Wait

The sun at dawn.

That coffee in the pot.

A red light.

Wait.

In line for a meal.

In line for a job.

In line to vote.

Wait.

To be seen.

To be recognized.

To be respected.

Wait.

Freedom.

Equality.

Justice.

Peace.

Wait.

It's easy to sit back and not do anything when you have everything.

It's easy to dismiss the tears, the fears, the anguish of people not like you.

It's easy to live in fear of change.

It's easy not to see, not to hear, not to feel when doing so means sharing this world.

It's easy to do nothing.

It's easy to tell others to wait when you are in power.

It's easy to wait.

Wait.

Why should we wait?

This nation of ours has wrestled and fought over the timetable of freedom that it laid down in its foundational documents.

It has fought every step of the way to allow those words of freedom to ring true.

All are created equal...

You would think that a People whose credo is freedom for all would be cheerful and grant this to be true.

Yet here we are today in the first part of the 21st century in America, and a good 40% of Americans do not agree with the Constitution.

My freedom is more important than your freedom.

If you have to have freedom, I'll do away with my freedom before I allow you any of mine.

My power is sanctified; I will not share my abundance with you, the takers.

It's bizarre that a People who declare themselves defenders of liberty and justice only mean themselves.

No one else need apply.

Wait?

No, we ain't waiting anymore.

The Freedom Train is pulling out of the station.

We've got a few more weeks until this election, and we're moving on.

Freedom won't wait.

Freedom, like a falling rain, will change with the season.

In the Winter, it will fall like snow, slow and beautiful.

During the Spring, it was long and drenching.

In the summer, hot and fast, the thunder rolls across the hills and echoes in the valleys.

There is no need to wait.

Everyone has a ticket to get on the Freedom Train.

It's up to each of us to get on board or not.

To get your ticket punched, all you have to do is vote.

Don't wait.

Vote.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

The People

Who are we?

Important.

Forgotten.

On the street.

In the home.

Running a business.

Retired.

Able to leap buildings.

Fallen.

On the corner.

Behind the scenes.

Top floor.

Out the back door.

Who are we?

Driving.

Riding.

Marching.

Humiliated.

Fighting back.

Alone.

Together.

Who are we?

We are a people who can trace our origins through an ancestry that believes in freedom.

We are a people bound together in a struggle against our fellow humans who fear freedom.

A preference to live in the dark in both mind, spirit, and heart.

We are a people who stand on the right side of history.

A history governed by the simplest idea yet the most powerful in the whole of the universe.

Love one another as you would want to be loved.

If you are sick, you are taken care of.

If you are lost, you are looked for.

If you are afraid, you are protected.

This is the overriding idea behind the Constitution of the United States of America.

That a government of the people, by the people, and for the people would stand for justice.

Not just for themselves but for everyone.

Together, the People would secure the fundamental rights of freedom, prosperity, and happiness. 

We all might rise together to form that more perfect union of love.

Who are we?

We are the children of freedom’s light.

Peace.

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Say Her Name

Breonna Taylor's death and subsequent charging only of the officer who shot into other apartments and not the two who did and who shot her and killed her is a blatant cover-up.  

Covering for bullies.  

Covering for racism. 

Covering for a white apartheid that says one race gets justice while everyone else doesn't.  

Racism is not something that will smoothly go away.

No one answer will empty the hate of racists. 

Racism is a belief, and like any belief, it has its promoters and followers.  

It's priests, and it's laypeople.

It's policing of policy.

Ultimately, we will never get a leopard to willingly change its own spots.  

Ain't going to happen.  

Which is why we move forward, why we march, why we shout, why we talk, why we listen.  

Why do we work together?

Why do we get into good trouble? 

We believe in justice for all, which will lead us to that better world where the brotherhood of man awaits us.

Justice is not just for the opposed but also a freeing of the mind and soul of the oppressor. 

Justice comes in ways we do not always expect.  

Yet justice will always answer for those who ring the bell of freedom.  

Peace.

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Hello?

The media has a collective cognitive disorder.

The media reports news and then forgets what information they said.

When the Pandemic first struck America, all news sources put up CDC charts of the potential total number of deaths over time.

Does anyone remember those charts?

When you looked past a year, those numbers mounted up to 500,000 to a million dead.

