Off-duty cop shoots teen for suspicion of pot


Cop Shoots Teen In the Back SEVEN TIMES Because He ‘Thought He Had Marijuana’

The parents of the dead youth must be totally heart broken. The young girl and her parents must be besides themselves with worry and grief. Officers of the law are an important part of our society. In Nazi Germany, the police became all powerful and corrupt and committed outrageous acts of thievery, rape, murder and other acts I can not go into here.
Police are supposed to protect the good citizens from those who would run amok and destroy people’s lives and our society.
Many officers are not doing that today. There seem to be a certain type of officer that is racist and bigoted and uses fear as an excuse to shoot first, glean information later.
Now let me say here, that I know that there are many good, ethical and moral cops in America. It is the bad ones that get the attention and make all officers suspect in people’s eyes.
The only remedy I see is for all officers who push the line, react in a racist manner, shoot a child or a young person in the back, to be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. The law needs to be color blind. Shooting someone who is not Caucasian — shooting anyone — is not allowed unless the officer has done all that is legally required, to warn the person that they will now shoot them if they do not cease and desist immediately. A shot in the leg or knee or hip would be understandable. Seven rounds in the back is not.
I know some people are offended by the slogan, Black Lives Matter. Being a Caucasian woman who is aging gives me some perspective. My perspective is that Stop and Frisk is being aimed at people of color. Being a person of color does not make you bad or a gang member. Yes, there are many kids of color in gangs. There are many Caucasians in gangs also. Gangs provide the acceptance and sense of family, many people who come to America or who are born here can not find. I think gangs are bad and hurt our American society but I must emphasize that Lives of Color Matter, Black Lives Matter, and in fact, All Lives Matter. Rich or poor, straight or not, Lives Matter.
Having studied abnormal psychology, I know that there are many people out there who can kill without feeling anything. They often start as serial rapists and move on to being serial murderers. They are still human beings and they do have human rights even though they do not give them to other people.
In Cleveland, last year two officers killed Tamir Rice; a child playing in a park with a play gun. Someone called in a suspicious person. Tamir was dead within seconds of the officers arriving. I cried and ranted and then I prayed. The officers did not do time but the city of Cleveland now must pay the Rice family $6 million dollars. It won’t bring their child back or close the black hole left inside them. It won’t let them ever hear Tamir’s laugh, or watch him open his birthday presents again, but I hope it will make the city train their officers better and to punish them whenever they commit a crime such as taking the life of a child.
May Johnathan Santellanna rest in peace. 

Divine Love


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“Wherever I go, thou art my companion.

Having taken me by the hand thou moves me.

I go alone depending solidly on thee.

Thou bearest too my burdens.

If I am likely to say anything foolish, thou makest it right.

Thou hast removed my bashfulness and madest me self-confident.

O Lord, all the people have become my guards, relatives and bosom friends.

Tuka says, I now conduct myself without any care.

I have attained divine peace within and without.”

—Book of Prayers, M. K. Gandhi

 

What makes up Divine Love

What makes up Divine Love

 

“All things in creation and manifestation, even all things in existence, are held together by Ishk. This is Divine Love. It is difficult to express it in such a limited way, but we know that sunlight contains electricity, magnetism and numerous other forces or aspects of cosmic force.”

—From Spiritual Brotherhood, Samuel Lewis

 

“Gravitation, light, attraction, adhesion, and cohesion are all aspects of this Divine Love in the physical world. But even these aspects extend far into the unseen, and it cannot be said that Divine Love is limited or qualified by its mental aspects and characteristics…Behind all mysteries, behind all activity and behind all life is Love or Agape or Karuna which holds all things and persons together, which creates the beauty and harmony of this cosmos.”

—Samuel Lewis

Desire

 

“I desire you

more than food

or drink

 

My body

my senses

my mind

hunger for your taste

 

I can sense your presence

in my heart

although belong to all the world

 

I wait

with silent passion

for one gesture

one glance

from you. ”

—Rumi, The Love Poems of Rumi

 

 

Open up your heart

Open up your heart

 

“In your light I learn how to love.

In your beauty, how to make poems.

 

You dance inside my chest,

where no one sees you,

 

but sometimes I do, and that

sight becomes this art.”

—-The words of Rumi

 

 

You are a child of the Universe. Get out there and shine.

You are a child of the Universe. Get out there and shine.

 

“Love is the greatest component of life. It unifies everything. It attracts and draws to us all that is good. Through love we become more aware and responsive to the needs of humanity. We see the oneness, commonality, and the spark of God in each person. We can begin with our family, friends, and coworkers. We can love them even if we think they have done something wrong. We can be there for them, with compassion, kindness, gentleness and acceptance. That is how we demonstrate our human love.”

—James Van Praagh

 

Divine Love is everywhere.

Divine Love is everywhere.

The Girl Who Silenced the World for 5 Minutes


 

Sometimes it is best to let the speaker have their own time. There is nothing I can say that this courageous young lady doesn’t say better. We are raising up many brave voices and I hope and pray that the world will listen to them.

 

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Namaste,

And bless this girl with protection, hutzpuh, and love. May her life be a shining light.

You Have to Be Carefully Taught


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My youngest grandson is 5 years old, and in pre-school.  He has lived his entire life in conservative areas, first in Arkansas, now in Oklahoma.  I talked to his mother today, and she told me that when he came home from school today, the following conversation took place:

“Mom, Mr. Obama is our President, did you know that?”

“Yes, honey, I did know that.  Did you know that he’s our First President of Color?”

