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The Heart of the Matter with Confederate Statues

27 Sunday Aug 2017

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brotherhood, compassion, Confederate Statues, Forgiveness, God's tenderness, healing our land, Racism, unselfishness

As we fight about these issues that are arising surrounding Confederate Statues, many are wondering: why now? Why, all of the sudden, are people noticing things they lived next to for decades with not so much as a word of complaint?

This is just a sign that the stubborn facts remain: the malevolent, destructive institution of slavery was dooming our nation to discord and fighting from the start. They should never have allowed it, but because they couldn’t come to an agreement, tragically they did.

Even Washington expressed this foreboding fear: “I can clearly foresee that nothing but the rooting out of slavery can perpetuate the existence of our union, by consolidating it in a common bond of principal.” He was painfully aware it directly contradicted our Declaration of Independence, declaring ALL men were created equal!

He actually told Edmund Randolph, according to Thomas Jefferson’s notes, that if the country were to split over slavery, Washington “had made up his mind to move and be of the northern.”

Many of our Founders who were ambivalent and troubled about allowing slavery had the vain hope that it would end soon by degrees naturally, passing their responsibility on to future generations.

Of course it wasn’t ending naturally because it was economically advantageous to the rich plantation owners, something other smaller nations that had managed to end slavery like Spain, France, and England, didn’t have to deal with. In America it was actually spreading into further parts of the country.

The Civil War split this country in bloody conflict a mere 60 years after President Washington’s death.

His foreboding was right.

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As far as I can tell there is no nation on earth that presently allows slavery legally, and hopefully modern “institutions” of government finally at least acknowledge what an evil it is. Of course, there is more slavery in the world today than at any other time in history because of the much greater size of the world population – but that is ILLEGAL slavery, not legitimized by governments.

Although nations prohibit it, it still exists in heart-wrenching proportions as sex trafficking, child forced labor, and the booty of war for groups like ISIS and Boko Haram, as well as the caste system that, for all intents and purposes, behaves like slavery.

The fact that it still exists in illegitimate forms does not mean we can somehow trivialize America’s terrible history of slavery, as though it doesn’t matter now. Some have even suggested, appallingly, that it was good for the Africans we brought against their will and enslaved, as if our “civilized” way of life was better off for them.

How stunningly blind, cruel and self-serving.

Because slaveholders didn’t understand the culture or agree with the customs of another continent, in no way meant it was better for them to be enslaved, oppressed, and abused with generational lifetimes of forced labor!! How dare we?!

Anyone who has that thought cross their mind may do well to take a few hours and study the horrors of American slavery – watch Roots, or 12 Years a Slave, both based on true accounts.

Then put yourself in the mental image of someone forcibly kidnapping you and your family to a faraway country in the worse possible inhumane conditions, abusing and raping your wife and daughters, tearing your family apart, and basically working you to death from morning till night with no compensation or hope of it ever ending – for you OR your heirs!

Picture it! See your children torn from your loving arms. Watch them being mercilessly beaten. Just empathetically think how it feels for a few minutes yourself to be considered less than human. Inferior. Disposable. Disrespected. Mistreated and abused. Debased.

And this was not only allowed in our nation, it was legitimized in our laws.

Please try to understand. These feelings and the embedded memories they evoke don’t just magically dissipate on their own.

We can see now how that ravaging blight has deep roots that remain, in some areas still treating African-Americans as 2nd class citizens, even with “laws” to protect them.

What many people don’t realize is that most of these Confederate statues went up as a backlash to the civil rights movement in the Jim Crow era, quite a while after the war in the early 1900s to 1950s. They were not like the earlier memorials that were mostly to mourn dead soldiers – these monuments were deliberately put there to instruct and remind people in the public squares, often a form of intimidation in the South. Basically, as a glorification of the cause of the Civil War, and their state’s “right” …the right primarily to continue “their way of life” ~ slavery.

And if you don’t believe that slavery was the de facto cause of the war, then look up the VP of the Confederacy’s Cornerstone address, with these sickeningly shocking, unvarnished remarks:

“Our new government is founded upon exactly [this] idea; its foundations are laid, its corner-stone rests upon the great truth, that the negro is not equal to the white man; that slavery — subordination to the superior race — is his natural and normal condition. This, our new government, is the first, in the history of the world, based upon this great physical, philosophical, and moral truth.”