Every day, you can hear the media wince about why this President acts the way he does.

Why does he lie and act the way he does?

Why?

Why?

They seem to forget that they tell us one week he's a sociopathic, malignant narcissist liar, and the following week it's totally forgotten.

Why does he keep lying?

Why does he have trouble with facts?

Why doesn't he remember what he said?

I'll acknowledge that the media are providing a kind of service to the nation.

Not everyone is up to date on every turn of current events.

These media people have busy lives; they can't be expected to keep track of facts.

Current day fact: Those who enter a public building today have to be reminded that there is a plague killing a thousand-plus people every day, and they need to wear masks.

Some people, very human, may not realize it's still killing people.

They have to be reminded.

The average person is too busy to keep the facts of a worldwide plague at the forefront of their lives.

A plague...

So the news purveyors do a rehash, a gentle reminder to their consumers each day of what was on the previous day's menu.

Yet the media forgets what they say as soon as they say it.

Yet the media forgets what they say as soon as they say it.

Yet the media forgets what they say as soon as they say it.

The biggest one in the past year, which continues every day, is what the media said about the mortality rates for black and brown people.

After the first two months, studies of mortality rates demonstrated that black and brown people were more adversely affected by COVID.

Black and brown people died more often than white people.

It was said over and over and over again.

Then, by June, we start to get a set of silly questions out of our news hosts.

Why are the President's supporters not wearing masks?

Why is the President saying you don't have to wear a mask?

Why are the President's rallies requiring attendees not to wear a mask?

Why are guys and gals with red hats, white trucks, and Trump flags all refusing to wear masks in public?

These questions require a memory.

The news hosts told America that black and brown people die at a higher rate than white people.

These questions require deductive reasoning.

Being able to recognize that 2 + 2 = 4.

If our news hosts didn't do more than just read the news and look at what the red hats are saying to each other daily.

Conservative Americans posting to each other over social media shared this scientific data that COVID-19 kills blacks.

Let the celebration begin!

The news hosts ask, Why are people not wearing a mask?

The answer is racism.

Racism you fools.

The second the news media said blacks die at a higher rate than whites from COVID was the second that white apartheid America took off their masks.

It is why white racist Americans will not put their masks back on.

A side note, that's 37% - 40% of Americans, which is the current President's base.

Understand the simple math?

COVID became a plague that kills them, not us.

It kills brown people.

White racists want brown people dead.

It kills brown people...

This lack of cognition is genuinely an all-too-human response.

News flash!

Did you know that McDonald's has a new breakfast sandwich?

Did you see that rat running away with a slice of pizza today?

Did you know we landed on the moon?

Humans take in information at all speeds.

From instantly to not at all.

News organizations report the news, but they don't necessarily understand what they are saying.

They speak before they think.

They expose themselves as readers, not thinkers.

They drill into the middle of a story and are proud of the hole they made.

But they all have a problem with the bigger picture.

The bigger meaning of what happens in the world.

If problems could be solved by throwing a switch, it would have been done long ago.

Problems in any society are an ugly mixed-meat sandwich.

Everyone in their camp thinks they got the best sandwich.

Each camp is willing to go to war over the selection of meat and condiments.

What we all need is a bridge of information.

A conduit of truth.

A concierge of just the facts.

Just the facts.

The facts.

Some good people are keeping track, making connections, and doing the work of analysis of the facts.

How for every action, there is a reaction.

The leaping from headline to headline, screaming like Chicken Little that the sky is falling, will only make a nation weary.

Listen more.

2 + 2 = 4

Serve, We the People.

Facts.

Listen.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Truth Will Out

It starts with…

Ate a cookie before dinner.

Took a dollar from your mother's drawer.

Told the girl at school she was ugly.

Truth will out.

That day when you smoked a cigarette.

The time when you got drunk.

When you forgot your child's birthday.

Truth will out.

Speeding.

Ignoring.

Justifying.

Entitling.

Truth will out.

The reason why you lost your job.

The reason you can't say "I love you" is...

The reason why you don't care anymore.

Truth will out.

Truth is fact.

Fact is the truth.

The President lives in a world of his own lies.

An adolescent fantasy world where nothing matters but his own mortal satisfactions.

We are right to say, where are the strong, who can be trusted?

Truth will out.

The truth will out means the facts; the truth will be known.

