Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label politics. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 5, 2020

Peregrine Falcon



I am participating in the
 Slice of Life.  
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, 
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!


It was an absolutely gorgeous spring day, perfect for a long walk. I headed down to my favorite nature path. Just as I came around one bend, I saw this amazing bird standing on the very edge of the grass, almost on the path. I froze in my place, not wanting to disturb it. I was standing about  50 yards away from the bird. It was about 15, maybe 17 inches tall. It had long wings, and these, plus the feathers down its back, were blue-grey, with specks of white, almost dotted; its breast was largely white, with orange or rust spots. It had a black, roundish head, with yellowed eyes, reminding me a little of an owl. Was it an owl? Was it some kind of owl that I had never seen? What a gorgeous bird, so distinct. I kept looking, still frozen, fearing it would fly away if I moved any nearer. Why didn't I bring my phone/camera on this walk? I needed to remember what I was seeing. Wait, was it hurt? It moved ever so slowly from leg to leg. We stood there together - separate - for a few minutes. I noticed its sharp beak, the sharp talons on its feet. Wait, maybe this was some sort of hawk? Hmm. Maybe I need to just give it space.

So I walked back the other direction, headed home, and came back with my camera, some 20 minutes later. The bird was gone, of course.

Back at home, I entered the bird's description into the old "Google Search bar," and made my way through lots of bird pictures and descriptions. I believe the bird I saw was a peregrine falcon

In all likelihood, it had just wounded some bird or small mammal, and was waiting to pounce again, when I happened upon the scene.

According to The Cornell Lab,
"In cities, they are masterful at catching pigeons."
"They often sit on high perches, waiting for the right opportunity to make their aerial assault."

Something tells me that falcon was as alert to me as I was to it, and therefore it paused in its deadly process.

I'm sure as soon as I turned around and headed home, it finished its work. That is the nature of this bird of prey, yes?


In what ways do we act as birds of prey?
Who is highly-focused, determined, ruthless?
Are there human birds of prey?

I can't help but see an analogy between this bird of prey and our current government. I am so horrified by the intentional work being done to undermine so much of what I believe is right, and, especially, how those in power are taking advantage of opportunities like this pandemic. Look at these headlines from recent weeks:

Trump administration uses pandemic to push far-right agenda

During coronavirus, the Trump administration environmental rollbacks continue

Well-connected Trump alumni benefit from coronavirus

Before COVID-19, Trump aide sought to use disease to close borders

Trump's temporary halt to immigration is part of larger plan, Stephen Miller says

Red states are exploiting coronavirus to ban abortion

Senate Republicans to push ahead on judges over Democratic objections


I will stop here; it was just too easy to find these headlines. It's as if the Trump administration has sent out a secret memo, "Quick, no one is paying attention...let's grab this opportunity right now and make all our ugly desires happen." They are sneaky, they are focused, and they are lying in wait...watching for the perfect opportunity to strike. COVID-19 gives them excellent cover. This is what my daily newspaper reading reveals...and why I find myself wanting to read the paper less during this time of shelter-in-place.

This is no time to stop paying attention.

Look how the administration spreads blame at this difficult time, using racist, divisive language and diatribe about China, cheering on the militias who protest the shelter-in-place rules, mocking and belittling others, especially women. Look at which watchdog or non-sycophant staff is being ousted or demoted on a Friday evening. Look at who is profiting during this pandemic.

Look at what those in power find time to do and what they don't do.
Look at their subterfuge.
Look at their focus.

This is purposeful cruelty. This is blatant disregard for those that truly need help.

We must all be on high alert. We must interrupt these human birds of prey, freeze them in their tracks. We need to make sure that this administration knows we are here. We must continue to protest, to speak up, and to question. We must keep our focus on what we treasure, what we value, and do not lose sight. There is so much at stake.

The peregrine falcon - this is nature, this is the way the world works, let falcons be falcons.

These human birds of prey - we have to stop them.



Tuesday, January 28, 2020

On edge



I am participating in the
 Slice of Life.  
All participants are writing about one moment, one part of their day, 
on Tuesdays.
Thank you, Two Writing Teachers!


On edge.

Growing up,
with a bipolar mother,
I never knew what her mood would be.

I'd be laying on my bed,
immersed in a good book,
reading quietly,
and she would throw open the door, without knocking,
demand to know what I was doing,
remind me that idle time was the devil's workshop, and
insist that I do the dishes or iron or vacuum.

We'd be at the checkout in the grocery store,
unloading the cart,
and,
unprovoked,
she would sneer at the cashier,
demand to know what was she looking at,
what was her PROBLEM?
and all eyes would be on us,
and I would empty the cart quicker,
and speak soothingly,
and want to disappear into the floor.

A neighbor,
or worse yet,
a friend,
would knock on the door,
and she would either ignore the door,
or open it, and then
slam it in their face.
Yes, really.

I just never knew.
Would she be flippant, giddy, silly, sarcastic?
She had two extremes:
depressed, sullen, and removed, or
bitchy, suspicious, and jeering.
I just never knew.

I learned to stay clear,
keep my head down low,
placate, be nice, and put on a fake smile,
living in fear,
not wanting to set her off.

On edge.

Here I am,
sixty years old,
feeling healed by both therapy and time,
yet
certain voices overheard,
or looks on people's faces,
maybe a sharp response to someone's question,
whether friend or stranger,
and I am immediately
transported,
back in time,
on edge.







Sunday, August 20, 2017

Tantrum

A growing list of all I despise

white supremacist
racist
anti-immigrant
originated the birther movement
bigot
misogynist
hateful rhetoric
grabs 'em by the pussy
philanderer
unfaithful
cheater
arm candy
sick words about daughter
bully
mean words about exes
mocking
thin skin
illiterate
superficial
anti-expert
war-monger
distorter
destroyer
conflict of interest
bore
callous
ignorant
non-reader
garish buildings
tax evader
tanning bed face
that comb-over flop of orange hair
insisting on accolades
narcissist
liar
fake
odious
belligerent
repugnant
divisive
tweets
totally bereft of moral authority
disgrace