This is a nauseating reality that simply must be faced by those who don’t want to see it.

I know this is a tough issue, but perhaps we need to just stop and really put ourselves in another’s shoes and understand how this has affected those who have been oppressed and abused, and in many areas still are.

It’s been a difficult journey since the Civil War that officially ended slavery but couldn’t change the hearts of men and women who still embraced an inferior view of the Black race. Racially segregated schools, not allowing Blacks to drink out of the same water fountains, or sit in the same restaurants was happening in MY lifetime! We are not that far removed from legal, institutionalized racism.

This is something that MUST be dealt with head on, instead of continuing to make excuses and pass down the responsibility to future generations. If understanding what these statues symbolize and perpetuate is the next step closer to tearing down those walls of prejudice, and loving my brother, then let’s consider that.

It can be a teaching moment. It’s not changing or re-writing history, pull in the full history. Could we add other facts and statues that reveal ALL we’ve come through? Could we move some to museums, and government buildings, as places that record history, not public squares that glorify the lost cause of a divisive time period?

We must admit we have a problem with racism in America, and it’s not going away on its own.  But I choose to believe that we CAN heal and come together if we will try to LISTEN, understand, and care enough for others to be willing to lay down our own stubborn opinions.  

As Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. said, in accepting his Nobel Peace prize:

 “I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood can never become a reality… I believe that unarmed truth and unconditional love will have the final word.”

Me too.

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My Father’s Legacy…

24 Monday Jun 2013

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A Father’s Day tribute, in honor and memory of my Dad who went ahead of us to heaven way too soon…it’s been , unbelievably, 25 years already …
dad on car
I will never forget the selfless way my Father provided and cared for our family… His thoughtfulness and kindness were seen more than we had even known, when at his funeral so many folks came forward to tell of something he had given them – a warm coat to a homeless man, a cool drink to a summer traffic cop, a kind word and hand on the shoulder to even strangers – things we didn’t know! He didn’t think living the golden rule needed to be broadcast. He just did it .

A pot of his homemade baked beans showed up at every grieving family’s home after the funeral. We weren’t a wealthy family in monetary means, but as children there was never a time he didn’t make sure we had an offering for any collection plate.

Any school kid or scout that ever came to our door selling something (anything!) never left disappointed- he ALWAYS bought it. On our weekly “Sunday drives” it was made fun by NECCO wafers all around to the 5 kids , Mom and Grandma all packed in the station wagon. If you were lucky enough to trick or treat at the Hennessey house you got the full size big candy bar – not because he could necessarily afford to give those – he was just that generous.

I particularly fondly remember a time when I was probably 9 or 10; it was a hot summer day and since we lived near the beach a bathing suit was everyday wear. I kind of knew in my limited childish way that we didn’t have a lot of money, and my bathing suit from last year was faded and worn. But I didn’t even ask – he knew it (with a bunch of kids its always something!) and this day, right then, he insisted on taking me to the big department store and told me to pick any one I wanted – any!

To this day I can’t tell you how special I felt to have that time with Daddy where he picked me out and made a fuss over something that may be thought of as insignificant…yet I remember the store , the clerk lady who helped me, and I can almost smell the “new fabric” scent of that BEAUTIFUL suit, in yellow with tiny dots and little skirt . It was my favorite.

We didn’t get every new fad that came around the block like Beatle boots or lots of troll dolls – these were luxuries reserved for birthdays or Christmas – and I actually thank God for that. It taught me to value what I had and wait for good things. My father’ s kind heart and compassionate ways are a legacy I value greatly – he taught by his life. I miss him dearly and look forward to all being reunited.

My Amazing Mother…

24 Monday Jun 2013

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I just want to honor my wonderful parents.  I am so very grateful for the amazing family that God had me planted in; I am truly blessed and I never want to forget that… or them.

I was born as a baby-boomer in the 50’s, a time of blissful childhoods with unlocked doors, free to roam the streets safely even after dark, walking to school and creating neighborhood “shows” with kids of all ages, racing through the streets on bicycles in summer and skating on the river in winter.

