Words of Wisdom – Still Relevant

“Any man who tries to excite class hatred, sectional hate, hate of creeds, any kind of hatred in our community, though he may affect to do it in the interest of the class he is addressing, is in the long run with absolute certainly that class’s own worst enemy.”

-Theodore Roosevelt

 

Opinion

Theodore Roosevelt –

Teddy ceased to walk this earth, benefactor to his beloved Nation, valiant in his service to his country, his family and the family of Americans, on January 6, 1919.

During his remarkable life he never wavered in his support of America – these United States, and Americans.  Were it not for Teddy, there would be no National Preserves or parks.

He had much to say.  So sage was his insight that it retains universal relevance to this day.

Sadly, we have no modern day Teddy to set things right; there is so much to address, and so little time to meet the challenges.  I fear we have adopted a timidness of heart that would be a foul countenance for this President to see.

What follows are some of his words.  See if you do not agree that they remain relevant words of wisdom, to this day.  Teddy is gone for 96 years.  How I would love to see another like him at the helm.

 

“Any man who tries to excite class hatred, sectional hate, hate of creeds, any kind of hatred in our community, though he may affect to do it in the interest of the class he is addressing, is in the long run with absolute certainly that class’s own worst enemy.”

 

“Behind the ostensible government sits enthroned an invisible government owing no allegiance and acknowledging no responsibility to the people. To destroy this invisible government, to befoul the unholy alliance between corrupt business and corrupt politics is the first task of the statesmanship of today.”

“Our government, National and State, must be freed from the sinister influence or control of special interests. Exactly as the special interests of cotton and slavery threatened our political integrity before the Civil War, so now the great special business interests too often control and corrupt the men and methods of government for their own profit. We must drive the special interests out of politics.”

We should insist that if the immigrant who comes here does in good faith become an American and assimilates himself to us he shall be treated on an exact equality with every one else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed or birth-place or origin.  But this is predicated upon the man’s becoming in very fact an American and nothing but an American. If he tries to keep segregated with men of his own origin and separated from the rest of America, then he isn’t doing his part as an American. There can be no divided allegiance here. . . We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language, for we intend to see that the crucible turns our people out as Americans, of American nationality, and not as dwellers in a polyglot boarding-house; and we have room for but one soul loyalty, and that is loyalty to the American people.

-Theodore Roosevelt – January 3, 1919 – Publicly read on January 5, 1919

Roosevelt passed the next day, January 6, 1919

 

“Every immigrant who comes here should be required within five years to learn English or leave the country.”

 

And, wouldn’t this apply to the keystone pipeline? –

“Here is your country. Cherish these natural wonders, cherish the natural resources, cherish the history and romance as a sacred heritage, for your children and your children’s children. Do not let selfish men or greedy interests skin your country of its beauty, its riches or its romance.”

“Leave it as it is. The ages have been at work on it and man can only mar it.”

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“In foreign affairs we must make up our minds that, whether we wish it or not, we are a great people and must play a great part in the world. It is not open to us to choose whether we will play that great part or not. We have to play it. All we can decide is whether we shall play it well or ill.”

“In the first place, we should insist that if the immigrant who comes here in good faith becomes an American and assimilates himself to us, he shall be treated on an exact equality with everyone else, for it is an outrage to discriminate against any such man because of creed, or birthplace, or origin. But this is predicated upon the person’s becoming in every facet an American, and nothing but an American… There can be no divided allegiance here. Any man who says he is an American, but something else also, isn’t an American. We have room for but one flag, and that is the American flag… We have room for but one language here, and that is the English language… and we have room for but one sole loyalty and that is a loyalty to the American people.”

“In this country we have no place for hyphenated Americans.”

Presidential thoughts and on leadership…

“Patriotism means to stand by the country. It does not mean to stand by the president or any other public official, save exactly to the degree in which he himself stands by the country. It is patriotic to support him insofar as he efficiently serves the country. It is unpatriotic not to oppose him to the exact extent that by inefficiency or otherwise he fails in his duty to stand by the country. In either event, it is unpatriotic not to tell the truth, whether about the president or anyone else.”

“People ask the difference between a leader and a boss … The leader works in the open, and the boss in covert. The leader leads, and the boss drives.”

“The best executive is the one who has sense enough to pick good men to do what he wants done, and self-restraint to keep from meddling with them while they do it.”

