The following is the address given by Ciera Johnson at the Unity March for Black Lives Matter on the campus at Texas A&M, Thursday, June 11. The event was sponsored by the A&M Student-Athlete Advisory Committee. Ciera is a senior captain for the Aggie women's basketball team:
Howdy! I want to start off by saying thank you all for coming out and thank you to the group of people that put this together.
Over the past few weeks I have been trying to process everything that has been going on. One thing I can conclude is that the level of ignorance and disrespect towards my people throughout this country is ridiculous.
I would like for everyone to close their eyes as I make these statements:
Imagine a teacher giving you a nickname because they're too lazy to pronounce or learn your ethnic name.
Imagine your hair being a factor in whether or not you get a job.
Imagine your skin being viewed as a weapon but every summer people can’t wait to tan and get darker.
Imagine parts of culture being viewed as ghetto or hood, but the moment the Kardashians endorse it, it becomes hip.
Imagine going anywhere in the world and people already hate you because of the color of your skin.
Imagine everything you built being taken from you...Tulsa, Rosewood.
Imagine being admired on game day, but being feared the moment the game is over.
And lastly, Imagine a police officer has his knee on the neck of your father for over eight minutes and your father yelling “I can’t breath,” while being suffocated to death.
You may open your eyes.
The death of George Floyd didn’t ignite a new movement. It just brought light to a fight that has been going on for a very long time. People like Nat Turner, Harriet Tubman, Angela Davis, Medgar Evers, James Baldwin, and others have been fighting for our humanity, justice, and equality. We must continue the fight that was started over hundreds of years ago. This is our chance to make a difference and stand for something bigger than ourselves and sport. We all have a voice and our voices must be heard. We are the future and what we do now will impact the lives of generations to come.
I want to end with these two quotes:
Former Supreme Court Justice, Thurgood Marshall said, “Racism separates, but it never liberates. Hatred generates fear, and fear once given a foothold binds, consumes and imprisons. Nothing is gained from prejudice. No one benefits from racism.”
Civil Rights Activist, Angela Davis said, “You have to act as if it were possible to radically transform the world. And do it all the time.”
In the past few years there has been a backlash against athletes for sharing their beliefs -- as if because they are athletes in the spotlight, they don't have the right to have an opinion or a thought. Sometimes because they are multimillionaires there are those that believe their thoughts shouldn't be valued as much as those who aren't.
We now live in a society where we can't disagree without being disagreeable. If someone has a different opinion they must be wrong and we get hateful and hurtful in explaining why they are wrong.
Recently, Fox's Laura Ingraham made the following statement after she disagreed with Lebron Jame's opinion on President Trump:
"It's always unwise to seek political advice from someone who gets paid $100 million a year to bounce a ball. Keep the political comments to yourselves. ... Shut up and dribble."
I bring this particular instance up because yesterday Lebron openedI Promise School, a public school with the goal of assisting at-risk students in the 3rd and 4th grade in the Akron area. It was done in conjunction with Akron University.It was built in large part with over 40 million dollars from Lebron’s foundation.
School highlights include:
◄Free tuition
◄Free uniforms
◄Free transportation within 2 miles
◄Free breakfast, lunch and snacks
◄Guaranteed college tuition for every student
◄Food pantry for families
◄GED and job placement services for parents
◄Free bicycle and helmet.
Ingraham's comments reminded me of a story I once heard about legendary Boston Celtic center Bill Russell. Russell was somewhere with teammate John Havlicek when a woman stopped, surveyed Russell's height and said "Are you a basketball player?"
Russell replied, "No."
After the woman left, Havlicek asked Russell why he chose to mislead the woman. Russell replied:
"I didn't mislead her. She asked me if I was a basketball player. I am a man that happens to play basketball. It's what I do -- it's not who I am."
We see these athletes, or actors and actresses, and musicians and we overlook that they are people. People that have had experiences and often give back in important ways. Can we disagree with their opinions? Absolutely. But they have the right, the freedom, to have and share as much as anyone.
As someone that has been blessed to have coached some athletes that have been able to make a living doing what they love. I know they have shown through their heart -- through their work, their love and their pocketbook how to give back and make an impact. Athletes I've coached like Seimone Augustus, Kelsey Bone, Sylvia Fowles, Shaquille O'Neal, and Temeka Johnson have done amazing work through their own foundations and volunteer work.
While certainly there have been an occasional athlete who has fell short in their foundation goals, the large majority of them have done amazing things for their communities and causes close to their hearts. Far more than we can count.
