All It Takes Is A Little Love

When my grandfather was a teenager he was able to land a job in a general store. He was mostly on his own with only a distant uncle serving as the guardian of the small inheritance that he received when his grandmother died. She had raised him after his mother’s death during childbirth but when he was thirteen she was gone and so he found ways to support himself with little jobs here and there. The position in the store kept him fed in a time when a depression was decimating the country. This was not in the twentieth century but at the end of the nineteenth century during the so called Gilded Age. 

Grandpa often described the desperation of ordinary Americans who became so despairing that they joined protest groups or resorted to theft to keep their families from starving. He saw Coxey’s Army marching through his town on its way to Washington DC with a ragtag group citizens determined to get the notice of Congress and hopefully get some help. He also witnessed his neighbors stealing from the store where he worked and sometimes even looked away from their thefts when he saw the dire situations in which they lived.

Later, when my grandfather was the head of a family he would all too often find himself out of work during the Great Depression. He told me that people, including himself, would do whatever it took to stay alive. He described driving to South Texas to purchase cabbages from the farmers there and then selling them for a small profit that allowed him to purchase food for his family for one more week. He often commented that a truly good man would move heaven and earth to take care of his children and that might even include moving, lying and in the worst case scenarios stealing. 

I never got the idea that my grandfather ever had to become a thief but he certainly moved over and over again following the jobs and seeking the places where people were kind enough to work together and share whatever they had. He admired people who were brave enough to take risks in pursuit of survival and was never too proud to do the most menial of jobs or even to take charity if needed. 

I think of the wisdom of my grandfather quite often, especially in the present times when our nation is divided as to what to do about people who have immigrated to our country without going through the proper channels to get here. I wonder how many of those souls are just like my grandfather was when he literally took pride in keeping his family housed and fed no matter what it took to do so. He was a protector for all of his one hundred eight years and I think he would have seen the immigrants from a different point of view than just the kind of black and white indictments that deem them to be criminals for taking the risk of getting their families to a safe place. 

I worked with many children who were brought to our nation without proper papers. They were mostly from proud families like my own. Their parents worked long hours seven days a week to provide them with the opportunities that were unavailable in their home nations. They did the kind of jobs that most Americans do not want. They were not taking from anyone. They paid their bills and their taxes and taught their children to love this nation and to be grateful for their good fortune. Nonetheless they often conveyed their fears and hoped that one day their families would no longer feel unwelcome even as they worked so hard to prove themselves. 

I suppose that my grandfather showed me how to look at the situation of those who have immigrated to our nation illegally a bit differently from those who want them gone. While I am not so naive as to believe that none of them had bad intentions and indeed have engaged in criminal acts I know from experience that the vast majority of them only wanted better lives for their children. They knew that their existence would be difficult but it was a sacrifice that they made out of love. Indeed they were not so different from my own maternal grandparents who were lucky to be allowed to come to the United States without any restrictions or quotas in the early twentieth century. 

My heart breaks for the people who are being hunted by the present administration. The fears inside immigrant communities are wreaking havoc on people who have been serving us well with their skills and willingness to work long hours at jobs that few of us would ever wish to do. Not all of them are illegal but in the sweeping deportations that are happening across America even those who are here with permission are being uprooted and sent to uncertain futures. Children are being handcuffed as though they are criminals. The whole situation is absurd and should be frightening to all of us. 

I learned a long time ago as an educator that I had the power to rile up my students enough that they would lose their composure and strike out against me. I never used that power because baiting someone is vile and yet this is what our nation appears to be doing with both those who are being sent to detention centers and jail and those who are defending them. What is happening is very wrong and surely we all can see that. It is time to put a stop to the insanity and cruelty of it all. 

I don’t know where this will lead but the potential for the destruction of all of our freedoms is frightening. There is a vindictiveness overtaking our land that is unAmerican and those of us who love our nation know that we must voice our concerns while we still have the right to do so.

