Author: Sharron Burnett

The first day of fall tends to be quite disappointing in Houston, Texas. The temperature stays in the nineties and the only signs of the changes of seasons are the porch decorations that feature pumpkins and wreaths festooned with the kind of leaves that we never see here. 

Around twenty one years ago my eldest grandson, Andrew, was in kindergarten and had an assignment to go on a fall walk and then create a picture or a short speech about the signs of fall that he saw.  Even at five years old he understood that he was not going to find dramatic changes in nature so he mostly grinched along as we felt overcome by the heat while sauntering around the neighborhood. 

Trying to be positive I suggested that he become a bit creative and describe how so many people change the color palette of their homes and clothing in the fall. I suggested that we might go to The Cheesecake Factory to enjoy a slice of pumpkin cheesecake that only comes around for a few months each year. I mentioned that we might make some pumpkin bread when we returned home or decorate his own house with whatever we might find stashed away in closets. Barring any of that I thought it might be fun to just draw a picture of what he would like to see on a real fall day like they have in Maine or New Hampshire. 

I think he was born logical because none of my ideas lit his creative torch. “Let’s face it, Gammy,” he insisted, “fall in Houston only means that maybe we no longer reach temperatures in the in the hundreds.” I tried to maintain my positivity by agreeing to drive through Starbucks to purchase a pumpkin latte for his mother. I wanted to at least get out and about somewhere to soothe his irritation with the teacher whom he believed must have never before lived in Houston. He kept insisting that nobody born in Houston would give the class such a silly assignment.

After our trip to Starbucks we settled down to create a semblance of a project that would keep him from awaking the ire of his teacher. He half-heartedly drew a photo of falling leaves in shades of yellow, orange, red and brown. He vied for extra credit by creating a speech about what causes trees to develop such dramatic shades when a true fall season comes around. I suppose that he had the right idea even if the enthusiasm was not there.

I’ve been fortunate to see some autumn beauty in Colorado and most recently in Scotland even though I was there a bit early for a full blown extravaganza. Still I got the idea of how glorious the landscape would look in a week or two. I have to admit that I felt a sense of jealousy that some people get to see such glory once each year over and over again. I thought of how cool the air was in Scotland and how I was able to begin wearing sweaters as early as October instead of waiting just a bit longer because of the warmth that defined the days.

My own sweaters seem to last a lifetime. My only reasons for giving them away are because they begin to look out of style or perhaps I have gained more weight than I wish and they look funny with the lumps and bumps. Investing in fall and winter clothing where I live is generally a waste. The summer gear is a much better investment. I have even seen folks wearing shorts and sandals on Christmas Day. 

Nonetheless I get into the fall spirit every single year starting with September when I unpack the two boxes that have my autumn decorations. Somehow the inside of my home looks so much cozier with the wreaths and pumpkins that I place in the rooms. Then when October comes I add to the frivolity with Halloween gear.

I set out my books by Edgar Alan Poe and perch a raven on top of them. I hang a skeleton near the front door and set up a string of ghostly lights along the sidewalk leading to my front door. I put a grouping of haunted houses in the living room window and do my best to make the the atmosphere look scary for the arrival of the Trick or Treaters at the end of the month.

Then comes Thanksgiving and I set out the pilgrim statuettes that i purchased so long ago that they have become a tradition in my home. I have a turkey handmade by students in a shop class at one of my schools and bring in gourds and special plates. I begin making pumpkin pies the way my mother taught me that always keeps members of the family asking for more. I bear a bit of the heat by adjusting my air conditioner so that I might finally wear my sweaters and break out the fall necklace that my husband gave me as a gift many years ago. 

One of these days I hope to spend the fall in a bonafide leaf changing kind of place where the nights are cool and call for sitting near a fireplace sipping on coffee or tea. Until then I have to admit that I am fairly good at making the best of my situation. I fill the air with the aroma of pumpkin bread or pumpkin pie. I pretend that my fake wreaths are real and mostly I enjoy the many traditions of the season that keep me enjoying the people with whom I share a kind of holiday spirit. 

