Monday, November 11, 2013

Veterans Day: Lest We Forget - Yet So Many Do

In the 11th hour on the 11th day of the 11th month in 1918, in a railroad car in northern France, an armistice was signed between the Allies and Germany ending all major hostilities of World War I.  A year later, Woodrow Wilson proclaimed November 11th Armistice Day in the United States.  "To us in America, the reflections of Armistice Day will be filled with solemn pride in the heroism of those who died in the country's service..."

In 1945, Ray Weeks, a WWII veteran from Alabama, suggested Armistice Day be a day to celebrate all veterans, not just those who died in WWI.  He petitioned then General Eisenhower, who supported the notion.  Nine years later, in June 1954, now President Eisenhower signed into law Veterans Day, a day to celebrate and recognize all those past and present, who have served or are serving our nation.

Veterans Day allows us the platform and the opportunity to thank our service men and women for their sacrifice in keeping out country free.  While this debt of gratitude should not be reserved for just one day a year, the 11th of November does remind us all, amid the hurried world that is our country, to take a moment to thank a Veteran.

So today, while mayors, governors and our President lay wreaths and give speeches to honor our veterans, I think it's also important to raise the flag of hypocrisy in the words they speak.  Don't give me fukkin' bullshit words!!  Give me action!!  If they want to honor our veterans, I know EXACTLY where they can start.

James Blakely in his rent-free apartment in Brooklyn,
courtesy of the Black Veterans for Justice

Two years ago, 91 year old James Blakely, a WWII Navy vet who survived the bombings at Pearl Harbor aboard the USS St. Louis and went on to serve in Iwo Jima and Guadalcanal was living in a rusted out trailer in a scrap yard in Brooklyn.  After losing his home in 2006 when his wife died, he lived in his car for the better part of 5 years, until he was brutally mugged in 2011 and a kind soul allowed him to start sleeping in the junkyard trailer.  Is it not a travesty that while Mr. Blakely was struggling to get by, living on the streets with little to no assistance from his government, illegal immigrants, including President Obama's relatives, were getting subsidized housing and cheap education?  Kinda makes me sick.

Recent numbers from the National Coalition of Homeless Veterans estimate that over 62,000 veterans are homeless on any given night in the United States.  Approximately 12,000 veterans of Operation Enduring Freedom and Operation Iraqi Freedom were homeless in 2010.  That same year, our government gave out over $15 BILLION DOLLARS in economic and military aid to Afghanistan and Iraq.  So while 12,000 American heroes who paid the price with their service to this country in the heat and sands of Afghanistan and Iraq are struggling to find a loaf of bread or a cardboard roof, our government is rebuilding two countries that could give a shit less if the United States disappeared from the globe.  Overall, in FY2010, the United States has doled out over $51 billion dollars in foreign aid around the globe while our veterans have been ignored.  Sure, there are several VA homelessness programs that have been successful in finding housing for thousands of veterans.  But until EVERY vet is given an apartment and a pension,  proper mental health care and appropriate healthcare, not another fukkin' dime should make its way overseas!!

The good news for Mr. Blakely is that his story became public in 2012 in a piece in the New York Daily News.  When the Black Veterans for Justice saw the story, they jumped into action and found this hero a rent-free apartment with daily meals delivered.  To his credit and true to the spirit of the American soldier, James Blakely holds no grudges and carries no bitterness toward the government that has done him no favors.  He was simply doing his job and expects nothing in return.  This is his country and he is grateful to have had the opportunity to serve.  Thank you

Friday, August 16, 2013

Jane Richard Returned Home - And Rolling Stone Has No Idea

"The pain is constant, and even the sweetest moments can become heartbreaking when we are struck by the realization that 'Martin would have loved this.'" ~ Bill Richard

The Richard family released this photo of Jane leaving the hospital.
"Jane continues to be an incredible source of inspiration - and exhaustion.  The loss of her leg has not slowed her one bit, or deterred her in any way.  As we knew she would, when we finally returned home, Jane walked into the house with the aid of her crutches, but under her own power."  ~ Bill Richard