“The things that will destroy America are prosperity at any price, peace at any price, safety first instead of duty first and love of soft living and the get-rich-quick theory of life.”

Yes, he had a lot to say.  Not everyone can agree on everything.  But, I am sure that Teddy would have rather a person support their position, firm in the knowledge of the situation, when not in agreement, than go along meekly, unwilling to effect change.

Our Politicians, by and large, have become what our founders intended that they NEVER become – De-facto Royalty.  They are our nations royals, holding themselves above those they are purported to represent.
The are so much so above us that they exempt themselves from laws of the land that we must abide.  They refuse to represent the people in seeking solutions for the good of the country and obscure that with making ovations to “be inclusive” of special interests.  What is good for one, is good for all – no longer matters, as our representatives have taken the power we gave them and twisted it.
Far to few to make the difference, those who would not conduct themselves as if a class above the People are unable to overcome.
I grew up on Long Island, not far from Teddy’s house.  My son and grandsons call it just that – Teddy’s house.  They have visited, played and learned there.  Though I was born long after he left this world, Theodore Roosevelt touched my life – in fact, all of our lives.  Strange that I should so miss someone I never knew.
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Too much…

Too much…

It always seemed so rare – to me –
the Shakespearean slings and arrows
we all are said, to suffer –
could take such daunting blows.

But they can, and they do.

We all deal differently
some with armor,
some with dark sadness,
blood red anger,
deep consuming depression,

and often, Denial.

Ah. Denial. A close personal friend.
He breathes to ones lips
a kiss of relief; obscuring truth;
a sly tongue slipped in, irreverently
with the lie.

Denial. A seed of peace upon the heart;
and yet, black death awaits the bloom
its blossom sweet –
dismissing of the Truth.

Denial will never save one.

He will obscure reality,
diffuse the pain
and lead one down the path
where discovery awaits – too late.

Denial and Truth – Mortal enemies

I learned too late;
Did not heed Truth’s solemn gaze
His words, unspoken, but there;
“Be aware. Don’t dismiss. Danger lurks.”

Truth – the quiet one –
whose thunder sounds in one’s soul
when comes discovery…

Truth works within.

We do not listen to that tiny
whisper – as soft as a spring breeze.
I wish I had listened,
suspicious of Denial’s kiss.

Alas, too late.
Too little time –
and much – too much,
to prepare for.

Lin Cava
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What Has Gone And What Remains – Lin

What Has Gone And What Remains

In the silence

of fresh fallen snow,

In the dark night;

stars shine after the storm.

 

Clouds veil the sky

and obscure some star-glow –

There, above this Northern land,

to reveal a Southern Cross.

 

I look to the sky,

not by will of mind,

but by the pull

of a heartstring.

 

My breath catches

amazed at what I find.

I shake it off –

Free myself from superstition.

 

Once more, through strength of will

I push down yearning

strangle desire, and know

it is my will who is my heart’s jailor.

 

In dreams, I know I am free.

While unrestrained,

my love searches for his touch –

lost to me until I sleep.

 

In my waking hours

I know my sanity is forfeit,

should I dare to believe.

Yet my heart searches for him always.

 

Iron bars of rational thought

contain a love beyond capture.

A flame of desire, else unrestrained;

its heat calls to me; cries out for him.

 

Though I try to push it aside

In my denial, I admit I have fallen.

I had let irrational love capture me

and rivet my mind behind iron walls.

 

But Jailor Mind broke through those walls

a burning effort, aglow so hot

as to leave not even an ash behind.

It could not destroy a persistent remnant…

 

After the forest has burned

and the Mind has broken, insane.

After all that was is in ruin

Love, remains.

 

Lin Cava

10 – February – 2014

Always…

Always

 

I try not to know – hateful of myself

for the delusion

Straight up, bite the spoon, take the pain

and then – the sadness…

 

I grieve without right.

Each time I deny the connection

call it false; wishful thinking

that thread tied into my heart tugs

and I feel it once again…

 

How can one who has no soul

no belief of such a thing

ever acknowledge a soul mate?

But I do – I cannot deny it.

 

And he; something ails him.

I am certain, and he is guarded.

 

Never can I run to his side,

look into his eyes –

I peer into his heart,

and find him, curiously,

buried within my own.

 

My touch is there

my hand extended

but he faces away

Is he trying to close a door

where none exists?

