“November 20, 2016, the night water protectors came under attack with water cannon in -20 below zero weather. This was a night many water protectors were injured by the militarized Morton, Dane, Cass country sheriff along with North Dakota State police and hired mercenaries of Dakota Access Pipeline (DAPL) and Energy Transfer Partner.
“This is a day which will live on forever as militarized police attacked unarmed water protectors in the United States of America in subzero (-0) weather. Many people injuries ranged from being shot with rubber bullets on the water protectors back, hands, head, eye, and arm injuries. Many of the water protectors will never have full use of their body parts as they are maimed forever by rubber bullets and gas grenade.
“The militarized dressed sheriff, state police, and mercenaries were never charged with the use of deadly force against unarmed water protectors. The procedures prescribed for the use of deadly force has policies and procedures while shooting rubber bullets against people. Policies and procedures prescribed “Do Not Aim At Head or Genital Region.” Both the head and genital region were shot by the militarized dressed sheriff, state police and mercenaries. Clearly a violation of departmental policies and procedures.
“Federal lawsuits must be filed against those who injured unarmed water protectors as well as World Court Charges against Human Right Charges.
“May we laid tobacco this evening at approximately 7 pm (CST) when this attacked started on our water protectors on that fateful evening of November 20, 2016.
We Will Never Forget!
“=->>>—- Kenny —-.>
Well, the Midterms are almost over. Florida is still recounting ballots so it’s not over till it’s over. Some of the candidates I supported won; some of them lost. That’s the name of the game. I only hope the winners will do what they promised or else it will be just the same old political run-around elections seem to bring out.
And so we carry on. Kaua’i had the highest voter turn-out in the state, and for that I’m proud. We’re a small island, between 65,000 and 70,000total population but we care about what happens in our county, our state and our country. And we’re willing to stand up and be counted. We’re willing to stand on street corners in the pouring rain to make our voices heard. I’ve done it.
Now that the politicking is over, we’re watching the dreadful fires in California and grieving for those who have lost their homes and livelihoods. Watching my neighbor’s house burn down last February and feeling their pain over pets lost and belongings destroyed, I empathize more with the residents than I used to. Every time we drive down the road I see the hole in our neighborhood that used to be a family’s home and I feel a deep sense of loss.
Then the President has the nerve to blame the California fires on poor management at the state level. There are no words. That’s like blaming my neighbors for not taking proper care of their home and causing the fire. NOT! They did everything humanly possible to keep their home safe. The homeowners in California did everything humanly possible to keep their homes safe. Brush around their houses was cleared out, fire alarms checked, propane tanks properly stored. And still the fires happened. The firefighters on Kaua`i came back long after the neighbor’s fire was out to check for hot spots, just like the firefighters in California are doing. Poor management had nothing to do with any of it.
So now that the Midterms are over it’s time to gear up for the 2020 elections. It’s time to fight for our country against those who would bring it down. Those who blame others for what is obviously their fault. It’s time to write, to speak out and let our voices be heard. We can make a difference. It’s time.
It is so hard to know what to write when you’re living in a world turned upside-down. And that’s what I feel is going on.
I grew up being taught that when you need help, go to a policeman. But now you might be tazed if you try or if your skin is the “wrong” color shot and killed.
I was taught that the government worked in the people’s best interest and since I’m a citizen it’s working in my best interest. But I don’t think it’s in my best interest to take away freedom from those only trying to build new lives in my country, to call media reports “fake news” when they’re writing the truth.
I was taught that we live in a country where we are free to speak without fear of retribution, free to write without fear of dire consequences. Now I feel that the words I write on my computer sitting at my desk are read by those who would imprison me for writing them, that no matter where I may be I’m being watched by hidden cameras.
Paranoid? Yes, but that is what this government is causing us to become.
Fearful? Yes, but that is what’s happening when you fear gathering for worship, a concert, a shopping trip, school.
I know that good people outnumber the bad in our country. I have to believe that. I hear of Muslims taking up a collection to help a small Jewish synagogue that’s lost 11 members of its congregation to an anti-Semitic gunman. I witness people leaving their homes, their jobs, to help others who have lost their homes, their jobs to hurricanes and fires. I see people offering a hand to help others up.
But there are still those days when I think we as the human race are spinning out of control. And on those days I can only shout, “Stop the world! I want to get off!!”
This photo by Schar Freeman shows the outer edge of Hurricane Lane as it approaches Kaua’i.
This is pretty much a rough draft but deals, in a way, with Hurricane Lane which is affecting our island. I thought it made a great title for a poem!
Hurricane Lane is a long path
And it is a short path.
It runs smooth and straight
It is filled with twists and turns.
It is gentle and calm
Until a gust of wind blows you off-course.
Challenged, you search for the path
Sometimes finding it
Stretching before you smoothly
But sometimed not,
Finding only an ending and nothing more.
You start on this path
Pushed from a dark safe place
You don’t choose which path to follow
It’s chosen for you
even so you follow it to the end
You can do nothing else.
You may trip over a rock or two,
Find the path muddy or spread with gravel
Paved or mushy and rough
But you continue on
until the path comes to its end.