The President lies, and these lies are killing us by the thousands every day.

This President's followers want the chaos; they want the deaths of those who want a world where everyone is equal.

Where everyone has justice.

This is a white man's world; all others need to die...

Everyone has it in their power to be the worst or the best they can be.

A bird doesn't say, Can I fly?

It flies.

No one is keeping them from flying with the rest of the flock.

Why do we believe that others are to blame?

Why do we choose to live in a fantasy instead of the truth?

Why does this President prefer his lies to facts?

Why do so many want to believe in the lies this President tells?

The answer has been blowing in the wind since the foundations of this Republic.

A system based upon racial inequality where the whiter you are, the more justice you reap.

The more you can hide the truth about yourself.

This is a fact in America.

Facts are stubborn things.

How do you change facts?

You change the conditions of the question.

You stand for justice.

You speak up for equality.

You march for good trouble.

You demonstrate through words and deeds that you live a life of compassion for all.

The lies are exposed.

They perish.

The truth lives.

And then it happens…

Follow truth; it will lead us all to the brotherhood of man.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Forgotten

Rural America and urban America, are they really different?

Both are underserved by their elected leaders.

Both suffer from the absence of economic investment.

Both see the absence of real jobs.

Both are forgotten by educational institutions.

Both lack 21st-century infrastructure.

Both have stagnated wages.

Both shop at the only store in town, the Dollar Store.

Both cash their checks at a Payday Loan.

Both have lost hope.

If they are both so alike, what keeps them from seeing each other's plight?

Racism.

Racism.

Racism.

I am white.

I was raised in the middle of white, racist, suburban, rural America.

Where everything, including God, is defined as the head of the white race.

The first question you ask is, Where is that person from?

What is their race?

A queer reality permeates the community of white America.

White Americans believe the thing that keeps them from being in the same economic boat as black and brown people is their whiteness.

Somehow, whiteness grants a boon, a step up, a benefit of the doubt.

A buffer keeping them from the bottom of society.

Given the right circumstances, the rich, the wealthy, the aristocrat, the ownership class will invite them to their cash orgy.

It's their 'whiteness' that grants superiority even in the face of their apparent poverty.

The poverty of ideas.

The poverty of faith.

Poverty of spirit

The poverty of honor.

The poverty of community.

The poverty of empathy.

The perverse fear of reverse discrimination is real.

If equality were somehow made real, it is firmly believed that black and brown America would take revenge on white America.

As it was told to me over and over by my racist relatives…

Universal health care is only for the niggers…

If I had a broken leg and a black guy had a broken leg, the black guy would be treated first, get their treatment for free, and I would be told to go elsewhere.

Socialism is communism is a plot of the coloreds to take over our America.

The idea that justice for all floats all boats is a fairy tale to racist America.

You are either on top or on the bottom.

This real fear keeps racist America from seeing its reality.

They have been forgotten, it's true.

They have been forgotten just as much as black and brown people have.

The problem is that it has been, and will ever be, the wealthy who ignore rural and urban America.

The wealthy have gone by other names: aristocrats, the rich, the ownership class.

However, they remain the bane of humanity.

The takers.

Racism continues to blind us to the simple truth of the wealthy's greed.

If only the plight of racism could be waved away overnight.

But it can't.

It is as much a fact as it is a belief in the human racist heart.

If we are to come together, somebody has to reach out a hand of compassion.

Somebody must be strong and say, Welcome, friend.

We hear you.

Let's work together.

Someone needs to say my table is open; come eat and be joyful.

That someone can be you.

You can be the bridge where the forgotten will meet.

You and I can be hope.

It begins today.

Now.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Sports

There is nothing like taking away the bottle from those who indulge in indifference to bring attention to what really matters.

Indifference is a kind of drug.

Indifference numbs our sense of responsibility.

It numbs our compassion.

It numbs our hope.

It blinds us to brutality.

It makes us deaf to the sounds of injustice.

It cripples our will to stand for what is right.

Sports is the novocaine injected into the jaw to keep you from feeling the pain in society.

Have you ever heard of sports called the Great Distraction?

A pastime?

What are we being distracted from?

What are we passing over?

The answer has always been to keep us happily gelded and not question why things are the way they are.

You give a child a toy and tell them to go play so you can do the thing you want to do.