It was a difficult drive on Wednesday to the northern part of Texas to celebrate the life of Wendi Jones who passed away after a second battle with breast cancer.As I pulled into Keller United Methodist Church I for some reason parked towards the back and entered on the side.Walking through the door I found myself on the church basketball court.
How ironic! It was basketball that first introduced me to Wendi.
I was a member of Dale Brown’s staff at LSU while Wendi played for the Lady Tigers.There was a such a great respect for both programs and we supported each other in every way imaginable.The women would practice from 12:30 until 3:00 PM while we would take the floor at immediately after.I loved watching Coach Sue Gunter teach and would often head over to the gym well before our practice time to watch the Lady Tigers.Their teams in that era were excellent.Three things I remembered about Wendi was that she had an element of toughness, she played extremely hard, and she was a wonderful teammate — always with a great attitude.These intangibles would served her well through life.
Later when Coach Brown retired, I had the opportunity to join Coach Gunter’s staff and one of my responsibilities was alumni relations.My conversations with Wendi turned to alumni weekend visits and updates on her life and family.
The next link to my relationship with Wendi came about through breast cancer.My wife Sherie, was diagnosed in 2007.We made a decision to be public in our fight and see if we could raise awareness and money.I think it was because we went public that Wendi’s husband Trent felt comfortable reaching out to me when she was first diagnosed.
Over the course of the next few years there would be various conversations, text messages and communication through Facebook.I never ended one without thinking what an amazing attitude Wendi possessed.I rallied our Lady Tiger family around her reaching out to our professional players as well.Seimone Augustus, Sylvia Fowles, Temeka Johnson and others reached out to her and sent her things like their pink WNBA game shoes, head bands and more.
The last time I physically saw Wendi was at an LSU basketball game two years ago — alumni weekend.I was by then on the staff at Texas A&M but couldn’t wait to see her and for the first time meet her son Ryan.On that day, I wore a special pink Breast Cancer Awareness tie in her honor while she and Ryan were decked out on purple and gold.It was a great day.
I was out of town a few weeks ago when Trent let me know that Wendi’s time was near and that she was at peace with everything.I couldn’t help think how fortunate she had been to have Trent along for this journey.Unless you have held down the responsibility of caregiver, it’s hard to understand the energy, effort and toll it takes.Trent was amazing and I have so much respect for him.
It was a beautiful service with teammates Barbara Henderson and Shelly Raines there.Barbara spoke and told some stories about Wendi that brought out her caring nature and her sense of humor as well.
As I looked around the church, it was at near capacity — a testament within itself.As Coach Don Meyer would say, “You can tell more about someone at the funeral than you can their wedding.”Among those in attendance were many junior high and high school students — too many to count.Wendi was a teacher — it would be shared by her friend Lisa Bradley that was named Teacher-of-the-Year three times though it was already obvious how well she did her job by those students in the pews.
I thought of the quote by Henry Brooks Adam, "A teacher effects eternity, and you can never tell where the influence stops." Looking at all these young faces I knew that the lessons they learned in Wendi's classrooms were important but the example she lead will be with them forever.
Wendi had also coached and Lisa gave great insight as to why she was a great teacher by saying “Wendi enjoyed practices far more than games.”
The family asked that in lieu of flowers that we “donate to a Breast Cancer charity of your choice.”Today I will make one to the Kay Yow Fund in Wendi’s name.
I would ask that all of us that knew Wendi do one other thing.I firmly believe that the best way to honor someone you’ve lost is by the life you live.Wendi has given us all a great blueprint in her servant leadership example.
Thank you Wendi.You will be missed but certainly not forgotten.For as Barbara Henderson reminded us, Sue Gunter taught us the on the court or off the court is it always US.
We saw this on Facebook a few weeks ago but it wasn't attributed to any one. It was however very powerful in terms of what the right type of parenting and sports can do for our youth so we felt the need to share:
If you give a boy a baseball, he will want a bat to go with it.
You’ll buy him the best bat you can find, and then he will probably want a bucket of balls and a glove and some cleats too.
Then, he will probably spend hours begging you to go out in the yard to play with him, even though you may want to sit on the couch and watch tv. He will insist. And his insistence will win.
And when a boy gets a jersey, he will need pants and socks and a belt to go with it. And a TEAM…..
And then life as you know it will end.
There will be no more lazy weekends watching tv. You will see more sunrises than you ever thought possible. Every spare minute of your time will be spent hauling buckets and bags and stinky cleats and crazy boys all over tarnation for hours to practice for a game.