The children continue to come to my door each Halloween and I do my best to entertain then as a good witch. I meet up with family on Thanksgiving and feel a profound sense of gratitude that even after many decades I am still going strong. Maybe not having a real fall where I live is not so bad after all. 

For several days now I have stewed over something that happened in my state of Texas. I found it so repulsive that I had to take a deep breath before addressing the issue. 

By now most people have heard of the racist comment posted by Republican Bo French regarding a photo of celebration at the University of Texas/Ohio State football game. The picture showed a group of South Asian University of Texas students wearing cowboy hats and the burnt orange colors of the Texas Longhorns. They were jumping up and down with their fingers waving the UT horns sign and huge smiles lit up their their faces. What should have been a beautiful tribute to the incredible diversity of the school, the state of Texas and the United States itself was tarnished by Bo French’s insinuation and lament that so many foreign looking students were taking the rightful spots of native white Texans.

The saddest aspect of his horrific remark came when other Republicans defended him or simply ignored what he had said. It pointed to something very ugly that some (not all) MAGAs under the influence of Donald Trump have not just implied but openly defended since 2016. Namely there is a large core of Americans who literally want to ship out citizens of color who they also condemn because they are not Christians regardless of whether or not they are citizens of our country. This has been a damning moment that has revealed an ugly underbelly of thinking that we have all seen unfolding time after time after time in regards to anyone who appears to be foreign.

It has been rightfully pointed out that it is not easy for students to gain admission to the University of Texas. The school’s standards are extremely high and include a state rule that the very top students of Texas public schools will be automatically accepted. This does not mean that that their preferences in majors will be automatic as well. For many majors such as business and engineering they will have to prove their abilities during the first two years of study and only a small percent of them will be officially allowed to continue in certain programs. Those students in that photo had to have the chops to be there. They were not a group of foreigners who were given a shot over Texas residents and citizens of America they were more than likely fully assimilated Americans. They had to meet the standards of the university by merit and it seems that seventy five percent of the students at the University of Texas are part of the top tier of those graduating from public schools. in the state.

Sadly for me the point is not to defend these young students simply because they are bright and not necessarily from foreign countries but because they should not have been deemed as somehow deficient and unworthy simply by the way they look. That is racism by any definition and someone running for one of the most important offices in Texas like Bo French should be shunned for his horrific comments. Sadly this is not the first time he has said such things. His beliefs are disgusting and held by many other Republicans politicians and voters who would be happy to see all Asians, Hispanics and Muslims sent back to wherever they came from even if they are citizens born here.

I have not wanted to believe that such horrific thinking was still living in the hearts and minds of so many Americans. Many of my former students of color and even some of my work colleagues of color have warned me not to be so naive. They have told me that my whiteness has sheltered me from the truth and I did not want to believe. Sadly more and more often I have seen evidence of the veracity of an ugly kind of bigotry from far too many of my fellow Americans.

We have a major problem in the United States right now and it is not in our immigrants. It is in our White House and in far right organizations spreading hate in efforts to rid our country of anyone that does not seem to conform to their beliefs that we should be a white Christian nation. Not even all of our founders believed that and yet such thinking has been a major problem for the United States since its inception.

We took too long to outlaw slavery and endured a Civil War because of it. After the nation held there were decades before our Black citizens gained a modicum of equality. There is an undercurrent of racism that is behind ICE and those rallies that Trump holds. Many MAGAs have become bolder and bolder in their willingness to spout racist comments sometimes under the cloak of Christian nationalism. They often imply that Muslims should be tossed out of our country. They fret over the diversity that they see overtaking the United States. They want a one size fits all way of white supremacy and a form of Christianity that would puzzle Jesus himself.

I write this with a grave sadness and anger that we must address this kind of bigotry again. We fought hard to be inclusive and to value the worth of every human being regardless of whether or not they were like us. All it took was a beautiful photo of young students who did not fit the preferences of many MAGAs to light a match that revealed what has always been behind the screen for far too many Americans. Bigotry is real and I pray that we send a message to Bo French and anyone else who either agrees with him or is unwilling to spurn him by voting them out in the midterm elections. It is long past time for turning the tide to decency. 