Here's what I learned this week:  I learned that the Richard family had not returned home since April 15th.  They were determined that none of them would sleep at home until all of them could do so.  Denise Richard, struck in the eye by a ball bearing from the pressure cooker bomb and blinded in that eye, slept by Jane's side at Spaulding Rehab.  Bill, suffering with a constant ringing in his ear from a ruptured ear drum, slept at a hotel nearby with his oldest son Henry, 11.  Jane was recently discharged from the hospital and, as a family, the Richards returned home - less one beautiful little boy with sparkling eyes and a winning smile.

I learned, once again, that while Rolling Stone glorified a murderer, they have ignored the Richard family and every other victim of the Marathon bombings.  And you know what... that is FINE BY ME.  Let Rolling Stone keep the honor of being the official, ahem, news magazine of terrorists and over indulgent rock stars.  Leave the real heroes alone.  Jane Richard has had 12 surgeries since April 15th.  She is seven years old.  Jane Richard has shown more courage and spirit over the past 4 months than the Rolling Stone editors could ever begin to amass.  Jane Richard has her brother's smile.  She will dance again.  And she will be stronger, boosted by the spirit of Martin.  Jane Richard will soar!!

Welcome home, Richard family.  Martin would be loving this.

Friday, December 21, 2012

A Week Later: It Will Never Be Easy!

Last Friday, while the eager and ready minds of first graders were starting another school day, excited about Christmas and the upcoming weekend, innocence and promise were shattered in an unspeakable tragedy that has gripped this country by the heart strings and that has ignited a discourse of passion and emotion.  To me, it made no sense and would show no compassion to jump up on a soapbox spouting wouldas, shouldas and couldas before twenty families even had a chance to catch their breath or bury their children; and before six other families could say goodbye to their loved ones, heroes who had spent their last moments trying to protect students from a madman.   But there it was... by Friday afternoon, the murmurs could be heard.  As the emotional day wore on and cloudy rumors became clearer facts, the whispers became louder.  And by Saturday morning, everyone from politicians to news outlets to Facebook and Twitter feeds were raging about gun control as well as the current state of mental health care in this country.  The emotionally charged arguments are understandable.  We, as a nation, were still trying to wrap our heads around this devastating day and what could bring someone to murdering innocent children.

I promised myself that I would avoid as much as possible these arguments and wait before I chimed in.  I felt that Robbie Parker needed a chance to reflect on the short life of his baby girl Emilie and be able to lay her to rest without the sounds of politics ringing in his ears.  I felt people needed to know that Victoria Soto put herself in front of her students in a final effort to protect them and that her black lab Roxie is lost without her owner.  We needed to learn that Daniel Barden loved to ride waves and make s'mores with his cousins and that Oliva Engel was a Girl Scout and that she loved pink and purple.  I heard from a lot of people over the weekend that they had to turn the television off after awhile, feeling overwhelmed with sadness and unable to listen to it anymore.  My answer to them was that we NEEDED to be overwhelmed with sadness.  We needed to cry.  To hurt.  To grieve.  Because our pain is but nothing compared to what the Moms and Dads and brothers and sisters, our neighbors, in Newtown are going through.

The outcry is deafening and it is simple:  ban guns!  But IS it simple?  When events such as Newtown threaten the very fabric of our nation, and worse, target our most vulnerable of citizens, it is natural to want to take steps to make sure that something like this can never happen again.  The protests are there.  You hear it from the far left:  We should take away all guns from all people.  You hear it from the more moderate centrists:  We can take away certain types of guns from certain types of people.  And the far right can be heard clearly:  Don't touch our right to own guns.  Is the answer anywhere in those arguments?  Probably not, sorry to say.