THE GAME.
And your house will be a mess. And your car will be dirty. All because you gave a boy a baseball.
Your weekends will be spent freezing or burning to death on a fold up chair. And his weekends will be spent gaining confidence and friends, and learning new skills and having fun and getting dirty. So dirty in fact that you will have to learn how to do laundry in a whole new way, like maybe at a carwash using the pressure washer.
And you will be there the day he hits his first home run, first strikeout, and his first double play. And he will make you SO proud. The other moms will congratulate you. But you feel weird saying thank you because it's not you at bat or on the mound. It's everything him. He did this.
And right before your eyes, your little boy will be transformed from the baby who spun around with his head on the bat, (because he loves attention), into a pitcher. Because he loves attention still.
When you give a boy a baseball , you give him more than just a ball. You give him a sport, and a talent, and hope, and dreams, and friends, a new family, a place to learn about life, room to grow as a person where he can push his limits, and bravery, and courage and LIFE, and memories. And he will have ALL of these things, simply because you gave a boy a baseball.
Because you gave a boy a baseball, you too will develop new/lifelong friendships, developed solely from the same passion for the game and love of your team. You will root together. And spew PG-13 things out of your mouths together. Because you gave a boy a baseball.
I wanted to take some time today to share some thoughts about one of my mentors that passed way yesterday. Coach Leon McCoy was a giant in the community of Winfield, West Virginia where he guided the Winfield Generals to glory on the gridiron. But like the best coaches, it would be a travesty to try and define him based on his win-loss record or his championships. An article in the Charleston Gazette this morning gives a great look at his accomplishments in terms of what sportswriters and fans generally use to gauge a coach. The writer went as far as to say, "Leon McCoy’s football coaching record at Winfield High spoke for itself, but his true legend came in weight training and conditioning."
But this too is misleading. Now make no mistake about it, Coach McCoy was ahead of everyone in the strength and conditioning element of athletics. As the story mentions people came long and far to work and learn about what he was doing to make Winfield a powerhouse.
But his legacy will not be about the muscles he developed but the character and souls he developed.
I didn't play football at Winfield for Coach McCoy...I played a little basketball and baseball. But his reach extended beyond the goal posts behind our school for so many of us. He taught and mentored everyone he came in contact with and that included me.
As I branched out in the coaching world I would journey back home to West Virginia and to Winfield High School. And one stop would always be the weight room -- a sure bet where I could find Coach. And he was always genuine in asking how I was doing. He would also always ask me "What have you learned since the last time I saw you?'
Later, during my tenure at LSU, trips back to West Virginia became less frequent so I would occasionally drop him a note and it wouldn't be long before I received one back.
This morning, my wife Sherie and I were reminiscing about Coach and all that he meant to us. One highlight was the he and wife Betty attended our wedding despite a big Marshall football game down I-64 that night. He thought so much of Sherie. I remembered his words of wisdom to me that night: "Don't screw it up." Followed by one of his classic deep belly laughs.
Coach McCoy's contributions to his legion of football players are immeasurable -- you can see it in the success of so many. But I'm blessed that he played a part of my life as well.
This will be our last post until following Christmas -- and has become a tradition at Hoopthoughts. We come off of Christmas with three games in fives days so the next few days I will be breaking down tape and squeezing in some Christmas shopping. Below is a motivational passout that Coach Dale Brown would mail out each Christmas. It speaks to our ability to teach...not teaching subjects (or plays)...but teaching students (and players) -- and there is a big difference. Enjoy and may you all have a wonderful holiday season!
When Tony Campolo was in Chattanooga last week to speak at the annual “Gathering of Men” breakfast, the noted sociologist told a story that begs to be repeated, especially on this day:
It seems that there was a lady named Jean Thompson and when she stood in front of her fifth-grade class on the very first day of school in the fall, she told the children a lie.
Like most teachers, she looked at her pupils and said that she loved them all the same, that she would treat them all alike. And that was impossible because there in front of her, slumped in his seat on the third row, was a boy named Teddy Stoddard.
Mrs. Thompson had watched Teddy the year before and noticed he didn’t play well with other children, that his clothes were unkept and that he constantly needed a bath. Add to it the fact Teddy was unpleasant.
It got to the point during the first few months that she would actually take delight in marking his papers with a broad red pen, making bold ‘X’s and then marking the ‘F’ at the top of the paper biggest of all.
Because Teddy was a sullen little boy, nobody else seemed to enjoy him, either.