The last five years have been tough for many people throughout the world. It would have been difficult enough just to endure the losses and sacrifices of the worldwide pandemic but life had to go on. People had to work, care for family members, endure challenges and attempt to stay sane and happy through the uncertainty of it all. Most of us had to keep moving one foot forward in spite of all the challenges. Some folks had to face wars and natural disasters that added insult to the injuries that they had already known. These years have been hard on all people and if ever there was a time when we needed good people to serve and guide us to come together it is surely now. Instead we are divided and anxious as our president and much of our Congress has decided that it is a good time to remove many of our safety nets and install people to tear down and destroy rather than to slowly and thoughtfully improve our sense of well being.

I do understand why so many Americans are turned off, unwilling to delve deeply into learning what has actually been happening since Donald Trump assumed office as our president for a second time. It’s easier just to live as though everything is okay as long as it does not personally touch any of us. I’d like nothing more than to simply pretend that I am okay with the chaos that is disrupting people’s lives because I am not being affected by most of it. I can be almost invisible and invulnerable simply because I am an old white woman with a nice home, food in the pantry and a pension for my years of teaching children. I should just be going on trips and enjoying the fruits of my labors rather than spending hours each day attempting to learn what Trump and his legions are doing to change the very nature of our democracy. 

I always promised myself that I would never close the blinds on my windows and pretend not to see innocents being hurt by despots. My ancestors fought in the American Revolution and with the Union Army in the Civil War. I felt it was my duty to honor their valor by doing my part to insure that our freedoms will never be taken for granted. I vowed that I would always be willing to be a voice for those who are silenced. I never imagined that things would become as dire as they now seem to be. It never occurred to me that human nature would be such that those not directly impacted by the lawless decisions of the present administration would fall for an endless stream of lies and propaganda. 

I think of my seventh grade teacher who warned us that such a thing might happen anywhere. She shockingly told us that even in our great nation lies and half truths thrive unless we take the initiative to point them out. It is on all of us as American citizens to be the watchdogs of our republic. We begin that process with our voices and our votes. If we only endorse those who give us what we want while ignoring the pain and needs of our fellow Americans we are doing a disservice to everyone including ourselves.

I have always enjoyed studying the history of our nation and of the world. Even as a child I saw the patterns of evil that seem to always exist in the darkest corners of our humanity. I confronted my parents when I saw Black people being forced to the back of the buses that I rode on to downtown Houston. I knew innately that segregation was wrong. Nobody had to influence me to know what was horrific about hateful people. I reveled in goodness when I saw examples of it. I constantly thought about our human natures and our tendencies to become tribal and even violent to maintain control and status. In spite of all the mistakes of the United States like ever allowing slavery or conquering and abusing the Native Americans, I still believed that most of us shared a common desire to be honest and contrite about such original sins. I believed in a slow progress toward enlightened thinking and acceptance of each other regardless of differences. 

Sadly I did not take into account the fact that many of the worst aspects of human nature continue to smolder in generation after generation. Humans make progress and then along comes a time when the haters of the world find ways to gain power and to exercise their domination over those that they fear and despise. The kings and potentates of Europe thought of themselves as gifts from God for centuries. Authoritarians have played on the worries of common people again and again. The powerful vie for wealth and power while the rest of us are simply trying to live our lives in peace. 

I wish that it were easier for me to pretend that everything is fine. I wish that I did not worry so much about people that I do not even know when I witness abuse of them. As long as I am okay why should I be so anxious and torn apart because certain groups or individuals are being targeted without understanding or compassion? Why do I listen to some media outlets with so much disdain for the untruths and gaslighting that they are constantly feeding to the public? 