One thing that I know for certain is that we each learn differently. My husband only needs to hear something and he remembers it forever. I have to not only see things on paper but I must also be able to manipulate what is written down by highlighting, underlining and circling important ideas. In other words I am not only a visual learner but also one who has to include some kinesthetics to completely understand a concept. 

When I was a student I adopted a personal way of learning. I literally paced back and forth in my bedroom repeating ideas over and over again while tying them to visual experiences that I had. I worked magnificently but it was also a somewhat strange way of doing things. I was never able to sit quietly at a table in a library while learning new concepts. I literally had to use the methods that I invented for myself that seemed to work. 

I was never tested for any kind of learning disability nor did anyone attempt to find out what my learning style actually was. I somehow bumbled into knowing what I needed. Maybe it began with my first grade teacher who realized that I was having trouble differentiating between certain letters of the alphabet like the difference between a d and a b. With her encouragement I learned how to decode the written word with a number of tricks that included a large number of circles, underlining, arrows and color coding. I also used lined paper to the hilt so that I might properly sequence ideas. Just seeing something on a page and instantly comprehending it did not work for me. 

I greatly enjoy the power of computers but when it comes to testing my knowledge I find that computerized questions are more difficult than when the same query is made on a piece of paper that I can touch and decode with my ways of highlighting important ideas. Sadly computers are being used more and more in classrooms in lieu of actual textbooks and paper assessments. 

I tutor a number of students who are very bright but struggling with the online information. I suspect that it does not jibe well with their innate learning styles. I find that even I sometimes miss critical information when I attempt to help them. Our eyes fly over the words and without the ability to recode the question to fit the way we think it is more difficult than it should be. 

Many times I have printed countless pages from computerized lessons because I needed to show my students how to decode the information beyond just seeing it with their eyes. I literally teach them to read the problem and then write down essential information including exactly what kind of answer the question is seeking. This takes time and effort and in a world where they are expected to quickly move from one question to another they sometimes fall short. 

Another problem with having everything online is that parents have little or no idea what the teachers are trying to explain. They often complain to me that without a textbook with lots of examples they become unable to answer the questions that their children ask them. To them it feels as though the needed information is being hidden from them. 

As a mathematics teacher I always wanted to see my students’ work because that was the only way that I knew what they were missing when an answer was wrong. Seeing their actual calculations also insured that they were not just guessing from a list of multiple choice answers. I encouraged them to show me every step of their work by giving partial credit for answers that were only wrong because of a slight calculation error rather than total ignorance about how to perform the needed problem solving steps. 

As I tutor of today’s computer bound students I find that the best teachers provide them with written information on paper that they are able to keep in notebooks that sequentially lead them from one concept to another. Such teachers also require written copies of solutions that are then used to choose the correct answer on the computer. Then these great educators actually take the time to look at each student’s work even if they get everything correct. Such attention to details makes learning more comfortable for the students, provides parents with documentation of what is right and what is wrong, and allows students to use the learning style that works best for them. 

Computers have been a godsend for me in creating written documents. I am able to instantly repair typos and misspellings. In that regard they are wonderful but doing all of the practice and testing of certain subjects like mathematics with total reliance on a computer belies the hallmark of education which should always involve teaching that uses all of the learning styles. 

I find it remarkable that it was a first grade teacher who noticed my bit of dyslexia. She did not name it or indicate that is was a kind of disability. She simply understood that I was seeing things differently and she knew how to help me unravel the jumble of reversals with techniques that I have used to this very day. 

Perhaps what we need when we test our students is a combination of methods that might even include written copies of the questions and answers on paper that students may use to jot down what they are seeing and then transfer their answers to the screen. It will cost more and take more time but in the long run it will make life so much easier for students whose eyes almost cross when staring at a screen.