Now at the school where Mrs. Thompson taught, she was required to review each child’s records and--because of things--put Teddy’s off until last. But when she opened his file, she was in for a surprise.
His first-grade teacher had written, “Teddy is a bright, inquisitive child with a ready laugh. He does work neatly and has good manners … he is a joy to be around.”
His second-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy is an excellent student and is well-liked by his classmates--but he is troubled because his mother has a terminal illness and life at home must be a struggle.”
The third-grade teacher wrote, “Teddy continues to work hard but his mother’s death has been hard on him. He tries to do his best but his father doesn’t show much interest in school. He doesn’t have many friends and sometimes sleeps in class. His is tardy and could become a problem.”
By now Mrs. Thompson realized the problem but Christmas was coming fast.
It was all she could do, with the school play and all, until the day before the holidays began and she was suddenly forced to focus on Teddy Stoddard on that last day before the vacation would begin.
Her children brought her presents, all in gay ribbon and bright paper, except for Teddy’s, which was clumsily wrapped in heavy, brown paper of scissored grocery bag. Mrs. Thompson took pains to open it in the middle of the other presents and some of the children started to laugh when she found a rhinestone bracelet, with some of the stones missing, and a bottle that was one-quarter full of cologne.
But she stifled the laughter when she exclaimed how pretty the bracelet was, putting it on, and she dabbed some of the perfume behind the other wrist.
At the end of the day, as the other children joyously raced from the room, Teddy Stoddard stayed behind, just long enough to say, “Mrs. Thompson, today you smelled just like my mom used to.”
As soon as Teddy left, Mrs. Thompson knelt at her desk and there, after the last day of school before Christmas, she cried for at least an hour.
And, on that very day, she quit teaching reading and writing and spelling. Instead she began to teach children. And Jean Thompson paid particular attention to one they all called Teddy.
As she worked with him, his mind seemed to come alive. The more she encouraged him, the faster he responded and, on days that there would be an important test, Mrs. Thompson would remember the cologne.
By the end of the year he had become one of the smartest children in the class and … well, he had also become the “pet” of the teacher who had once vowed to love all of her children exactly the same.
A year later she found a note under her door, from Teddy, telling her that of all the teachers he’d had in elementary school, she was his favorite.
Six years went by before she got another note from Teddy. And then he wrote that as he finished high school, third in his class, she was still his favorite teacher of all time.
Four years after that, she got another letter, saying that while things had been tough at times, that he’d stayed in school, had stuck with it, and graduated from college with the highest of honors. He assured Mrs. Thompson she was still his favorite teacher.
Then four more years passed and another letter came.
This time he explained that after he got his bachelor’s degree, he decided to go a little further. That she was still his favorite teacher but now that his name was a little longer. And the letter was signed, “Theodore F. Stoddard, M.D.”
The story doesn’t end there. You see, there was yet another letter that spring. Teddy said that… well, that he’d met his girl and was to be married.
He explained that his father had died a couple of years ago and he was wondering … well, if Mrs. Thompson might agree to sit in the pew usually reserved for the mother of the groom.
You’ll have to decide for yourself whether or not she wore that bracelet, the one with several rhinestones missing.
But I bet on that special day, Jean Thompson smelled just like … well, just like she smelled many years before on the last day of school before the Christmas Holidays begin.
Obviously, the vast majority of the time I have utilized my blog has been to help share and promote thoughts about teaching, coaching, motivation and team development among other things. But I find myself needing to share some thoughts as to where I believe we are as a nation as well as where I believe we are heading. There is so much going on in the world these days, particularly in our own country. Now I tend to look at everything as a coach. I realize this may not be the best way -- you know, if you are a hammer, you look at everything as if it were a nail. But I do like imagining the United States of America as a team.
It seems that everyone has an opinion these days -- actually many opinions -- and I'm not sure what difference mine will make but I do know that Coach Dale Brown often talked to us about the sin of silence in matters of urgency and importance. He often shared with us this quote from Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.:
"Our lives begin to end the day we
become silent about things that matter."
There was a nice little video floating around on Facebook this week titled "We are not labels." And while that is certainly the ideal, a noble goal to strive for, I believe it is the furthest thing from the truth today. I believe we are all labels. Some of those labels are given out to us from others -- earned or not, true or false. Some are self-proclaimed that we have pinned on ourselves.
We are no longer Americans. We are Democrats or Republicans...we are African-American, Caucasian, Mexican...we are male or female...straight or gay...we are Christians, Jewish, Catholic, Muslim...we are gun-owners or for gun control...rich or poor...the list is endless. And in our world these days -- there are no gray lines. You are either for us or against us!