You do this because you don't want to make the effort to engage with the child.

Boring!

You don't want to take responsibility because it's inconvenient.

You have better things to do.

You. You. You. You.

Distraction.

Sports play their part in our society.

In and of itself, it is not evil or good.

Except for that worldwide territorial organized crime online gambling thing...

The Fix is in...

It is a thing that can be enjoyed.

But ask yourself why this President and his supporters were so gung-ho to get sports back?

Distraction.

Today, right now, the NBA leads the way to stop the distractions.

They have the power of their members, as does the rest of sports, to focus the attention of a nation.

They have the power to break the stalemate of indifference.

They can address our broken police force.

They can be more than a distraction.

Distractions...

COVID came along and removed some of our distractions.

George Floyd's brutal death and the indifference of the officers who killed him burned into the hearts and minds of all those who saw the video.

Enough is enough.

Time and time again, the integrity of our police force has been demonstrated to be broken.

Broke.

When a thing has been repaired over and over again and still doesn't work?

Is it time to get a new thing?

Am I right?

Rethink what is possible.

Responsibly, our old, broken police forces should be set aside.

And in its place, a new force created.

A new force reimagined.

What it should be.

A clean slate.

Some things that broke can't be fixed; you have to get new ones.

This time, genuinely based on justice for all.

Our current police force will no longer be the de facto guardians of white supremacy.

To truly protect and serve all.

No longer should they see themselves as the Marshall in a lawless territory to be judge, jury, and executioners.

But to serve and protect a diverse modern society.

Some things that broke can't be fixed.

You have to get new.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

How

How do we help the blind see?

How to help the deaf hear?

How do you help the numb feel?

Obligation.

How can I help?

How can I matter?

How can I walk the walk?

Compassion.

How to run?

How to reach?

How to be hope?

Love.

The acid that will dissolve any democracy is willful ignorance combined with intolerance.

Willful ignorance is defined as the choice to ignore reality.

A preference, a choice, not a mistake.

Willful ignorance is tied spiritually to entitlement.

I am owed, I deserve, I’m next in line, I will take at the expense of others.

Consequences are not for me.

Consequences are only for those who are unfit, unworthy, on the other side…

Willful ignorance, intolerance, and entitlement are walls of fear built by humans.

They are high, they are thick, they are not fragile.

Many have tried to attack these walls directly, but always with no effect.

You may win a battle, but not the war.

Not only will the individual rebuild these walls, but the community that they protect will assist.

People who live protected behind the walls of willful ignorance, intolerance, and entitlement are numb to voices in the streets.

They are numb to the images of despair.

They are numb to the feelings of loss.

How do you reach them?

Why would you want to reach them?

Really?

Why?

Haven’t they placed themselves above humanity?

Haven’t they walled themselves off from human kindness?

Haven’t they buried themselves in the dirt like the living dead?

Yes, they have.

Fear will always have the potential to make all of us do bad things.

For those who have been given much, much is expected.

If you know how to swim and someone is drowning, love says save that person.

If you know how to stand and someone has fallen, love says help them up.

If you know the truth and someone has lied, love says speak up.

Someone has to be the adult in the room.

We are not here to save those who are already safe.

If you are reading my words, more than likely, you are in the choir of hope.

To round out our choir, we need all the voices of the earth.

That’s why we care.

That’s why we fight.

That’s why we sing.

We are not afraid of the fight for justice.

We will stand outside the walls of willful ignorance, intolerance, and entitlement, calling to our brothers and sisters to join us in a beautiful land.

There is redemption

You can begin again.

A land where fear has its place.

A land where love leads the way.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Hope Again

To feel fear in laughter.

To know hate in singing.

To touch anger in a smile.

Despair in a smile.

Hopelessness in a glance.

To feel real pain when someone falls.

Your heart stops at the clash of loud sounds.

Bright lights burn.

Brilliant color stings.

Tears flow on your face; they do on mine.

Your joy is my joy.

Your fear is my fear.

Your hope mine.

Have you felt the thrill in a song?

Have you felt the melting of a heart?

Have you sung with the voices of the forest?

Do you converse with the steady mountains?

Does the sea speak of a better world?

Can you feel the individual's dreams, the group, and the city push you into giddy laughter?