The trendy shout is to ban "assault weapons"...  the shooter in Newtown carried a semi-automatic rifle along with two pistols.  Allegedly, he did not use the pistols.  The rifle has been referred to as an "assault rifle," which gives the impression of a military grade machine gun to those who have no experience with weapons.  In actuality, the rifle he used was a one trigger pull per round weapon with a 30 round magazine.  The unfortunate and horrible reality here is that had his mother kept only pump action or bolt action rifles, Adam Lanza would have still walked into that school and killed those children.

Many have said that Lanza's mother should not have had so many weapons at her disposal, that people should not be keeping weapons in their homes.  People need to know the story of Sarah McKinley.  Last Christmas, Sarah's husband died of cancer, leaving her and her 3 month old baby on their own in their home in Oklahoma.  A week later, two intruders were outside her home trying to break in, knowing that the man of the house was gone.  Sarah picked up her 12 guage shotgun and a pistol, called 911 and asked if it was okay to shoot the men if they got into the home.  She was told by the dispatcher to do what she had to do to protect her baby.  One of the men kicked in the door and came at her with a hunting knife.  Sarah leveled her gun and shot him in the chest, killing him instantly.  The other man fled.  If the far left would have their way, Sarah's guns would have been taken from her and she and her baby would surely have suffered a traumatic or deadly fate.

The response from the gun enthusiasts is that dangerously insane people are going to kill one way or the other.  The tired statement is that "if they outlaw guns, only outlaws will have guns."  And while this is indisputable, what cannot be just brushed under the rug is that guns are still the most deadly weapons in our society.  The argument cannot just be peeshawed because the Second Amendment says so.  There must be open and respectful discussion on the issue.

But let's keep in mind that in Oklahoma City in 1995, 168 people (including 19 children under the age of 6) were killed when Timothy McVeigh used a Ryder truck and 5,000 pounds of farm fertilizer to blow up the Alfred Murrah Federal Building.  Al Qaeda used box cutters and airplanes.  The point I am trying to make is that regardless of efforts, these isolated and unfathomable tragedies and attacks are going to happen.  They have happened before and they will happen again.  And all the legislation in the world cannot change that... it can only change the method of the madness.  If a person's goal is to murder, he or she will do it.  Had Lanza not had access to guns, who's to say he would not have decided to get in a car and speed into a bus stop crowded with backpack toting school children?  If that were to happen, do we ban cars?  Or do we take cars away from people suffering from personality disorder?  And then how do we know someone has not only a personality disorder, but a potential to murder?  Maybe we should just take away cars.  And bus stops.  Ensuring complete and absolute protection is a slippery slope that is best left alone.

As we try to come to grips with what happened last week, we are struggling with what steps we can take to make sure this does not happen again.  There have been calls to place armed police officers at every school in the country.  Others have suggested that schools have no windows and just one means of entry.  Of course, people want stricter gun control and better mental health care for troubled individuals.  In 2001, people demanded tighter security at airports.  There was no issue with taking off our shoes or going through longer lines to be patted down.  But as time passed, people started complaining about the lines, about the invasion of privacy related to searches.  People do not like their "freedoms" being encroached upon.

Every year around Memorial Day and Veteran's Day, we hear the same words over and over again as people remember fallen heroes and thank our veterans and active duty troops:  Freedom does not come free.  There is a price to be paid to live in a free country.  Those words make perfect sense and are almost exclusively applied to the sacrifices made by our military each and every day.  But we need to recognize this truth even more so in the face of tragedies such as Oklahoma City and Newton, CT.  Perhaps the only true downfall of living in a free country is that evil is afforded many of the same freedoms that good people enjoy.  It would be ideal to put into place all the measures that will guarantee our safety from the Adam Lanzas and Timothy McVeighs of the world.  But what would that look like?  Would we be shut in our houses, home-schooling our children.  Would we have no more airplanes?  No more crowded stadiums?  Is that how we want to live?  Or do we accept the cost of freedom with the responsibility to do everything within our power to keep our loved ones safe from harm yet remain living in a free country?  That is our cross to bear as a free nation while we try to move forward!

