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To My Readers…
A note to my readers:
I apologize for the lack of new posts lately. I am very excited to be involved with the startup of a new homeless shelter in my hometown of Rockford, Illinois. Please take a moment to check out the website and the following newspaper article from today’s Rockford Register Star.
I hope to have new material posted soon and as always I appreciate the emails and words of support so many of you have been kind enough to send!
-Sara
New men’s homeless shelter sought: An advocacy group will hold an information session about its goals Nov. 17.
By Corina Curry
RRSTAR.COM
Posted Nov 04, 2009 @ 09:51 PM
Last update Nov 04, 2009 @ 10:25 PM
……ROCKFORD — Plans to open a new homeless shelter for men in downtown Rockford are progressing under the leadership of a newly formed advocacy group.
Today, the former volunteers and staff of the now-defunct American Red Cross shelter on Cedar Street — which was later taken over by the Rockford Rescue Mission and turned into a crisis care center — are looking for funding…
Check out the full article on The Rockford Register Star website!
Something Quick
Again, no new posts! The new shelter is proving to be time consuming but I have new posts to put up and will certainly do my best to publish them while they are still relevant!
For now, I thought it might be nice to share these lyrics, by Bob Dylan. A friend and I were talking about it the other night and I thought it seemed entirely relevant to the health care debate. We must always ask ourselves the motives behind those who wish to persuade or dissuade us. I wonder how so many can think giant insurance companies actually have a new profound desire to support patient rights when for so long they were the obstacle to health and the pursuit happiness.
Those on top are powerful positions; powerful enough to have us believing who we hate and why we hate them This is nothing new. It is only through education and experience that we overcome the manipulations and perversions.
A bullet from the back of a bush took Medgar Evers’ blood.
A finger fired the trigger to his name.
A handle hid out in the dark
A hand set the spark
Two eyes took the aim
Behind a man’s brain
But he can’t be blamed
He’s only a pawn in their game.
A South politician preaches to the poor white man,
“You got more than the blacks, don’t complain.
You’re better than them, you been born with white skin,” they explain.
And the Negro’s name
Is used it is plain
For the politician’s gain
As he rises to fame
And the poor white remains
On the caboose of the train
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
The deputy sheriffs, the soldiers, the governors get paid,
And the marshals and cops get the same,
But the poor white man’s used in the hands of them all like a tool.
He’s taught in his school
From the start by the rule
That the laws are with him
To protect his white skin
To keep up his hate
So he never thinks straight
‘Bout the shape that he’s in
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
From the poverty shacks, he looks from the cracks to the tracks,
And the hoof beats pound in his brain.
And he’s taught how to walk in a pack
Shoot in the back
With his fist in a clinch
To hang and to lynch
To hide ‘neath the hood
To kill with no pain
Like a dog on a chain
He ain’t got no name
But it ain’t him to blame
He’s only a pawn in their game.
Today, Medgar Evers was buried from the bullet he caught.
They lowered him down as a king.
But when the shadowy sun sets on the one
That fired the gun
He’ll see by his grave
On the stone that remains
Carved next to his name
His epitaph plain:
Only a pawn in their game.
Copyright ©1963; renewed 1991 Special Rider Music
Why Nothing New Lately?
I have new posts to put up this weekend, but in the meantime please take a look at another project of mine. I’m very excited about it!

