Sunday, April 6, 2014

WhoVille Eviction, April 4th Eugene Oregon


 

I watched. We all want this to be over, but it will linger possibly tarnish the whole out look of activism and raising people not putting them under foot. I watched, I can't say I like what I saw, in this point the most. Eugene Police the very night before held public forum on diversity and accountability. We all know what was promised and what was done. Why the way intimidation, frustration, on both sides, watched a good friend walked today and I know he is always volunteering his time freely direct give back community work and a inspiring young man. Frustration and direct coordinated police action so it was disruptive in end result. The transition had to come, But why must it be so violent and confrontational every time I have been writing and avocation best I can. I watch. The Compassion comes from my years, my friends names on my memorials of the dead 2006-2007 their stories their lives. I watch. My Compassion comes from toiling my way out and taking as many with me as I can. I watch. As THOR the streets were real, are real, and still the toil to bring others forward, and so I watch and give vision. Most of all I give hope for voices not heard, plain and simple human need to be inspired and to have pride in all forms and help those who have none achieve some for a while. I will post this again for fall out leads to need, fill a need. I watch. Do you? Chef John "The Ghetto Gourmet" aka THOR

The dead, past, still lingers, to these people and their families. Where do we draw the line of compassion, homelessness they get what they deserve or they made their life? The mom who buried her son or daughter and left a note next to her sons name, "I don't know you wound up on this wall... Mom" that said do we give them compassion for their loss, or did they screw up raising their children? They weren't homeless, yet their suffering is real or do we say okay the 13 year old girl who will never see her mom again, do we say she is worthy of compassion? Do we say to the parents of the two young people who disappeared because they got too far into heroin so bad that they lay in some unmarked shallow grave I have no idea where, but I know they were dead, gone and their parents will never know what happened to their kids. and Do we say that over 1,000 deaths in 10 years means nothing to a community of 250,000 that is acceptable. Is compassion numbers, is it a status, is a reserved for some and not for others? For mentally ill but not illiterate? Where do you drawl you own line. How far does your compassion extend

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