Friday, December 14, 2012

UNFATHOMABLE! UNSPEAKABLE! HEARTBROKEN!

If you are finding yourself asking what this world has come to, know this much: Your world has NOT come to what you are watching on television today. This is an isolated and tragic story of heartlessness and of heartbreak. What you will see over the next week is a neighborhood, a town, a state and a nation coming together to support their neighbors in their most difficult days. There is evil in this world. But the world is not evil.

People want to jump ugly today about gun control.  The politics of it all are already starting.  We all have our differing, and at times quite strong, opinions about this issue.  But today, leave it alone!  Let the families and this community grieve without putting on their minds whether or not it would have been possible to keep today from happening.  It does them no good today to crowd their hearts with questions and doubt.  Let them alone.

Monday, November 15, 2010

Bill Cronin (1940-2010) - Go Rest High Mr. C!


Every once in a while, we are fortunate enough to cross paths with someone who, through love of family and strength of character, is able to impact our lives in ways words could never begin to describe. And rarer still is a person who, through undying faith and a relentless spirit, is able to touch the lives of every single person he meets. The world is less one hero today – a husband, a father, a grandfather, a firefighter, a friend.

On Saturday, Mr. Cronin lost his battle with cancer, with his wife and children at his side, in the very home where he raised his children and entertained his grandchildren. To adequately express the sorrow we are all feeling with the passing of Mr. C is simply impossible. But to celebrate his life and to share what he meant to so many people in our lives is easily done.

Bill was a devoted, loving husband to Pat and a giving, dedicated Dad to Kathy, Kris, Danny and Billy. Family and friendship were 1 and 2 on Bill’s “What Is Really Important” scale. He willingly opened up his home to everyone he knew. Third Street was a place we could go and hang out and feel like we were at home. I remember Bill always being there, swilling a Diet Pepsi and making sure the pool was ready for swimming if we wanted to swim. Simply stated: If you were a part of his kids’ lives, then you were a part of his life. That’s just the way he was.

Mr. Cronin does not know this story and shame on me for never sharing it with him. Years ago, I was working at a group home in Dracut with adults with developmental disabilities. While there, I spent a great deal of time working with Mark, a man who had spent most of his adult life in an institution and had just moved into the group home. A couple of things about Mark – he loves to swim and he loves “power tools.” Of course, when I asked Mr. Cronin one day if I could bring Mark over to swim, the answer was absolutely. Mark walked around the pool chest deep and just laughed and splashed for at least an hour and he had a fantastic time. But that is not the end of the story. While Mark was swimming, Mr. C had come out of the house to do some yard work and he had a leaf blower in his hands. Well, needless to say, this made Mark a very excited man. He got out of the pool and wanted to look at the leaf blower (it is a power tool after all!). So Mr. Cronin spent just a few minutes showing Mark the leaf blower and he let him use it for a couple of seconds. This was probably 18 years ago. I happened to see Mark about a month ago. Like I always do with Mark, I relive memories with him. I mentioned Mr. Cronin and the smile on Mark’s face was one of sheer elation. “Mr. Cronin has a leaf blower!” he said with a hearty chuckle. It may have been just a brief moment in Mark’s life 18 years ago, but it has stayed with him and it goes to show exactly what kind of man Bill was to everyone he met.

As a firefighter in Lowell, he spent 34 years kissing his wife and children as he headed off to work, knowing that he was putting his life on the line for the safety of others and that any of those goodbyes could have been his last. With his wife and children at his side this Saturday, Bill had that final goodbye. Like in everything he has ever done, Bill was courageous and strong to the end.

Bill’s family is coping with an indescribable loss today. And because of the man Bill was, that family stretches beyond the walls of his home to include an entire community - a community that holds a special place in its heart for Mr. C. Rest in peace Bill – you will be sorely missed!

Lowell Sun Obituary