Perhaps it has always been inevitable that I would use my voice as tiny as it is to attempt to speak out for those who have been muted. I heard the stories of my mother and her family being targeted with slings and arrows only because they were immigrants from a part of the world that people had judged to be lazy and dirty. I listened to my father speaking truths about our nation’s history. I heard stories from my grandfather about the horrors of the so called good old days. My teachers were honest with me. My mother-in-law shared her insights about human nature with me. I am altruistic. I worked not for money, but to do good in the world. I suppose that it is in my nature to disrupt the contentment that I should just simply enjoy because I can easily hide among the favored people of our president. Instead I worry day and night that the beautiful things that the Untied States have done will be vindictively tossed aside. Thus I cannot and will not be quiet no matter how difficult it becomes. Thankfully there are many others like me and I have the courage of my ancestors to guide me. I will persist. 

My husband and I moved into our present home in 2025. We had not been here very long when a woman who lived across the street stopped her car to greet us and welcome us to the neighborhood. She explained that she had not come over earlier to introduce herself because she had been driving back and forth to the hospital where her premature baby girl had spent many weeks fighting to hang onto life. The child had been born so small that diapers had to be adapted to her tiny size. Her lungs were barely functioning and whether or not she would make it was touch and go. 

Eventually the tiny girl came home with her parents who were delightful and incredibly gracious and friendly. I truly felt blessed that they lived so close to us and we engaged in a friendship that rivaled those we had made in our old neighborhood. Sadly, the couple decided to move closer to work and were gone much sooner that we had hoped. 

We kept in touch via Facebook and watched as they brought home another baby. This time it was a boy. In the twenty years since we first met them so much has happened. They adopted a  child from India and entertained us and all of their friends with video cook offs during Covid when most of us were mostly staying home. Their joy and vitality was a kind of panacea for our isolation during that time. 

As most parents do, they shared stories about their children. The eldest daughter, Maya, developed a beautiful voice and headed off to the University of Houston where she would study in the Moore’s School of Music. There she would enjoy the best of two worlds, living on campus but also being close enough to meet up with her family now and again. Her choral performances became a diversion for her proud mother and father and for those of us following the beautiful story of her family. 

Recently Maya sang a solo with her church choir. It demonstrated the culmination of her hard work, but also the glories of the God who saved her at birth and gave her the lungs to praise with a beautiful voice. Her talent is stunning and I literally cried tears of joy and appreciation as  I listened to her perfect pitch and the angelic notes that came from her beautiful heart. 

I am not someone who normally cries easily. In fact I tend to go through funerals with a dry eye. It is only later when no one is around that my body lets go of the emotions I am feeling. The only time that I have zero control over shedding tears is when I hear beautiful music. The notes of a grand performance by another person seems to push away all of my inhibitions and efforts to control my composure. There is something spiritual about the ability to humans to make sounds that touch our very being. 

I have sobbed uncontrollably at a live performance of Phantom of the Opera but also when listening to a recording of that musical at home. I cried at a concert of music written by Hans Zimmer and when I listen to Jesus Christ Superstar each Easter. It did not surprise me when the tears rolled down my face after hearing Maya singing with her incredible voice. Somehow she brought out all of the feelings that I have for her family and for the glory of creativity and talent that raises humans to a state that is heavenly. 

We have a tendency in our world today to want our youngsters to cultivate some kind of abilities to work at a trade that will provide them with jobs that pay them enough to thrive and survive. While this is often the goal of education and the guidance that we give them, we all too often neglect to encourage them to develop the talents that make them soar with joy. We look at music, acting, comedy, writing as being luxuries that few of us can afford to pursue. We prefer seeing our young being practical and realistic. The arts have taken a back seat to science and technology in our adulation even as history has shown us that artistic talents live on through the centuries. 

We go to museums to see the artwork work of ancient Greeks. We are in awe of paintings and sculptures created by the great masters. Music is passed down from generation to generation and yet we too often become wary if one of our children desires to try a hand at forging a career in the arts. We worry that they will have dreary lives is they are not more practical and yet we all know of individuals who have followed their hearts and engaged in a lifetime of the arts and been some of the happiest people we have ever known. 