Can you feel the loss of one life push you into darkness?

Do the waves of ignorance beat your mind?

Does silence crack your skull?

Being an empath does not give you clairvoyance.

You feel real pain, real pleasure from other people.

But those feelings don't tell you why?

Why are they afraid?

Why are they in love?

Why are they resentful?

Why are they angry?

Other people's emotions, especially for me, anger boils on my skin like acid.

I can see a lie before it's even told.

But a funny thing about being an empath?

You can't see your own fiction.

I had traveled a life, not knowing that the fourth wall of my personality did not exist.

I did not know my back door was wide open, letting in all the unregulated terrors of the human mind into my spirit.

That open back door swung so broadly that it let in all the fear, the darkness without boundaries.

Until I decided I couldn't take it any longer.

I had to leave.

Time to die.

But as I was going out the door, a voice caught me.

A voice that pierced the absolute darkness that filled my eyes.

A voice that called me back to the living.

A voice of hope.

Are you alright?

It's really late to discover at age 55 that you're an empath.

I've lived again these past 5 years and learned a lot about myself.

It explained a lot of the secret misery I kept.

The secret pain piled up.

But that voice of love asked me to live again.

To again begin.

And I meekly said I will try once more.

Once more, to help heal hearts and minds.

Once more for love.

This world can be a better place.

For all of us.

Try to see the world through the heart of another.

You will find you are also in that other person's heart.

They want what you want.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Listen

We, the people.

What did you hear?

These truths are self-evident.

What did you hear?

Created equal.

What did you hear?

Perfect Union.

What did you hear?

Establish justice.

What did you hear?

Promote the general welfare.

What did you hear?

Secure the Blessings of Liberty.

What did you hear?

I'll lay down even money you didn't hear what I heard.

Like the husband who only hears what he wants to hear.

Like the child who doesn't hear the word no.

Like the establishment employee who doesn't hear your problem.

Like the wait staff who don't hear your order.

Humans hear what they want to hear when they want to hear it.

Our beliefs color our communications.

If we believe in fairness, our ears are open to new directions.

If we believe in nothing, our ears are unfamiliar with the suffering of others.

If we believe in hate, we are deaf to tears.

A recurring theme I would like to elucidate is perspective.

The Constitution of the United States of America was not written for all of us.

It left out women.

It left out people of color.

It was a document about securing the rights and freedoms of white landowners who were standing against a generational white aristocracy who would take land in payment of taxes.

We, the people, took a while to be noticed.

We, the people, were the squeaky wheel on the shopping cart of democracy.

We, the people, read the Bill of Rights and asked, "Doesn't this apply to us, too?"

We kept on keeping on being in the ear of those who had already secured their freedom from oppression.

Funny how the oppressed, once granted freedom, will always find something they believe they are superior to.

Freedom is not willingly granted to anyone.

No.

And to keep our freedom, we have to make a good noise.

We have to form a choir to keep the music of freedom in our elected leaders' ears.

That's why we organize.

That's why we vote.

This is our duty not only to our past but to ourselves, alive here and now, and to those who will come after us.

Freedom is just a word if it's not followed by hard work.

If you can hear my voice and are comforted, then you are part of the choir.

If you hear a noise, it's a good thing.

It means you're not deaf yet.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Brotherhood of Man

Love will never ask you to subtract.

Divide.

Exclude.

Love asks all of us to add.

To multiply.

To include.

What side of the equation are you on?

Humans.

Humans are peculiar.

They can hold two contradictory thoughts in their minds at the same time.

Love your neighbor.

But not those people.

Feed the hungry.

Not them.

Care for the sick.

They deserve what they got.

Our lives matter.

Their lives don't.

COVID came along, and at first, there was a unity of mind.

Beat back the Grim Reaper.

But on the day when the media pointed out that black and brown communities got sick at a rate 2 to 4 times that of white communities…

The fight became their problem, not ours, in racist white America.

The pandemic was over!

I was raised in white, racist America.

I know what they say behind closed doors.

I know what they say at the dinner table.

The church.

At work.

They cannot imagine themselves as equal to a black or brown person.

They cannot imagine sharing their good fortune with a person of color.

They cannot imagine a community where all work towards a common good if black people are included.

They have cut themselves off from humanity.

Believing in a certainty passed down through the generations that white makes right.