And we are in the business of persecuting anyone that doesn't believe exactly what we believe. We are about finger-pointing. It is never our fault -- it is always the other guy -- the other label.
By far, my biggest concern is that we try to create levels for our labels. The value of one label is more than that of another. We use that mindset to justify our language and our actions. And we not only damaging our futures and those of the next generation but it's led to the senseless loss of human life far too many times.
Everyone that knows me would label me as optimistic. Having said that, it is becoming increasingly difficult for me to remain that way -- it's a battle these days. The thing that scares me the most is the further down this road we head, the more difficult it will be to reverse direction or chart a new course that can unite us all.
Webster’s Dictionary defines “accountability” as “the quality or state of being accountable; an obligation or willingness to accept responsibility for one’s actions.”
Please understand that acknowledgment does not equate to accountability. It is not enough to simply point out what we have said or done. As Webster points out, we must have a "willingness to accept responsibility." Nor should we view accountability as punitive. The bottom line is we live in a society now that rarely holds themselves and their own organizations accountable though we are quick to try and help and hold the other side accountable.
And yes, I said "the other side." We are a community of sides. Because we hide behind our labels and transfer blame as much as possible, we are longer a nation of accountability. We live in the land of "gotcha." We sit in wait for someone on the other side to make a mistake and yell "I told you so!" These actions are so disappointing but more importantly don't allow us an opportunity to find solutions. As Ralph Waldo Emerson stated, “What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say.”
Nowhere is this more prevalent then in social media. We fill our Facebook page and spew out tweets about "the other side." We copy and past any article or video that can lay blame to "the other side." And we do this with vengeance! WE TYPE IN BOLD...ALL CAPS FOLLOWED BY NUMEROUS EXCLAMATION POINTS!!!!! My side is right -- your side is wrong.
We are no longer seekers of truth but searchers of verification. We will copy and past or repeat anything from anyone that shares our same opinion as if that will tell the world, "See, I told you -- I am right!" It doesn't matter if the material is falsely fabricated. There is far more incorrect information on our social media pages than the truth. So much that it is hard to know when we have stumbled upon the truth. It's reminiscent of the State Farm commercial about the young lady who just knew her blind date was an attractive French model simply because it said so on the Internet -- "bonjour."
It is magnified these days through our political beliefs. Politicians spend the large majority of their speeches and commercials tearing down their opponent both personally and professionally as opposed to giving us detailed, well-orchestrated solutions to areas of importance to us. And the tone is frightening. It actually starts in the primaries with a canabalistic approach where each party attacks their own until they can come up with one gladiator to go destroy the other side. And these are leaders! So what do we do as followers? We throw gas on these fires and fan the flames further.
Respectful debate has died.
It went along with open mindedness. Down the drain with cooperation. Out the door with common ground solutions. We'd rather let the house burn down than help the other side put out the fire. We'd rather die in the blaze then allow the other side to help. We will not even acknowledge that the other side has a good idea because we think it shows a sign of weakness. We have become unable to take a hard look in the mirror and realize that the Pogo cartoon from the 70's is even more true today.
We as a people have painted ourselves into a corner to promote our labels in such a way that we cannot abandon our comfort zone and try to meet in the middle to work towards solutions.
Accountability requires responsibility, but when achieved by teams (groups) it can create something special. It's critical however, that we know that all must be held accountable. Citizens, police officers, politicians, coaches -- all of us! The position we hold, no matter how it is viewed in importance, cannot be given immunity to doing the right thing for the right reason.
And that's regardless of intent. Certainly, intentional actions by people must have accountability. But people that accidentally make mistakes must also be held accountable -- how else can mistakes be corrected.
The following comes from "The Wisdom of Teams" by Jon Katzenbach and Douglas Smith:
"Most of us enter a potential team situation cautious; ingrained individualism discourages us from putting our fates in the hands of others. Teams do not succeed by ignoring or wishing away such behavior. Mutual promises and accountability cannot be coerced any more than people can be made to trust one another. Nevertheless, mutual accountability does tend to grow as a natural counterpart to the development of team purpose, performance goals, and approach."
We cannot move in a positive direction as a society without accountability. This is a non-negotiable.
The problem is what do. And it has become a huge problem for me. I don't like feeling helpless. The other night well after midnight I was speaking with Temeka Johnson who was in Israel doing clinics for the NBA. It was morning over there and we were both airing out our frustrations as to what we can do to make a difference -- enact change. For me it goes back to my days of working for Dale Brown who would tell us "don't come in here and complain about a problem unless you have a solution." And he's absolutely right.