A doorway, I will ever keep open

should he have thought

or heart to seek,

I shall be here

waiting for him to find me

once again,

and Always.

 

Lin Cava

14-September-2013

The Kestrel and the Dove

The Kestrel and the Dove

 

Friday night

Saturday afternoon

Sunday in the morning

you are quiet

a ghostly wisp;

a gossamer veil:

a scent on the breeze

 

I recall the doves

cuddled together in their tree

coo-cooing gentle love songs

even as they sleep

and I wonder

Are you coo-cooing once more?

…and is she of the same feather?

…does she sing to you a different song

in the same coo-cooing voice she crooned

before

in your not so long ago past?

 

Your need is strong

to be turtle-doving,

softly loving

and though your tune

is soft and haunting

in those refrains from long ago

you are different,

forever changed.

 

You are a kestrel,

set free, at last.

 

The Kestrel and the Dove

though together for this brief hour

can never again

be bound by love.

 

Lin Cava

31-August-2013

“Real” men; “Real” women…

Real” men; “Real” women…

Remember those books…”Real Men…”

Does anyone read anymore, or has unqualified opinion all but replaced books with not, progress, but with the cheapest in trade of the written word?

Too often we hear that we are all entitled to our opinions.  Are we; really?  Opinion is a cheap excuse, in these “thrill of the moment” times, for posting blunt, unworthy, Neanderthal essay blogs which are not only unqualified, but disdainful of our fellows upon this earth, and daunting to the progression of any good, whatsoever.  At their best, blogs can stir in one the will to accomplish positive change.  At their worst, they become the slings and arrows – not of outrageous fortune, but rather, of our times.  The internet media is the new mud-pit, and slinging mud has become a by-product of the nature of those who take delight in doing it.  What a pity that such an eloquent stage has been festooned with muck and mud to no purposeful end save for some kind of sickness that thrives on the discomfort of others. 

This place, ah, but this place can serve us so well, and with benefit offered in abundance, more so than with any other venue.  Instead, it has become cheapened by those who would, in a rather self-appreciative, self-fulfilling way – compose written posts that are posted only to hurt; and then to strut over the pain of the writer’s victims.  Education can teach one how to write, but cannot teach that which should be common sensibility. 

I marvel, daily, at the massive following those who would throw the first stone carry with them on social media.  Their bravado in posts on the internet provides them with a picture-window to their childish deeds, like the boys who call the undertaker to come to an elderly neighbor’s house.  It also provides them with a smoke-screen, a modicum of protection, the ability to hit-and-run, and lastly, and more so, fairly the lowest attribute of such writers, the ability to be confrontational without facing their victim.  These, my friends, are folks who cannot look one in the eye and say the same things that they feel free to write, to their intended targets.  These are the very same people who, before internet social networks, spread rumors, talked dirt and falsely about their friends and relatives – but could not look them in the eyes to voice their opinions. 

It is easy to voice an opinion online.  Volumes of folks will “like” it.  It fires-up the malign in them, and gives them easier venue of their own, rather than becoming educated and involved.  If we could see beyond the persona, beyond the false-faces and clever turn of a phrase, I believe what we would find are those weasels, never quite fulfilled in their own chosen lives, never quite successful at anything, but oh, so opinionated.  An old-school journalist will tell you – there is no way to post anything but blind, uninformed opinion in the kind of volume we see on “social” sites.  It takes effort and work to take the time to QUALIFY one’s opinion. 

Real men and women?  Yes, we all have opinions.  Some have the benefit of deeper insight than others, and I so value that in a person – whether a post or a face-to-face conversation.  It teaches me, it opens my own eyes, and more so, it creates an interchange between the participants that carries with it a dynamic that goes beyond the conversation.  Real men have opinions, and they are not shy about stating them.  Real men and women admit when they are wrong.   Those who don’t, well, they’re just pretenders, caught in a world of their own creation.  They live the life of those who speak in make-believe tongues, and live through alternate universes – usually created by others; others with true talent. 

Why do I opine?  I have seen those I care for hurt.  Hurt by those who are all grins and giggles at their own self-fulfilling posts, happy to see them paid for in pain, and prospering by the kudos of their followers. 

Real women and men invite your comments – may disagree – but are always open to a legitimate point of view we may have missed, or misconstrued.

Real men – real women, the invitation is extended.  You all see the same things as I do – so what are your thoughts?