I got a letter from John Grisham yesterday.
At least that’s what the envelope said. I found it to be an appeal on behalf of a person and an organization that I’ve heard of, but knew little about – Morris Dees, an Alabama lawyer and friend of Grisham’s, and the Southern Poverty Law Center. It is the mission of Dees and the SPLC to put hate organizations out of business and to teach tolerance.
I read the enclosed piece and was literally horrified at the abuses, savage beatings, murders and more that still go in in this country perpetrated by any number of hate groups upon innocent individuals of some minority status or other. I was beyond horrified; I was deeply saddened. (And mind you, I am not writing this to drum up donations for the Southern Poverty Law Center, but if you want to know what’s going on in this regard, you may want to visit the SPLC web site and find out for yourself – it’s very disturbing.)
What struck me were two things … I hear so many people talking about those in the world who hate and would destroy our country. I wondered, are people aware of how much hatred is alive and well, right here, within our own borders? Do they know that people are still being abducted, beaten, and hung? AND if that weren’t enough, that it’s often being done in the name of the abuser’s God? How have we become a nation with so much hate?
So … as an aspiring children’s book author and illustrator … the second thing I wondered was, what is being read to the young children of those people whose mission in life is to commit violence against people of a color, nationality or religion different than their own? What happened to love? To hope? To tolerance? Compassion? Do these people’s children read the same books as other children do?
Children’s book writers aspire to show a child a world of wonder, fun, sharing, understanding, friendship and caring. Can a mother whose husband goes out to senselessly beat a 16 year old boy into permanent physical and mental damage be reading to her child about caring for others? I am utterly confused and lost.
So I wonder, when a child is raised believing that hate towards others is an acceptable emotion, can a mere book, albeit written from our hearts and souls, have the power to change a young mind?
One of the things that is so endearing about our pets is how they come up with these little quirky behaviors on their own.
“My work is done here!” she affirms.
One of the things I love about reading Alice Hoffman is that I never know quite what to expect with the exception of one thing – I will be deeply moved by her story. I find Hoffman’s writing brilliant in her ability to take us so penetratingly into her characters, characters who are not heroes, but neighbors we see every day yet whose lives we barely know. Local Girls takes us into the midst of a family who struggles with pain and loss, and whose characters cling to the idea of surviving it, or in some cases, succumb.
candy!
He was looking at a place today in another of the (Delaware) “river towns,” and south of me by a few miles. This Victorian is in-town, needs more TLC than it looks in this photo, and in some cases a lot of work – window pane replacements, wiring upgrades, and so on. But the amount of space is HUGE – so many rooms, and so many windows! (Those boarded up are very tall windows, not easy to replace, and being protected in case anyone has some not-so-good intentions.) The pumpkin pine floors have all been restored and look great. For me, with so much on my plate, the task would be daunting. 
It lists as having 4 bedrooms, but actually there are another 2 on the top floor – one is humongous and could hold ballet classes. Kitchen needs a LOT. This couldn’t be the house for me unless it was all done, but I loved looking at it. It’s on a really lovely block where everyone has taken wonderful care of their homes, also mostly Victorian. I know they would all love to see someone take this house and give it the care it deserves.
Still A Dreamer 