We often didn’t have all the latest “stuff” and we were by no means rich by today’s standards. But my folks gave us so much more – the gift of an incredible, loving home that allowed for the balance of creative freedom and inspirational help with chores and responsibility – things that taught valuable life lessons I have never forgotten.

So here’s an open letter to my Mom, who lives 3 states away, but is always in my heart. ❤

Mom, photoTo My Dear, dear Mommy…

I wish you the best of Mother’s Days as I think of you and celebrate you!! Wish I could be with you. I just want to honor you and say how much I so appreciate all that you have sacrificed through the years for our family.

I know that it wasn’t always easy to deal with us 5 “wild Indians” as Daddy used to call us, ha! You did a good job (if I do say so myself).

I know you would have liked to be home more and hung out with us on the beach like many of the other mothers got to do, but you sacrificed, working another full time job outside the home when we were in school, so that we would have the things that we needed — how wonderful is that! Did I ever really thank you for that sacrifice? Did I even realize it was a sacrifice at the time? Probably not.

In spite of that cutting into your time, you somehow always took care of us with clean fingernails and curls in our hair, always managed to have a good dinner on the table, AND stayed up late working on our school projects to boot. Through the years with your increasingly amazing seamstress skills, you sewed us incredible clothes (especially making sure we had something new for any special event), making coats in the winter, and play clothes for camp.

You created my custom wedding gown, from several patterns, and created in me (with much lesser skills!) the bent for understanding how to mend, alter, fix and otherwise make something out of cheesy Goodwill finds into a reasonably attractive outfit costing almost nothing. And looking back I have no idea how you even made adorable doll clothes (in your spare time!!)…. no patterns, just out of your head!

The house was clean and neat, our clothes were washed and ironed and folded, you grew a fresh garden of vegetables, and had a beautiful flower bed in the yard for us all to enjoy! It seems you rarely were rewarded, you didn’t get great accolades, you just did your job with love and care, and no complaining.

You literally never asked for anything. I remember Dad saying he had to buy you underwear at Christmas, because you would never shop to buy anything for yourself. There were 5 kids, and there was always some school, church or extra-curricular event that we needed something for. We always came first.

You were a Cub Scout leader come to think of it (although I obviously never got to those meetings, ha!)… my brothers’ troops needed someone. So there you were. You took them camping like a good Boy Scout, and I bet they never had such good food and were taken better care of. Let’s just say you weren’t military minded; your troop was pampered. 🙂

I can barely count the sacrificial times you stayed up late – when you already had SO much to do of your own – to type on our little metal typewriter, all 5 of us kid’s school reports as we grew; because you always wanted it to look excellent and hand writing it just wasn’t quite up to par. You were an amazing artist and often helped us to craft incredible projects that were the envy of all our friends at school! (truly they were.)

And forget Halloween time — the Hennessey kids had the best costumes, courtesy of your flare for the almost forgotten art of actually hand-sewing/ designing, cutting, gluing, painting the most amazing inventive creations in the our small town’s parade! How did you do that?? It seems that seldom did a year pass when at least one Hennessey didn’t win a prize for the best costume. I think we grew to just kind of expect that.

But I now know what went into that dedicated, time-intensive and talented feat with my grown-up mind, and wow, did I take that way too lightly to have such a gift in my life.

You held out a strong faith, and I will never, ever forget, nor take for granted, how you tucked us into bed at night, reading to us  (giving me a life long love of reading by the way) with sincere prayer and hugs that squeezed out the day’s troubles.

You were always quietly doing for others, even with the limited amount of home time you had. You were a committed and preciously devoted weekly beam of sunshine in nursing homes — on your only day off (!) — and you continued that even after retirement and you were almost as old as most of the residents! Just because you wanted to; you truly cared.

Mom Hennessey, 90. jpg

Many may not have noticed your perseverance, sacrifices, and faithfulness; but I know God did, and your reward awaits you!

Quite a woman… and so much more – so THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, at this time of celebrating and remembering… I remember you. ♥♥♥ xoxo

Love you so much, Mom!

Mom and me

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