What’s Left?

Jul 18th, 2013 | By admin | Category: Opinion

By Lee McLane Editor/Publisher and Simba the late Squeaks adoptive baby

Well - there was a verdict in the Zimmerman trial this week and it was “not guilty.”  I wasn’t really surprised and I’m sure no matter what the verdict - there would have been people who cried “foul” and been unhappy.

As far as racism goes - I believe if we could think that we might wake up tomorrow as a different ethnicity, socio-economic status, gender - we might be more sympathetic to the plight (or not) of others. In other words, we might be more empathetic. We have to realize that we are who we are - color, ethnicity, socio-economic status - not because of our doing (despite the Republican’s cry of “we got here on our own” - but on the shoulders of those who came before us. We are who we are because of our ancestors, our country, and our God. We are the color we are - not because of anything we did. So, when you feel that twinge of “feeling better than…” - you need to think about the fact that you had nothing to do with it. It was just the way the cards were dealt and we need to make it an even playing field for all ethnicities. And now - we have another incident that happened today (Mon.) in Little Rock where a black man was shot by a black policeman. I shutter to think what would be happening if it had been a white policeman. I don’t know all the circumstances - just that which was reported on the evening news at this point - but I will say that people make mistakes. They have an instant to make a decision whether to draw a gun, place their hands in or out of their pockets, to run or not, etc. - it does not matter what color their skin is - they are humans and humans make mistakes. When will we learn that?  I just pray that we all try to learn to get along with each other and even love each other. So simple to say - yet so hard to do. We need to practice it on a daily basis.

On to other subjects: along with my many other pets that I feed, I also feed raccoons, skunks, opossums, stray cats, stray dogs, birds, and just about anything that comes by my house that is hungry. There is something about something or someone being hungry. I just feel obligated to feed it/them. But, as an on-going thing, I feed raccoons - 3 mother racoons and several other adult raccoons plus several babies that come with their moms. It is so hilarious to see them learn from their moms how to come across the street for the first time. It is dangerous and we loose one or two adults or babies because of people (rednecks) driving too fast and not caring what they hit. Anyway, each night here recently I have watched the babies come across the street with their moms. They stay close and take the cues from their moms as to when to cross and when to go back across to go “home.” I’m not really sure where raccoons live - I think in the ground in a cave type place - but I really love to watch them. I wish they didn’t bite and because they can - I don’t give them the opportunity to do that. But they are so cute! It is funny to watch wild animals and see how they communicate. You can do the same thing watching people and what they say and do. It’s fun!!!!

I recently met a man who is travelling from Michigan to Oklahoma on a wagon that he built being pulled by two mules! He is a Vietnam veteran and said he just felt it in his heart to take this journey and thank veterans for their service to their country. He said a guy said that to him one day and it was the first time and he suddenly felt that he needed to say that to veterans - in case no one had told them. He was a happy, positive person who was learning to control his state of mind on this trip and enjoy and appreciate the simple things. It was a pleasure talking to him and interviewing him. (See story this issue.)

That is the great thing about doing this job - meeting people that are doing/have done extraordinary things. And they are not just people passing through; we have so many extraordinary people living right here in Beebe. I am so happy to be able to talk to them and occasionally write a story about them so you can hear it, too.

Go to your happy place!

See you next week!