As Edmund Burke wrote: "All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing."
I once read that hypocrisy exists in the space between language and action. And we have a lot of us -- if not all of us, sitting around and complaining about issues that will seriously effect so many for so long and yet do nothing.
I do believe that it starts within the heart of each of us. As my friend and mentor Don Meyer would say, "Each player has to be his own captain." And I honestly believe we want change. No one can be happy about the senseless violence that fills our streets. The loss of life of so many innocent people -- in schools, movie theaters, clubs, and neighborhoods. Certainly we want that to change. We want to be safe when we leave our homes. We want our loved ones to be safe.
But the major problem is no one is willing to come together and find solutions. Practically no one is willing to even consider leaving their comfort zone to explore an idea other than their own -- especially one from that other side. The cartoon below states our biggest problem -- we all want change but we ourselves are not willing to change.
I have a sneaking suspicion that if the Framers of the Constitution could return today -- and see all of the advancements and complexities of our world they'd say, "We're going to need to make a few adjustments!"
It must, without question, start with each of us looking inside. I understand that can be frightening. Self-accountability takes courage. We're worried what we might find. As Theodore Roosevelt said, "If you could kick the person in the pants responsible for most of your trouble, you wouldn't be able to sit for a month."
So I find myself looking for a path to take that can make a difference. I realize it probably won't be a big difference but if the vast majority of us committed to looking deep inside and admitting that just maybe there is a better way that we should at least try what we can to start towards a better life.
And the first thing I want to change is my ability to listen.
Stephen Covey says that "Most people do not listen with the intent to understand; they listen with the intent to reply." I firmly believe this but I also think we often listen to hear only what we want to hear. Again, we want to hear verification to what we already believe to be true. And of course, anything from the "other side" surely must be wrong.
Covey distinguishes between five types of listening:
Ignoring: not really listening at all.
Pretending: humming along while not really following.
Selective listening: hearing what you want to hear.
Attentive listening: paying attention to the words.
Empathic listening: intending to understand what the other is trying to
communicate.
My goal from this point on is to work hard to concentrate on empathic listening. To try and not judge what others are saying but to attempt to understand why they may feel the way they feel in communicating the message. It doesn't mean that I have to agree but maybe listening at this level I can at times see things differently -- even be persuaded that another way may be better than my own.
Listening -- empathic listening promotes the highest form of communication. And as Covey said, "Communication is the most important skill in life." He's not referring to someone constantly talking either. And communication -- as it is meant to be in its purest form -- is almost non-existent today.
It doesn't seem like a lot but it's a start. Sometimes when there are big problems we want big, quick solutions. There are no short-term fixes for where we find our nation. I continue to be worried that leadership is becoming less effective because of "sides." I am neither a Democrat nor a Republican but an Independent. In my lifetime I have voted equally for Presidents from both parties. It is my opinion that each one that's held office has tried to make a positive difference in our nation. I haven't always agreed with the stances they have held but have always respected their positions and unbelievable responsibility they have before them. It is amazing that a man can hold office in the White House and be considered one of the greatest President's of our time by one side and the absolute worse by the other side (and that's not just with our current President). We should think about that for a minute. And unfortunately that will be true with the next person to lead our nation...and the next...and the next.
Certainly we need to agree to some standards and values. This doesn't need to be a long, laundry list but some basic core principles. And there should be nothing more important than the way we treat each other. We should be striving for an environment of equality. We should fight for the rights of all to have the same opportunities. And we should vow to do this even if others don't. "Why should I if they don't" is not a viable argument. We must become the solution and not part of the problem.
"If you change the way you look at things,
the things you look at change."
Dr. Wayne Dyer
And step one is to first admit that a lack of equality does indeed exist -- on so many levels. We must work hard on a personal level to make sure we "do unto others as we'd have them do unto us." And we must not stand by idly while others don't live by the Golden Rule.
I'm looking for others way to try and make a difference and possibly will keep you posted. It needs to be a daily objective. Again with wisdom for us all from Coach Meyer, "Do the next right thing right." But understand this -- the next right thing might not be something from your side -- it may be from the other side.
Until we can truly open our eyes and see beyond are own wants and needs, we are going to continue in this direction. And make no mistake -- it is a direction. I often tell our players that their skill set is a directional and measurable. They are either getting better or getting worse based on their commitment and effort. As a player, you never remain the same. The same can be said of our nation.
