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Feeling Funny

I stopped feeling funny when Trump was first elected in November, 2016. While I knew that some folk really wanted him to destroy our nation's freedom, it felt as if he had conned (with so much help from Fox News and other Republican sources) many of our voters.  I still tell jokes and make folk laugh but there has been a difference inside. My wife has noticed it.

In a week our classes will start for the Spring semester at my university and I will be more occupied. Right now images of ICE agents seizing a five-year old child to use as bait to seize his parents, of ICE agents holding cans of pepper spray close to observers' faces and firing point blank into their eyes to terrorize them into not filming the agents, of the ICE agent pointing his gun at Renee Good's head and killing her with no justification---only anger, well, they are running non-stop through my head.

I know, I know, I know as a white male that police brutality is a fact of life for much of our country, that I have led a privileged life. Others can judge if my words and actions have done any good in opposing it.

I'm also one of those true believers, who thinks that the Bill of Rights was a good promise, that for a while was being fulfilled for more and more of our citizens and non-citizens.

What Trump and his enablers have wrought is all is so very very wrong, Congress funding a transformation of ICE into Trump's unaccountable army.  My heart goes out to all the communities that they have laid siege to, and my respect and admiration to the observers and their whistles, the folk who defend their neighbors is beyond measure.

Hoping to see an end to the ongoing march toward tyranny and to live long enough to see my country start to rebuild.

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