Saturday, March 19, 2005

The Town Hall Meeting: Personal Aftermath

A number of us attended the CRC's "town hall" meeting today. Afterwards, I went for a long drive with my daughter. We went out to the lake and all around, looked for fish in the water, got a soda, talked.

Hearing the speakers at that meeting made me really, really glad to be who I am. It made me appreciate my family, and the good people of who had the stamina, and yes the courage, to sit and listen attentively through the hatred and the self-righteous venom.

I think all of us who went will want to spend the rest of the day with our families and with good friends. What is happening here is so awfully negative, so coldly evil, that none of us will want to think about it for now.

I'll blog some details later, maybe tomorrow.


Blogger andrear said...

yes, thanks, Jim, I was there-and I also went home, had lunch with my husband, took a walk in the park, looking at families and kids and dogs, telling a new family to the neighborhood with a tiny little boy where they could find the little fish in the creek. When my kids got home,I hugged them and told them I loved them. They are why I went to that hideous meeting- because they are the future as I hope we are- not the speakers at the meeting or those who cheered them.

March 20, 2005 6:36 PM  
Blogger Christine said...

Never in my life have I attended a meeting that was so full of hate. That the hatred expressed was supposedly to be used to "protect our family values" is even more shocking than the hatred itself. Delegate Don Dwyer actually bragged that he is "stand[ing] up for what we know is right" by "spreading hate and fear among the churches throughout the State of Maryland."

To counteract the corrosively toxic effects of that gathering, I spent the afternoon just hanging out with my sweet young teen daughter. We talked about 14 year old girl things like friends, homework, clothes, and music. We fixed and shared a light dinner and then headed over to Einstein High School for the Community Jazz Dance.

Einstein's cafeteria was brimming with great music, sweaty smiling faces, gyrating bodies and dancing feet. Young and old, male and female, black, white, and brown alike danced and celebrated life. The musicians gave it their all and the musicianship each displayed was stellar! You could feel the community spirit of love and sharing in the warm moist air.

There was no contest as to which gathering I attended that day fostered a truer sense of community. I offer my most sincere thanks to the wonderfully diverse Einstein community for renewing my spirits that day.

March 22, 2005 8:35 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

What a lying exaggerator you are!

April 26, 2005 5:07 PM  

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