The God is white.

Jesus is white.

How can we appeal to those who have locked their minds with the shackles of hate?

How do we get hearts to open to feel once again what it means to be human?

You can't do it.

Have you ever tried to move a blob of Jello with a needle?

You can't do it.

The individual can do a lot of poking, but the Jello won't budge.

What is needed is hands, many hands, a community, a society, a nation coming together with a purpose.

The purpose is to drop hate and lift hope.

The outcome is through all our efforts together, the mountain of racism has no chance.

We can lift that mountain out of its self-inflicted darkness.

A better world is our goal.

The journey requires all our effort today and tomorrow and every generation to come.

Won't you join me?

Love asks more of us every day of our lives till we lay ourselves down.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

For Adults Only

Europe before the Second World War was not unified.

After the ravages of World War II, a community grew that wasn't there before.

Death and destruction poured over everyone, leaving no person unharmed.

War is hell.

Deep ethnic and aristocratic barriers remained after the First World War.

Europe didn't learn from its previous mistakes.

However, after the second fall, it did.

It learned about humanity.

It learned it needed community.

It learned it needed communication.

It left behind its childhood and became an adult.

It put away childish things.

The war matured European society.

This is not to say that there are no problems today.

Every child who becomes an adult, even a group of nations, will have its own personality disorders.

Its own childhood traumas.

It has its own unique set of problems, scars, and challenges.

But the event of the Second World War had an unexpected effect.

It matured the European Society.

They became adults.

A maturing of the mind occurs after a trauma.

Usually.

We learn from our mistakes.

Mistakes like war tend to do that.

Disaster and those who live after the war have their minds focused on what are the true priorities in life.

Priorities.

What is essential becomes paramount.

What is not essential is left behind.

The United States of America is an adolescent society.

It has never matured.

It's handicapped.

Its focus is on self, what I can get, not what I can do.

Extended terrible 3s.

It has never suffered bombs burning down its cities.

Millions of its men, women, and children killed for no good reason.

The city on the hill has been spared the apocalypse.

However…

2020 has drawn a line in the sand.

Time to put up or shut up.

COVID-19 has ridden into the streets of America on a pale horse.

This country will see death like it has never seen before.

The basic math is horrendous on what the casualties will be when this virus, which will finally go away in two to three years, goes away.

And what of the after?

Ignorance will be checked for a time.

A Community will arise.

People will talk about their shared experiences.

Their grief.

Their love.

Their hope.

Their shared sacrifice.

A new America will stand up.

Beat but wiser.

With maturity comes wisdom.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Peace.

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Hate

The prey of hate is ignorance.

Ignorance is our natural state of human awareness.

We are all born ignorant.

We don’t know how to love.

We don’t know how to give.

We don’t know how to share.

We are born to take.

To lie.

To steal.

To kill.

We learn upon the knee of those whom we trust.

We learn from those we admire.

We learn from those we fear.

We learn from those who threaten us.

Have you ever asked yourself who your teachers are?

Your ignorance may have been lifted by a school teacher.

But generally speaking, organized industrial, governmental teachers are only the shepherds of society.

The root of learning hate begins before we can speak.

Hate begins before we can ask questions.

Hate takes the unformed mind and plants its seeds both deliberately and unconsciously.

Deliberately hating enforces obedience to an idea.

Systemic racism is born out of the womb, where not sharing ensures survival.

There are societal rules that must be obeyed, or the society will collapse.

What will collapse?

The power structure of who gets the benefit of the doubt.

Who gets the loans?

Who gets the jobs?

Who gets the opportunities?

Unconsciously, the traditions of hate are passed down from generation to generation.

The veneration, the worship, the religion of hate is the symtom created by the host.

Have you ever asked why you believe what you believe?

Have you ever asked your leader of faith why they believe?

You see, the answer you will most likely get is because they believe through faith.

Faith.

Faith in who?

Faith that the person who told you a story was telling the truth.

Here’s a story.

Once, there was a village of farmers, and a stranger came to town who obviously was a man of faith.

He told the villagers that there were black bandits in the hills, killers, who would soon attack their village.

The villagers were afraid.

What can we do?

We must run away!

The man said he had an idea.

If they gave him half of their abundance, he would offer this to the bandits in exchange.

Maybe?

