Me and the Church
Ladies
The idea
came swiftly from somewhere deep in my gut propelled by the passion that
accompanies an anger one feels when they spot an egotistic bully picking on the
schoolyard innocent. You know, like Kanye West’s treatment of Taylor Swift on
that nationally televised MTV awards show.
It is an idea that stays. No matter how you push it aside the thought
keeps popping back up until you realize that you have to act on it. And so I sent an email inquiring about
participating in the 9/12 March on Washington
DC .
For me it
was the breathtakingly obvious attempt by the Obama Administration (see bully),
majority Democrat lawmakers and complicit media to ram through a power grab
(see Obamacare) and alter our country forever. That stark realization was my
motivation. The Republicans, weak spined patsies with no stomach for a fight,
in my mind were equally at fault, because of their self preservationism.
It was four
days after the initial email correspondence with jlmcgraw@xyz.com and only t-
minus eleven days from protest. I had
been planning to broach the subject of my interest with my family at any
moment. The moment came while my wife and I were sitting at the dining table
with the TV turned to Glenn Beck. All of a sudden I looked up and here was the
lady I had exchanged emails with, Joy
McGraw, Atlanta , Ga. on the screen talking about the Georgia
participation with Glenn Beck on national TV!
Certainly that moment was providential because I was still on the
proverbial fence. With the subsequent
blessings of wife and daughters I phoned Ms. McGraw and cemented my plans for
sharing my voice of objection.
Through
some subsequent discussions with Joy, I became the designated leader of the
second bus leaving from the Georgia State Capitol Friday morning September 11, 2009 . The bus was filled with fifty six folks
ranging in age from twenty something to seventy something. We had folks from Augusta to the east, Birmingham Ala.
from the west, Cumming from the north and Cordele from the south. No radical right wingers were on this bus
called Liberty,
just concerned hard working Americans with traditional conservative values
wanting to make a difference and to be heard.
The lady I
ended up sitting next to on the bus was a widowed Jewish grandmother and office
manager originally from Brooklyn ,
NY . Her name was Marcia Koch, no relation to
former NY Mayor Ed Koch, she was a real American original.
Our long
ride saw us arrive in DC after most of our routine bedtimes and being bus
coordinator I was last to check in.
Waiting for me were two ladies traveling together who inquired if I
would mind being their escort to the rally in the morning. Seems they had a bit of trepidation about
navigating the Metro and the accompanying crowds by themselves. I was flattered
and honored that my presence would help ease their angst somewhat and gladly
accepted their invitation. We agreed to
meet for breakfast in the AM.
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We prayed
before breakfast and I received a little about each of them and they small
parts of me. Their names are Helen
Johnson and Beth Alday. They are best
friends from Macon , Georgia . They attend the same Church there and they
met at that Church years earlier. They
are mothers and wives who picked up and left their families to travel a thousand
or so miles into the uncharted territory of a national protest because they knew
in their heart of hearts that they had to do something. It was the same for me and the other folk on
our bus. Deep down in the gut comes a
conviction that something is wrong and if we do not stand up, nothing will have
a chance to change. If we turn our heads
and walk away it will be our great sin.
So the
Church Ladies and I made our way to the metro and each train we boarded we met
more simple real Americans from across our land. We rode up and out onto the streets of our nation’s
epicenter, the eye of the storm, citizens everywhere and it was awe
inspiring. It was akin to that natural
wonder of the king salmon coming back from their long journey into a seemingly infinite ocean
to find their Source, swimming upstream against the current motivated only from
a sense of purpose, a purpose of survival and natural right.
At each
intersection I could look down the blocks and see people moving in the step of
liberty towards the Freedom
Plaza staging area. It was a cool overcast morning on September 12, 2009 with a
slight breeze carrying the sounds of anticipation and hope. I remember experiencing goose bumps and eyes full of watery pride. We all knew we had made the right choice and
were grateful to be present.
As we
arrived at the plaza we could hear the PA system to tell us where the stage was,
but Helen, Beth and I stayed on the periphery.
I knew that the crowd would continue to grow and wanted to be in
proximity of the parade route with an exit option just in case. The Church
Ladies then began to don their custom made protest hats extracting the parts
from their rolling survival supply bag they had brought. I never got confirmation from them but these
hats looked suspiciously like they might possibly have been worn at one of
those Red Hat Society functions.
When complete
the red hats had a cut-out tea pot attached to the top that read “We are Tea’d!
Taxed Enough Already.” It did not
take long before photographers were coming by to take their pictures. Throughout the rest of the morning Helen and
Beth continued to attract attention because of their creative costume. I was proud to be their friend along for the
ride.
The walk
down Pennsylvania Ave
was an emotional experience with the majestic Capitol beckoning us. I did not fully understand at the time just
how little is done under that dome truly on the people’s behalf. I had
flashback recognition of exactly where we were, of the TV images, the horse
drawn caisson with the widow in black trailing behind coming down this same
route we were walking. A reeling Nation mourned on that grey November Sunday in
1963. I prayed that our dissent efforts
now would be noticed.
Our
position in the march was in the first fifth of the column. Because of the time we arrived at the staging
area and where we positioned ourselves I was sure we were more to the front
than to the middle. Our walk along the
extreme right side curb and sidewalk facing the Capital put us in a position
when we reached the complex area to secure seating on the northside wall of the
reflecting pool. We could not have found
a more precipitous spot. The porta-potties were fifty yards away and we had preferred viewing of the continuing
procession as it arrived into the determined destination.
Although we
could not see the stage on the steps of the Capitol we could hear clearly the
presenters. But this fact was not as
important to us as was the witnessing of the masses in attendance. The procession kept arriving for hours. It was clear to me that this was a huge demonstration. It was proof that a
significant number of Americans were opposed to the direction that the Obama
Administration specifically and our Government generally was trying to take us.
I
instinctively knew that there would be no aerial view in news reports of this
mass demonstration. The government
controls the skies over Washington
DC and they would not allow
proper perspective on this event. It was
certain as well that the complicit news media would not give the protest
justified coverage. I took a walk around
the Capitol grounds as best I could and my experience says that there were
between a quarter to half million people gathered there this day.
One thing
is for sure. The people who were in
attendance are normal everyday Americans that care about their Country. They cherish their freedom and want future
generations to have the same liberties.
The Church Ladies are the consummate example of everyday Americans
exercising their freedom and enjoying their liberties.
Later in
the day we went our separate ways. The
red hat ones preferring to travel back to the hotel. Me, I wanted to walk the
mall and take in the Washington
Monument and the Lincoln
Memorial. In 1987 on my first trip to
this great town I remember what a breathtakingly moving experience the Lincoln
Memorial was for me. That place surely is sacred ground. September 12, 2009 was winding down for me. I remember a feeling of fulfillment and
accomplishment as I walked into my hotel room.
I switched on the TV to see the news coverage. David Axelrod, one of
Obama’s senior advisors was being interviewed. Asked about the march and he
said, “We don’t know who these people are.”
I switched the TV off.
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