groups of religious bigots who march under the flag of hatred. They think they have no connection to the suffering of others, not only in this country, but anywhere else in the world. Fear is what drives this herd of humanity that can’t seem to accept new, different ideas or cultures.

These are our people, too.

Blind bigotry—hatred takes a long, hard time to lessen. But sooner or later, from generation to generation, more people begin to realize that we are all one and that every ethnic group in this country contributes something wonderful to every one of us. Whether it’s art, music, science, language, technology, philosophy—each individual sooner or later becomes a part of this wonderful fabric called America.

Open up your hearts! It’s the American way.

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 “Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.”
David Corbett
Author & Teacher

“The Killing Vote starts off with a bang, literally, and never lets up. Bette Golden Lamb and J.J. Lamb pull no punches in highlighting behind the scenes politics. Gripping.”
Cara Black
Aimée Leduc Series

“…I don’t want to spoil anyone’s enjoyment of the book, so let me say that I locked all the doors and turned on all the lights in the house then stayed up all night reading.
Ana Manwaring
Author & Editor

 

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“Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”

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   “Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”

“The Sound of Silence.”  I loved that song Simon & Garfunkel once sang together. It says so much about people and their need for introspection. That need for space to think and breathe.

There’s something special about being in that solitary space—alone in the darkness with your thoughts—where you can listen to your mind speak to you, where you can know what you really think. A place where you can evaluate and ponder and dream.

That’s pretty much what it feels like to be a writer. In the silence, a single thought flashes through your mind and you build a whole world, maybe even a universe around it.

It can’t be only writers who do that.

Others must silently ask important questions. Who are we? What do we stand for? Why are we here?

Or are we too busy taking selfies, reflecting images of our own empty faces, showing off our newest clothes, drooling over all the glitter of the celebrities around us, that we don’t bother to question our own lives or anything real any longer?

Do we only live vicariously in others, in their dreams?

Doesn’t that make you sad? It makes me very sad because our world of reason, caring, learning is being slowly deconstructed right under our noses. We can no longer hear our inner voice—the voice that brings understanding about life and its meaning.

            Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.

Today I see a new kind of darkness, one where we don’t learn and pass on inner wisdom. Instead, it’s a kind of darkness filled with ignorance and fear.

Middle Ages-like-darkness.

A darkness where we’re so suspicious of people we have to carry guns. The kind of darkness that screams hatred of others—black, yellow, red, brown green, purple—anyone different than ourselves.

That kind of darkness is not my friend, and it’s not yours either.

In this current political turmoil, instead of finding substance, we find politicians vying strictly for attention and entertainment—not leadership. You know, the ones who make us laugh so we look at them and their empty thoughts.

We used to look to our future leaders for protection and honesty—now we get lies that are not challenged. By the time the truth surfaces, we’ve moved on to other lies—and on and on to the next sound bite of false information. And in this same treacherous loop, the news is no longer a bastion of responsible information, instead it passes on all those lies, along with the titillation we crave. We have become junkies, hooked on entertainment, hooked on buzz—not wisdom.

Whenever it was that we stopped paying attention to the real world, that’s when it became a place devoted to greed—greed that ravishes our deep inner desire for everything worth living for—our families, our homes, our friends, our land.

And now, all around us there are:

People talking without speaking,

People hearing without listening,

People writing songs that voices never share…

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“Ambition, greed, hypocrisy—and murder. Bette and JJ Lamb have taken the battle over medical care and fashioned a droll, lightning-paced political thriller with more plot twists than Washington has scoundrels. I thought of the great Ross Thomas as I hummed through the pages. Prepare to laugh–and get ripping mad.”
David Corbett–Writer & Teacher

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