“No, mommy!  He’s not the First President!  And he’s not the President for Color, he’s the President of All of Us!”

A 5-year-old can get that, but Congress, or at least many Republicans, apparently can’t.

Obama is the first President of Color, but to the youngest generation, that doesn’t matter.  What matters is:  He’s President of America.  Period.

Color is irrelevant, at my grandson’s age, because at 5, he has not been taught to hate people who…

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This is What I Always Say…


Hello everyone,

I am writing today to share something that many of you who have followed me here at WordPress have heard me say before. We are not born racist.  We are born completely loving and accepting of goodness. We are born not seeing each other differently but as a version of ourselves. We are not racist at birth. What happens? Well, we are taught by others, by adults to be racist. We are taught to care what color we are and what color others are. We are taught that color has value. Some colors are more important than others.

 

Being a painter as well as a photographer, color is important to me. The color of a flower, a bird, a tree, the color of sand at the beach, the color of the majestic mountains which scrape the sky. When I am painting, I often mix two or perhaps three colors to create the perfect color for what I am painting in the world. One color is not needed more than others. Some colors are needed in just a little dab. Sometimes you wash a little color over what you have already painted to enhance the color. It doesn’t really change it. It deepens or accentuates the color. Every color on my palate is just as important to me as the next one. Yes, they are different, but each has equal value to the heart and to this beautiful Universe.

 

I included the Iris below because it is an unusual color. I raised it and photographed it. It not a common color for an iris, but it is a pretty color. And the photograph is my gift to you. I can’t really give you a gift but this is as close as I can come. Please accept it in the spirit in which it is given.

 

Golden Iris. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2014

Golden Iris. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2014

 

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I am also writing this blog in memory of every human being, adult or child, who has suffered in any way or has been killed because of the color of their skin. I am writing for every grief stricken parent who will never be able to fill the hole within themselves. I am writing for every sibling left behind because their sister or brother is dead because of the color of their skin. I am writing for every lost sibling who will never laugh together over a private joke. I write today for everyone who is different in some manner and is afraid that one day someone will kill them for their differences.

 

I am writing this today for a young man. A young man who worked for me along time ago. He was a hard worker, he had a good sense of humor, he had a good and loving heart. He offered someone a ride home one evening and the person slit his throat because he was different. He bled out all alone. I am sure he was afraid, and wondering why? Why? Why?

Because he was different and this person hated him for being different. Labels were applied by the stranger who killed him and so he slowly bled out behind the wheel of his car alone. Alone and gone too soon.

 

“Immature grapes are made by the breath of the Master.

Then the sourness of duality, hate, and strife disappears,

and they are peeled of their skins to become one in the wine.”

—Rumi

My Green Thumb


I was having a really interesting conversation with a friend yesterday, and my friend, who has never been to any of my houses up north, where I had room for gardens, asked me if I have a green thumb.

 

I decided that, rather than just answering, “yes, I do”, I would post some pictures of gardens and flowers that I loved so much.  It is one of the very few things I miss now that I moved to the South, because I no longer have room for gardens.

 

I hope you enjoy them, and perhaps even become inspired to add your own gardens.

 

Namaste,

Barbara

 

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Daffodils around a light post in Bay Village, OH Copyright and Photograph by Barbara Mattio 2006

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Tulips in the garden. Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2006

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Tulips by the Fence. Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright by Barbara Mattio 2006

Flowing Plum Tree in bloom. In memory of my late husband. Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2006

Flowing Plum Tree in bloom. In memory of my late husband. Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2006

Weeping Cherry in Bloom. Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2006

Weeping Cherry in Bloom. Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2006

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House and Garden Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2005

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Red Rhododendron Bay Village OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2005

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Blue Iris and White Rhododendron Bay Village, OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2005

 

Front Porch and Garden Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2009

Front Porch and Garden Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2009

Front porch and garden Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2009

Front porch and garden Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2009

Autumn blooming white Clematis Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2009

Autumn blooming white Clematis Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2009

Front porch and garden Late Summer Avon OH Photograph and Copyright 2009

Front porch and garden Late Summer Avon OH Photograph and Copyright 2009

Rio Rose bloom Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Rio Rose bloom Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Dahlias Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Dahlias Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Hardy Hibiscus Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Hardy Hibiscus Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

 

 

 

Dutch Irises. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2015

Dutch Irises. Photograph and copyright by Barbara Mattio, 2015

Pink Drift Rose Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Pink Drift Rose Avon OH Photograph and Copyright Barbara Mattio 2014

Displaced by Violence, Columbian Women build their own City


Traditionally women have been seen as and forced to be second class citizens. All throughout written history, they have been expected to obey their husbands, accept any and all violence. They have been supposed to tolerate adultery. They have been made to feed their families with little or no help from their man. Marriage was a business arrangement to solidify relations between countries, as a mediation between warring clans or families. Marriage also used to require a bride price. Marry my daughter and I will give you 10 horses, 12 goats, and 6 bracelets of silver. We like to think times have changed but women continue to cook, clean, have babies and never speak about anything important.

Violence is happening around the world to men, women and children, but the women and children carry the brunt of the scars of the violence. Women may not look strong, but millions are strong. This is the story of such women and what they chose to do when violence drove them from their villages.

To the bravery and strength of every woman who surmounts her poverty, illiteracy, and homelessness and carves out for herself and her children a better life: I say you are heroines. Be proud of yourselves and children be proud of your Moms. Their strength keeps you all alive. Their bravery has shown the people of Colombia that women and children do matter. It shows that violence does not always win.

Displaced by violence, Colombian women build their own city

 

 

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