My husband Mike studied under a brilliant sociology professor who taught him to look for “the red thread” that shows the sociological tendencies of societies. If you follow the red thread through history you begin to see patterns that might even predict the future as long as you are very intuitive. We humans take awhile to foment dramatic changes in our lifestyles but the signs of the future are almost always apparent long before events happen. So it has been in the United States of America. 

Twenty five years ago terrorists brought down the twin towers of the World Trade Center. The irony of what they chose to destroy is only now quite clearly unfolding. Back then all that we realized was how vulnerable we were. Our reaction was to create safety measures for travel which in itself was not a bad idea but we also felt the need to go to war to assert our strength. Sadly that war mostly led to continuous problems in the Middle East rather than actually stopping the people and groups who had been responsible for the terror that changed our nation. 

While we did eventually find and kill Osama bin Laden, a large segment of our population also became fearful of anyone professing belief in Islam. Suddenly shopkeepers and neighbors who had once been their friends looked more like enemies with their Middle Eastern backgrounds. People who had nothing whatsoever to do with the terror of that day were shunned and threatened simply for appearing to be like the men who flew those planes. After seemingly not being cautious enough many Americans suddenly found themselves being overly cautious about anyone who looked different, anyone who did not seem to be like they were. Anyone whose religion was not Christian was a suspect in their eyes. 

As fears silently mounted the red thread of our history unwound leading us to a time when many felt great frustration and a yearning for a time before that horrific event of twenty five years ago. For some it meant returning to a time when WASPs known as White Anglo-Saxon Protestants were in charge. When a blonde haired blue eyed wealthy businessman came down a golden escalator for some it felt as though a new savior had arrived to set things right. 

We quickly saw that he was brash and outspoken in ways that would have been offensive in another time but we had seen what being nice and quiet had led us to endure and for some he was a savior, a man who understood that we needed to be tough and so he was surprisingly victorious even as those of us who voted against him believed that he would be a flash in the pan and then we would be rid of him.

Of course that did not really happen. His tenure was interrupted by a worldwide pandemic that confounded all of humanity. We bumbled through but not without great losses accounting for many more than the thousands of deaths on 9/11. We struggled to know how to react and instead of being a steady leader, our president fumbled and lied to cover his mistakes. His mismanagement revealed many of his flaws and lead to his demise in the next election. 

It was then that we began to see how broken we were as a nation. Friends became enemies even within families. We had been ravaged with fear for so very long and much of that time we had kept it silent but the pandemic ripped open our feelings and we lived our emotions openly lest we burst from the fears and the deaths that had charted our course for so long. 

Some of us believed that we began a healing process in 2021 but the memory of attempts to overturn the election results hovered like a suffocating blanket. Our relationships became ever more strained as we chose sides and prayed that one day we would be a united nation again. The red thread was leading us to places that divided us because we were unable to agree what we should do next to regain our footing. Unfortunately the mad man who had demonstrated his inability to manage our country in his first tenure lied his way back into office. Since the day he took the oath without placing his hand on the bible our once respected nation has lost much of its luster. 

We have watched in horror as the White House has been desecrated. We have been incredulous as Trump has insulted our allies and cozied up to our sworn enemies. We wake up each day with unrelenting anxiety as we worry about what he will do next. We are stunned by an unnecessary war that he created and now wages on. We visit the grocery story and spend a fortune for next to nothing. We gas up our cars and watch the cost mount. Our hearts are heavy and we chide ourselves for being silent when people that we loved were spouting ridiculous lies that they heard on Fox News. We watch vulnerable groups being targeted as outsiders and sometimes even killed for no good reason at all. We witness our president descending into a madness that rivals King George. 

If only we had all remembered to study that red thread and be honest about where it was leading us perhaps we would not be where we now are and yet here we are. Now it is time to use our votes to turn things around. If we do not rally as a nation that red thread will surely pull us apart, choke us on our unwillingness to be and make the changes that we should have made long ago. 

