I watched the film “In My Country” this morning. The story line deals with the reconciliation process between the white Afrikaners and the native people of South Africa following the end of Apartheid. It got me thinking about the difference between the TRUTH and the truth.
These days you hear and see a lot of diplomacy and partial truth. It’s like people don’t want the weight of a guilty conscience on one hand, but don’t want to bring the TRUTH to light either. “Let’s not play the blame game” has become the mantra of both liberals and conservatives when accountability is discussed, at the expense of correcting wrongs, and ensuring they don’t happen again. Relationships, alliances, allegiances, fears, and insecurities seem to be the driving forces behind this kind of thinking, and I believe it’s more prevalent now than ever.
I’ve found in the last few years that most folks just don’t want to “know” the TRUTH. It’s also become clear to me that most people aren’t consciously aware of it. However; below this denial there is a quiet part which understands that if they “know” something is wrong, they might have to do something about it to make it right. This may involve taking an unpopular stand, and the risk of disapproval. Instead they choose not to “know”. People avoid the risk of disapproval and being ostracized at the cost of TRUTH. That really troubles me.
I know it may seem that I come across as brutal, hard, and judgmental, but I don’t care. I’ve heard this before. A lot of people don’t like my directness, but I’m not here to make friends. It’s just not a high priority. Maybe if I didn’t have the one friend that I have, I’d see things differently. I believe I’m here to tell the TRUTH when I see it, and I’ve learned that doing so upsets people.
Here’s some TRUTH:
1) The love of money IS the root of most evil.
2) Comfort is a state of mind if you have the basics.
3) You can be dumb and tell the Truth.
4) You can be smart and tell the Truth.
5) You cannot be afraid and tell the Truth.
6) Every time you harm another knowingly, you harm yourself.
7) Some people stay in the kitchen (in spite of the heat) for much longer than
they should.
8) Not everyone has your best interests at heart.
9) Knowing that #8 is TRUTH does not mean you are paranoid.
10) Today, when the mainstream media is reporting on something,
they're avoiding the report of something more controversial.
11) Usually #10 involves the TRUTH.
12) Humor is not always the answer or the means.
13) Anger is not always something to avoid in yourself or others.
14) “Always” is a loaded word, as is “forever”.
15) Silence can be deafening.
16) When you start being silent about things that matter you start to stop
living.
Friday, June 29, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Deficiency Free Zone
I recently visited a friend of mine who is rehabbing at a convalescent facility in Portland following knee surgery. As I drove up to the address I was given, it hit me like a ton of bricks. A huge white banner was draped across the front of the building with 1 foot letters reading; “CONGRATULATIONS TO OUR STAFF FOR A DEFICIENCY FREE SURVEY!!” No way you’re gonna drive by that without taking notice. They don’t even need an address number.
Walking up to the front door, I found myself thinking that such a display doesn’t seem to take into account the fact that there are PEOPLE LIVING THERE. I’m certain it was either an attempt to drum up some business or true amazement that they are doing what they’re supposed to, but it just felt tacky to say the least.
When I went in the front door I was immediately met by the overbearing smell of feces. It seemed to be an old and permanent odor, not something I’d walked in on which was the result of a mishap of some sort. An aide approached me asking if she could help me. I told her I was there to visit my friend, and she volunteered to walk me to the room she was in. As we rounded the first corner, the smell went from feces to urine. Again; the smell was very strong. By now I was honestly feeling nauseous.
I got to my friend’s room just in time to see the Activity organizer at work. She had a list of questions she was asking in regard to hobbies and preferred activities. Following my friend’s "yes" or "no" answers to her questions she’d check the appropriate box on the list. Admittedly; I missed part of the inquisition, but I know that I didn’t hear any questions about going outside the facility. All the activities seemed to be site based.
When she had left and it was just my friend and I speaking alone, I asked if going into the community was a part of what she was offered for an activity. She told me it wasn’t. So it appears that my friend will be staying within the walls of this feces/urine smelling deficiency free zone until she goes home. The best part about it all is that she’s only supposed to be there a few more days.
Later that evening I was telling Magenta about my adventure at the convalescent center. Neither of us could figure out how they weren’t reprimanded for those nasty odors when the state did their check up. Neither of us could come up with an answer that makes sense. However; we did come up with an idea to drape a sign across the front of our house that would endear our neighbors to us. It would read...
“CONGRATUALATIONS TO US. NOT A COCKROACH IN THE PLACE!!”
Walking up to the front door, I found myself thinking that such a display doesn’t seem to take into account the fact that there are PEOPLE LIVING THERE. I’m certain it was either an attempt to drum up some business or true amazement that they are doing what they’re supposed to, but it just felt tacky to say the least.
When I went in the front door I was immediately met by the overbearing smell of feces. It seemed to be an old and permanent odor, not something I’d walked in on which was the result of a mishap of some sort. An aide approached me asking if she could help me. I told her I was there to visit my friend, and she volunteered to walk me to the room she was in. As we rounded the first corner, the smell went from feces to urine. Again; the smell was very strong. By now I was honestly feeling nauseous.
I got to my friend’s room just in time to see the Activity organizer at work. She had a list of questions she was asking in regard to hobbies and preferred activities. Following my friend’s "yes" or "no" answers to her questions she’d check the appropriate box on the list. Admittedly; I missed part of the inquisition, but I know that I didn’t hear any questions about going outside the facility. All the activities seemed to be site based.
When she had left and it was just my friend and I speaking alone, I asked if going into the community was a part of what she was offered for an activity. She told me it wasn’t. So it appears that my friend will be staying within the walls of this feces/urine smelling deficiency free zone until she goes home. The best part about it all is that she’s only supposed to be there a few more days.
Later that evening I was telling Magenta about my adventure at the convalescent center. Neither of us could figure out how they weren’t reprimanded for those nasty odors when the state did their check up. Neither of us could come up with an answer that makes sense. However; we did come up with an idea to drape a sign across the front of our house that would endear our neighbors to us. It would read...
“CONGRATUALATIONS TO US. NOT A COCKROACH IN THE PLACE!!”
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