Money and status are not the be all and end all. I should know. I have been a teacher. Even with an advanced degree I made far less money that my peers who chose careers in business or technology. I came home happy each day that I worked which was worth more to me than double the salary. There really are some things that money cannot buy. 

I wish that we would encourage our most talented people as a society rather than worrying that that they may not be as financially secure as we would like them to be. We need the arts in our lives and it is a great gift whenever someone has the talent to bring us joy. A true artist, like Maya, is truly a gift to us all.  

I recently posted a photo of me and my grandson at a protest rally in Houston, Texas. I was wearing a shirt with the image of the Statue of Liberty and holding a sign that proclaimed, “Hate does not make us great.” 

I received a number of replies from people who agreed with the sentiments of my stance, but those among my friends and relatives who disagree with my political views mostly ignored the whole thing. Only one person, a cousin whom I have known and loved since we were children, responded. His comment said, “So let’s start by loving Trump, not hating him.” 

I have to admit that I was a bit taken aback by my cousin’s response, but not surprised. I know that he is a strong supporter of Donald Trump and a believer that Trump’s ideas are good for the country. He is also a good man who has raised a wonderful loving family. He is a few years younger than I am so I have actually been in his life since the day he was born and in spite of what he may think of me and my views I love him and always will. Nonetheless I will continue to insist that Trump is a hate-filled man.

There is ample proof of Trump’s cruelty on any given day. He continually insults women in vile ways that would have been considered quite gauche and ungentlemanly in the past. He lies constantly with almost every word that comes out of his mouth. His disdain for minorities of every sort is apparent and he does not just despise them, he seems intent on torturing them for his own amusement. He belittles people who attempt to speak the truth and almost begs people to love and admire them. There is so little about him to stir my compassion other than the fact that he is a sad creature who makes himself so unlikeable. My sense of morality and kindness does indeed feel something for him, but it will never be love as long as he is so vindictively cruel to anyone who does not march in cadence with him. 

I know that my cousin means well and has his reasons for loving Trump, but even as I attempt not to hate anyone, it is impossible for me to love a person who inflicts so much misery on the world. Unlike many Americans I cannot see a hint of kindness in Donald Trump. He pretends to be a Christian man but I rarely see him attending church or actually leading a prayer. On the few times he has publicly been inside a church for the funerals of Jimmy Carter and Pope Francis he seemed confused by the readings and rituals and eventually fell asleep. 

I believe that it is between God and Trump as to their relationship. I would not presume to know what is really inside Trump’s head anymore than I would want someone to make presumptions about me. I only know that even if it is quite naive, I believe in the concept of redemption. Jesus told us that when we genuinely ask for forgiveness and enact our intentions of changing our hateful ways, we are saved. I would like to believe that somewhere in Trump’s heart there is a speck of decency that makes him truly care about all people, not just those who loyally pledge their fealty to him. The problem is that so far I have not observed any indication that he is ready to stop being a bully and become a true man of peace and love. 

Thus I will continue to insist that Trump’s form of hate will not make our country or any place on earth great. Love and kindness and unflinching morality are the things that bring out the best in humankind. Attempting to genuinely understand and appreciate those who are different from ourselves builds a powerful force of cooperation and unity. Our goals as a nation should not be to diminish but to grow and prosper together. Hate never created happiness, peacefulness or success. It can seem to devastate those we call our enemies for a time but such effects are temporary and ultimately leave out too many among us. 

So I will tell my cousin that he will always have my love no matter how much our beliefs differ He is a wonderful part of the story of my life. I marvel in his success as a man, a husband, a father and a grandfather. He is a talented photographer and a man of faith. He was a good son to his parents. He brought me pleasure as we grew up together. For these things I cherish him, but I suppose that we will never agree politically, especially when it comes to loving Donald Trump. 

I will persist in my resistance of Donald Trump’s destruction of the nation that I have so loved for seventy six years. Those who know me well realize that I do not hate. I remember a fellow teacher once proclaiming that I would be able to find something positive about the foulest person on the planet. I suppose that when it comes to Trump my only kudo for him would be that he appears to be a masterful salesman. Sadly he is selling a pile of junk.   

