Showing posts from June, 2020

Thanks, Mr. Northup

Mr. Northup was my high school driver’s education teacher. The school car had a clutch and my family car had automatic transmission, and so using a clutch challenged me but I finally got the hang of it. Also I remember that we once stopped at an apple orchard and each of us took an apple. No one was at the roadside stand for the orchard, and Mr. Northup left some cash to pay for them.   But what I remember most is the three other students. They were Joe, Jimmy and Bessie. They were black. Joe and Jimmy were on the basketball team. Joe was the MVP. Bessie was quiet and kind. All had a good sense of humor. The guys in particular teased me to no end about my having difficulty with the clutch. We had a good time during our several outings and all of us succeeded in getting our licenses to drive.   Had it not been for Mr. Northup, I never would have had the opportunity to get to know Joe, Jimmy and Bessie other than by name in a class of about 40 students. That’s why I am thankful to Mr. No

Prayer on Racism

I was invited to give a prayer today for a congregation following a sermon entitled  401 years, 8 minutes and 46 seconds  by Rev. Rodger McDaniel.  I decided to share it with you. Let us pray.   God, forgive us: For our complicity of injustice toward people of color; For our spreading lies about our black and brown brothers and sisters; For our silence when we witnessed oppression against others because of the color of their skin. God, have mercy on us: For not understanding our white privilege and that categories of race are not scientifically true; For not being accountable for the sins of slavery, genocide and theft by our European ancestors; For not rejecting and correcting the false and biased history we were taught in school. God, deliver us: From the fears that lock us inside our comfort zones; From dependence on insidious institutional racism; From despair that destroys hope for change. God, give us: Courage to admit that we are guilty of racism; Humility to drop our cloaks of


Protests across the country have had a variety of experiences with law enforcement.  Some have been positive with officers laying down their shields and joining the peaceful protests, kneeling listening to what the protestors have to say and as happened in Riverton, the police stayed away while occasionally driving by with a friendly waive and later publically commending the organizers for their well-executed peaceful event. Unfortunately, other law enforcement took on the role of counter-protestors initiating violence and putting the First Amendment of the U.S. Constitution into jeopardy.   I saw several Facebook posts commending police who acted in goodwill.  But one was very negative indicating that all cops are bad cops. When a Facebook friend countered that not all cops are bad, she replied that they are until they are ready to take the abuse that protestors are receiving.  She categorized all cops as bad cops. I disagree. Yes, the system is broken. But cops are people; some good,