I have been very fortunate in my life. I have been to Africa a couple of times, not just for vacation or a safari, but also, I was allowed to work there for a few months. Africa! When I say the word, you can hear the love I feel. It’s the same tone of voice that I use when I say “Hi, honey.”
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In Yugoslavia, on a beautiful coast
right when the Civil War started
mothers held their children tight.
I saw fear in the women’s eyes.
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It had fascinated me, yet I couldn’t remember its name. It makes music out of nothing. “It’s a diddley wiggly thing.” I tried to remember what it had been called but my memory failed me -again.
“… And suddenly the theater prince threw his golden cardboard crown to the floor with momentum, he rolled up his sleeves, and shouted to the audience in a powerful voice:
Let’s go! Now in real life!“
Well, it wasn’t quite like that, but a little bit! Especially inside, in the heart of the man without a crown.
The episode of “A Million little things” two weeks ago, shows a black gathering with family and friends. There is laughter, people pick at each other, the way we all do when we have a good time. A young teenage boy joins them, his face is earnest. When asked what is going on, he turns his phone around, and shows the rest of he people a video he just saw online.
“The genius of apartheid was convincing people who were the overwhelming majority to turn on each other. Apart-hate is what it was. You separate people into groups and make them hate on another so you can run them all.”
This is why I love animals so much. Whenever we think we have them all figured out, they do something that we don’t expect, they surprise us and make us rethink our own values.
Fear works like breaks on a car. There is no moving forward and no going back, we stay there frozen like a deer in the headlights, whenever we hit the fear-pedal.