On the Wrong Side
(Reflections on D-Day and other conflicts)
What happens when
You’re on the wrong side,
Through no fault of your own? —
You didn’t ask to be born.
What happens when
You’re one black among whites
Or one white among blacks?
What happens when
Your skin’s another color,
Your religion is different,
Or you’re the former enemy?
Peace has been declared,
But it takes take time
For hatred not to flare.
I’m on the wrong side sometimes,
But I have to live.
Please give me a chance.
Don’t judge me by labels
And prejudiced fables.
Though some may be true,
I’m a person too.
And I, too, must learn
To open my heart,
To make a new start.
To open my mind,
To learn to be kind,
Though we might disagree —
We need to be free.
To see you as special
Would really be helpful.
To see your great worth —
It really can’t hurt.
To learn to forgive,
That’s how we must live.
(June 6, 2014 – 70th anniversary of D-Day, World War II)

Camp Freeway
One early morning this summer, I was driving past a freeway on-ramp, and I noticed a camping tent amongst the trees. If I hadn’t known that I was on a freeway, the area looked very much like a campground, with lovely pine trees, but of course without picnic benches, running water, showers, or toilets. But the place did look a lot like a typical California campground.
A few days later, there were two tents. Word was getting around.
But after a few weeks, no more tents. It would be interesting to know the stories of the people involved.
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