A Letter to the Blogosphere

Dear Blogosphere,

I apologize for my lack of presence lately. I’m feeling depressed, and I’m avoiding you.

Oh, sometimes I will pop by to visit a few writers here and there. I tend to stick with the short-worded writers, as I feel the panic grows inside me the longer I stay within your sphere.

My depression started when I was taking part in things outside my realm of normalcy. I changed up my writing schedule and style, and I wrote with the hope of ‘winning’ rather than for the joy of writing.

Then came the news about a shooting in Florida. I’m sure you know the shooting to which I am referring, George Zimmerman shooting Trayvon Martin on Sunday February 26, 2012.

Like many, I was appalled with the news as it trickled down the wire. Like many, I was inspired by the reaction of the community, coming together to take a stand in hopes of getting charges filed against Mr. Zimmerman.

As the days passed, I noticed the tone changing. The alleged hate that filled George’s heart causing him to kill Trayvon seemed to slowly seep into the hearts of others, as Twitter lit up with harsh words, harsh sentiments and what was thought to be the home address of George, himself.

Why would someone tweet the address of another? Why?

I don’t have an answer for that question. All I know is the address tweeted and retweeted to countless people was the address of a couple in their seventies, the McClains. The McClains had nothing to do with either Trayvon or George, yet the hatred and outrage of people, brought them into the mix and caused them to leave their home and check into a hotel out of fear.

According to Elaine McClain, reporters were showing up at their door and hate mail started filling their mailbox. Hate mail.

Hate mail sent to two innocent people, completely unrelated to either Trayvon or George.

Blogosphere, I can relate to anger, and I can relate to rage, because I have battled both emotions in my life. But I cannot relate to or understand why people would tweet someone’s address without permission. Aren’t the tweeters circulating the same kind of hatred they claim to be against?

Aren’t we all under the assumption that ‘hate’ started this whole thing in the first place? When will we stop the cycle of hate?

Blogosphere, I don’t know if this matters – actually, it probably doesn’t matter. But I still wonder if both parties involved were the same color or ethnic origin, would the same thing happen? Would the shooter’s address be tweeted and retweeted?

I believe the address was tweeted and retweeted with a malicious intent, and I believe anyone and everyone who retweeted it should be ashamed of getting caught up in a mob mentality rather than an informed and decisive community.

Recently, I made a comment on a post I read. I wrote:

Racism is a word that is thrown out and used by many, but I wonder if those that use it know the meaning – based on Merriam Webster: “Racism: a belief that race is the primary determinant of human traits and capacities and that racial differences produce an inherent superiority of a particular race.” I don’t deny racism exists in some – I do not believe is still predominant in today’s society. I just don’t.

After making the comment and talking with others, I concede that racism is more prevalent than I cared to admit. I think racism is a result of violence. I think violence fuels fear, which fuels ignorance, which fuels racism. If we stop the violence, I believe racism will be a thing of the past. And yes, I have hope that racism will be a thing of the past.

Blogosphere, I admire the work Cease Fire Chicago is doing, along with the other Cease Fire organizations throughout the U.S. (though more are needed). Cease Fire was profiled in a documentary called The Interrupters. I wish everyone would take time to see the documentary and get to know the people behind Cease Fire.

Blogosphere, as long as we are yelling at one another and filling our hearts with hate, we lose. Period.

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These things have been weighing heavily on my heart for weeks. I reached out to a friend, letting her know how I was feeling. This friend of mine is an atheist, and I am a Christian. I do not judge her for her beliefs, and she does not judge me for my beliefs.

My friend responded to me by saying, “Pray about this Lenore. You have faith. This can help you. Ask Him to get you through this rough time; to give you the skills to get past all this crap and horrid, horrid stuff going on in our country.”

Amen, friend. Thank you for reminding me what to do with my sadness. I wish everyone could find something to believe in that is bigger than him or herself. Hate is such a vicious beast, and it needs a higher power to beat it.

With hope, love and prayers for peace,

Lenore

To my Blogary I write

Dear Blogary,

I am in a funk. I’m not sure how it happened. Perhaps life has been moving too quickly, lately. Perhaps I’ve not invested enough time in sleep. Perhaps I’ve invested too much time in sleep. Unsure of the reasons why, I find myself in a funk. And Blogary, what follows may cost me some subscribers.

I was one of the millions who tuned in to the Royal Wedding today. I enjoyed shutting out the craziness of our current crises and losing myself in the magical enchantment of a Prince marrying a soon to be Princess. I remember when this Prince was a baby. He’s grown, and I believe his mother would be proud. I hope this marriage survives the scrutiny that will surround it. I hope Prince William inherited his mother’s resilience. I believe Kate shares Lady Diana’s better qualities. Read more

The Changing of the Wardrobes

Dear Blogary,

I’ve missed you! I haven’t written to you since June, Blogary. JUNE! Have you missed me?! Thank goodness you are unable to respond. I always forget to live by the saying, “don’t ask questions you don’t want the answers to.”

Blogary, I feel giddy! No worries, I won’t break out into song, singing ‘I feel pretty’ from Westside Story. Although, I do feel like running and dancing for jooooy!

Not only did I find out one of my nieces reads my blog [Shout-out to one of my nieces!!], but also Blogary, Fall is here! Fall! People are wearing jackets, long sleeves and sweatshirts! As I type, I am wearing a long sleeve shirt under my short sleeve shirt. I love Fall!

When my youngest woke up this morning, Blogary, he told me he put on his underwear while in bed and under his covers. He said it was too cold to get dressed outside his covers. And my oldest? My oldest asked me if he could bring a jacket to school today, because he was a little cold yesterday. “Jackets are allowed at school,” he says to me.

There is a crispness in the air. The sky is a bluer blue. And, extra blankets are needed on the bed. Giddy. I am giddy. Now, as fall develops and moves into winter, this house will become quite cold. Until we replace the windows, Blogary, Summers are hot inside the house, and Winters are cold inside the house. Although working at home when it is cold outside leads to cold finger tips tapping the computer keyboard, the mornings and nights are spent comfortably snuggled on the couch with warm blankets.

Blogary, I find it much easier to stay warm when the temps are cold than staying cool when the temps are hot. With cold temperatures come countless ways to stay warm.  Layers are endless, but naked? Yeah, naked ends at naked.

Yes, I feel energized! Well, actually, I’m still the ‘basically lazy, turtle-neck loving, ice cream addict who needs to get off her butt and exercise’ freak. (Which is better than a ‘sexist, egotistical, lying, hypocritical bigot’.) But, with the temperatures cooling and the colorful, but dead, leaves falling, I feel  . . .  alive! I feel rejuvenated! In fact, I think I will go for a walk today, Blogary. Ha ha ha ha ha! Oh. I crack myself up.

Love,
Me