I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. Right now the media is focusing on things that do not matter while remaining silent about things that must be discussed. A case in point is rhe fanning and fainting over Biden’s mental condition in his final days as president while little or nothing is being noted regarding the multiple illegal actions that Trump has taken since his inauguration. It represents a bona fide case of changing the narrative to cover up an even more terrible situation.

Frankly I don’t care about what kind of mental condition Biden was in because ultimately somebody convinced him not to run for a second term. He was a lame duck from the moment that he hesitated while answering questions in his debate with Donald Trump. What Americans needed to hear from the press was a scathing assessment of the many lies that Trump told during the campaign. Now that Trump is president what really matters is pointing out the horrendous things that he does on an almost daily basis. The American people have the right to know that Trump is attempting to overturn amendments to the Constitution and laws that he thinks don’t matter. Instead the brouhaha over Biden’s mental condition continues as though somehow the fact that he was struggling is more important than the dismantling of our government that Trump is attempting with little or no pushback. 

I hate to say this but it appears that a rather large number of American citizens have not fully understood that there are supposed to be three branches of government, not one man forcing his views on everyone. Trump is behaving as though he gets to decide what is right and what is wrong. He has installed a group of highly unqualified individuals as members of his cabinet and the Republican members of Congress have supported his choices without question even though I would like to think that they do indeed know that some of the loyal yes men and women should not be in charge of anything. 

I’ve tried to be polite in my essays but I have had enough. Every single day brings more and more absurdity to our nation and all too often it is met with silence. History shows that when citizens look the other way when illegal actions are being committed, it becomes more and more certain that our freedoms will diminish and perhaps even disappear. It is an especially egregious attitide when we boast that we will not be affected by the present mistakes because it is doubtful that we will live long enough to endure the full force of the dismantling of important aspects of our democracy. 

As a nation the most economically sound plan for the future is to invest heavily in our young, not our richest citizens. Better education for everyone pays off for everyone. Keeping kids healthy with good food and easy medical access is far more important that providing the richest Americans with even more wealth. We should all be wanting to help fund programs that care for the least among us before we consider massive tax cuts for the rich. We should be doing everything possible to ensure that our youngest workers are not footing the bill so that oligarchs can keep increasing their bottom lines. How much money does anyone really need? Our focus should be on insuring that every American has food in the pantry, a doctor nearby that they can afford to see, and an education that will help them to find meaningful work. These are the things that should be part of a “big beautiful” spending bill. 

The silence from the media and the bending of the knee of Republicans is deafening. They are sending the American people in the wrong direction. We should all be concerned about climate change and asking what we must do to slow the process. We should all care about whether or not our fellow citizens who live in rural areas have access to medical care. We should all be investing heavily in our public schools. We should understand the truth about the value of the immigrants among us. The vast majority of them are working hard, paying taxes and getting very little from our coffers. It’s time we showed some respect for what they do instead of stereotyping them as gang members and criminals and sending them away without due process. 

A brief look at the news should demonstrate the reality that somehow the journalists on whom we rely for the truth have been silent. They can get away with writing a negative story about Joe Biden, but they run the risk of inflaming the ire of Trump if they actually push him with hard questions and state the truth in their presentation of the news. 

Our Founding Fathers knew what it was like to be under the thumb of an authoritarian government. They not only revolted but then created a government of the people that protected our right to freedom of speech, separation of church and state and a clear plan for three branches of government designed to keep each other honest with checks and balances. We have to demand a return to a democracy that is focused on all citizens, not just those devoted to enriching themselves beyond their needs. We have to demand that our Constitution is followed and that our press is free to speak out loudly whenever they see problems. If we wait too long we will find ourselves in a mess that will haunt our youngest citizens for all of their lives. We should not be a dynasty government where fear determines how we will be allowed to act. I want to hear the voices of freedom, not crickets!