Our Founding Fathers foresaw the possibilities of what might happen. They made it clear what they were hoping to achieve and they thought they had set up a fair and flexible way of governing even as they wondered if we would be able to keep it. Ours is a watershed moment in which we can seize that red thread and take it in the direction that will keep us free without the hatred that has surrounded us for far too long. Every vote will matter and it is my hope that we will make the right choices instead of just pulling levers for the same old tired ideas. Making America great means being honest and honorable and understanding of everyone, even those quite different that ourselves. Take hold of that thread and help us return to the kind of nation we should be, one nation under God ( may have many forms) with liberty and justice for ALL!

I have a love/hate relationship with social media. On the one hand it has allowed me to make my writing public even if just for a handful of people. On the other hand it has opened the very keen possibility of having people lambast me for my thoughts. 

I am so happy that social media has provided me with the opportunity to reconnect with people from so many of the junctures of my life. It’s wonderful to see how they are doing and to realize where their lives led them after we parted. At the same time the honest comments that come from people that I have known sometimes shock me because they provide way more information about them than I actually wanted to know. In some cases my own honesty has led long term friendships to sour or even end. 

Most of what I dislike about social media involves things that I see from strangers that are ugly, racist and judgmental. Sometimes I know that what people are posting is an outright lie whose purpose is to turn us against each other. All in all because I am an older woman with a great deal of living under my belt I am able to ignore the worst aspects of social media. Nonetheless I worry about how it is affecting younger individuals or persons who are already fighting demons of their own.

Social media has become a political hammer in many regards, bashing people and groups and ideas with hateful rhetoric and lies. The untruths are the worst and quite often people do not take the time to determine what is real and what is not. Some of the worst possible posts come from our president who likes to air his grievances with anger and threats. 

Right now the official government site of the United States is pushing a series of computer games supposedly designed for children that are so horrific that they should be widely condemned. In one of them the goal is to detain and arrest as many brown skinned illegal aliens as possible. Once a figure is captured the screen dresses them with orange jumpsuits and congratulates the player for ridding the world of the despicable characters. 

It is difficult for me to imagine adults who seem to worry so much about whether or not the ten commandments are posted in classrooms or that our children are reading questionable books would endorse the kind of hate that these games provide. Never in the history of our nation has a president been so openly vile about certain groups of people and even certain persons. The example that he provides to our youngest citizens is crude and vile. Surely they see him bullying his perceived enemies and begin to think that acting that way is okay. 

Stories of young people being harassed and beaten down on social media are legendary, sometimes even leading to their deaths. Once a hateful post is online it might stay there forever making it almost impossible for the victim to ever again find peace of mind. For those of us who have lived through the slings and arrows of life for many years ignoring is easy, For a child who is still in the process of becoming it can be impossible to simply look the other way. 

I don’t know what the answer to social media actually is but I believe that it has in many ways created far too many problems and complications in the world. We have to spend so much time determining what is true and what is not as well as laughing off horrific comments aimed at making us feel small. It is as though under the screen of the internet people believe that they have permission to hurl threats and create lies. 

I suppose that someone reading this post might argue that when I complain about the president I am actually spreading the kind of hate that I so totally dislike. The difference is that Trump is speaking as the leader of our nation and as such he should be more uniting than dividing. He is supposed to be leading us all, not just those who bow to his every whim. He wants to be able to call people pigs but grows angry when someone pushes back with an insult of their own. 

Social media has been mostly good to me. I have enjoyed the good side of Facebook but I don’t go much beyond that. I don’t do Instagram or TikTok and I rarely find my way back to X. I like Bluesky and Substack where I follow certain people for information. I do write my own opinion pieces in my blogs but nobody has to read them and I try to choose my words carefully but honestly. Most of the time they do not venture into political issues but when something is bothering me I exercise my right to point out what I see as problems in our nation or world.

I suppose that throughout history there have been aspects of living that have been both good and bad. Perhaps one day we will learn how to use social media in positive ways. Until them I’ll keep writing and enjoying the kinship with people who mean so much to me. I hope my points of view do not bother them too much.