Birth of a Political Activist
Unknowingly, I became a political activist on November 22, 1966.
My father was my hero. He was a preacher, teacher and performed in almost every musical and play at the El Paso Community Theater. Everywhere he went, I begged to tag along with him and I remember as if it was yesterday sitting on the edge of a stage watching him rehearse Man of La Mancha, singing ‘To Dream the Impossible Dream’ or playing “Father Macaffee” in Bye, Bye Birdie.
On November 21, 1966 my sister & I were planning to go with our father to a school function but at the last minute my sister got sick and both of us weren’t allowed to go. I was furious and before he walked out the door I made damn sure my father knew just how angry I was at him—and yes, I told him I hated him.
On November 22 my mother woke me up very early that morning to tell me my father had been killed in a car wreck.
In that instant, I had to learn the difference between life and death and what a period at the end of a sentence really means.
So when Barack Obama took office and starting destroying the country that I loved so much, the little dormant activist inside of me started screaming in my head, “DO SOMETHING! Don’t let her go without a fight! Don’t live with one more regret that you didn’t do or say everything you could possibly have done and said to save her!”
I learned at a very early age that no matter how seemingly infallible something might seem—no matter how strong, how secure– it can all be gone in an instant. If we could take a time machine back to ancient Rome and tell them their entire Empire would eventually fall and that someday tourists would visit the ruins of their great monuments and coliseums, they would have laughed in our faces and called us conspiracy theorists.
Losing the election was a major blow but we certainly didn’t get where we are overnight and it did not begin with Barack Obama.
It took decades to get to the point in history where two thugs could intimidate and threaten voters with billy clubs and instead of being punished, they were released with zero consequences. And if you questioned that, you were called a racist.
It took decades to get to the point where innocent Americans are standing in airports with their arms in the air like criminals in something called a “Rapiscan” machine being publicly (albeit virtually) strip searched. The reason is because our government doesn’t want to hurt the feelings of the woman standing behind you wearing a burkha who might be a real terrorist. And if you questioned this, you were called “religiously intolerant”.
And it took decades to get to the point where a small group of people who believe in nothing told all of us who do believe in something to take down our crosses and dismantle our Nativity scenes because it “insulted their eyesight”. And when we questioned that, we were called “ignorant” and “backwards” and “unenlightened”.
Well folks, I don’t’ know about you but I’ll never again simply look down at my hands or bury my head in the sand when these things happen–and it’s past time for all of us to look those BASTARDS straight in the eyes and say NO MORE! NOT EVER AGAIN! NOT ON MY WATCH!
The good news is that the other side is definitely starting to hear us. CNN and all of the other non-Fox News networks are literally falling apart before our very eyes. They are freaking out because Americans have finally figured out that the mainstream “news” is (and has probably always been) the most one-sided, biased and unfair organization since the Gestapo. “Journalists” are officially considered despicable to most Conservatives and will never be blindly trusted again. The ‘alphabet networks’ are very much like the National Enquirer—there’s maybe a thread of truth in what they tell you, but the rest of the story is either hidden or completely made up. (We’re watching you, mainstream media, and we’re mad.)
I believe in prayer like nobody’s business; we all need to double up on prayer especially in the days/weeks/months ahead. However I believe in prayer with action and when I was a little girl I memorized a poem (author unknown) that I think says it all:
Sitting still and wishing
Makes no person great;
The Good Lord sends the fishing
But you must dig the bait.