I’ve not spent a lot of time with my Journal and I really should, there are so many things going on in the world and my life right now that I can’t keep up. Lots to think about in coming weeks and days, and I worry about the legacy that I haven’t yet attained for my sons. It literally scares the shit out of me..

I can’t help but comment on the recent tragedy in South Carolina

Racism is not hereditary, its taught, it’s learned, its slammed into our kids heads by their peers and ultimately their parents or guardians.

I grew up in a Navy family, that means every 3 years we moved, like it or not I had to make new friends almost constantly. I was taught by my parents that everyone is the same, no matter their skin color, we are all the same. As a boy, I made friends with anyone who would be my friend, it mattered not in the least to me what color they were, where they lived, what kind of clothes they wore, how much money they had, if they wanted to play baseball, trade shoes, bikes, sit next to me at lunch, play catch after school, build tree forts, smoke cigarettes, whatever IT DIDN”T MATTER.

We are such a PC society now that you can’t say what you feel, think or mean without offending someone.. it really is a problem that is beginning to grow…

This kid who sat in a bible study group for an hour, then stood and killed these beautiful people will die either in the gas chamber, or by the hands of his cellmates. I feel for his parents, I don’t know their background, I can’t seem to find any credible evidence of who they are anywhere, I can’t imagine anyone teaching their children to hate someone enough to take their life.

I will say this.

I am teaching my sons the way my parents taught me. Love everyone for who they are, treat everyone equal, do unto others as you would have them do unto you.. The Golden Rule ( or at least one of them), Don’t judge anyone for the color of their skin. Be kind, be sincere, be giving, compassionate and loving to all with whom you meet.

btw, A flag didn’t move this kid to massacre 9 people, he wanted to start a race war , those are his words,.. its not 1952, we’ve evolved from that horrible time in our countries history,, or have we


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