They will go away.

Thank you, kind sir, thank you, you must have been sent by God to protect us.

The man took the abundance of the village and went away.

The bandits never showed up.

The prey of hate is ignorance.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Legacy of Fear

You were not born to be a monster.

You are not a creation of evil.

You do not have to pledge your life to cruelty.

There is no requirement to carry on a legacy of fear.

Trust is earned.

Trust should never be given to tyrants.

Tyrants come in many forms.

There are those in history.

Hitler, Stalin, Mao…

There are those in our neighborhood.

The old person who won't allow children to play in their yard.

The manager who won't report workplace harassment.

The elected leader who only cares for themselves and not for the community they were elected to serve.

Then, some live in our personal circle.

Fathers, mothers, brothers, sisters, uncles, aunts, cousins, nephews, nieces.

Friends.

We all know them.

People who treat others like dirt.

That uncle, who is referred to as being that way…

Everyone knows not to cross them.

They are the soldiers who carry on a legacy of fear.

Everyone enjoys their stories.

Their superficial charm.

But no one doubts that those who know them know that if they believe they are right and you are wrong, you will never change the outcome.

They are damaged people.

Broken.

Broken and reformed into spirits that are blind to empathy.

Just as a person who is born blind has no knowledge or understanding of what color is.

They don't know despair, fear, sorrow, happiness, or love.

They can only, to the best of their intellectual capacity, imitate human emotions.

These people rise in power…

Always.

They don't let anything or anyone get in their way.

We allow these people to be our elected leaders.

We falsely believe they are strong.

Have courage.

Are leaders.

Our clergy.

Our police.

Our leaders of organized crime.

They are all of a kind.

They distribute a legacy.

A regime of fear.

They learned the lesson of fear from those they respected.

Those that they feared.

Not understanding that fear is the foundation of evil in the world.

It is the cornerstone upon which hate builds the temple of racism.

We who have not submitted to their stories, their bullying, must expose them.

Their stories of how the world works, who is on top, who is on the bottom, cannot stand against the light of truth and of love.

Love trumps hate.

Love trumps fear.

Don't ask someone for help who cannot see that you are drowning.

We cannot ask of this President for assistance.

He and his supplicants cannot give what they don't have.

Rocks don't bleed.

We all need to take responsibility, rise up to the challenge, and vote into office leaders who can see.

Who can hear?

Who can feel?

If we are ever to have good things on this earth.

For everyone.

Peace.

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Freedom When

When you grow up, you let go of your past.

A past where you believed in fairy tales.

Our Republic is growing up.

You and I have felt the growing pains.

This pain is the conscious awakening of letting go of a mythical past.

There have been enough cracks put into the story of this nation that the light of truth is shining upon the interior, the heart of what we define ourselves as a nation.

There are a lot of holes in the stories we tell each other.

Our foundations were built upon the god-given belief that slavery was a right and just part of society.

The belief that some men were more valuable than others.

White men believed themselves superior to all other races.

What this nation fought for was not the freedom of all men versus freedom for only white men.

The tyranny that was overthrown on September 3, 1783, allowed the white man in this newly formed country to breathe in the freedom denied him by millennia of aristocratic sovereignty.

The Revolutionary War ended white male bonded servitude.

Well, truthfully, sort of, instead of calling it white slavery, they called it bonded servitude.

Sharecropping.

There was no regard, no thought given to women, let alone brown and black people in the original Bill of Rights of the Constitution.

It would take hearts, hands, and minds struggling to get those rights for all from our oppressors.

Today, in 2020, women of all colors are still waiting for that same freedom to be won for them.

Cracks in the story.

Who put those cracks into the American story so that we can see we are not who we say we are?

Every person who swung the hammer of justice is who.

People have been hammering on the thick heads and dense hearts of this society for a while now.

Recently, COVID-19 rang the bell of justice, asking us all to take care of each other.

Only half the nation responded.

But it shined a bright light, demonstrating that half of all Americans don't care what happens to our sick, the old, the unemployed, and the poor.

Recently, the tyranny of man reached out and claimed another soul, George Floyd.

That knocked another hole in the story we tell ourselves about who we are as a people.

Who does the police really protect and serve?

Who does the police serve?

Every day, little holes are chipped through the shell by every person on social media.

The story.

The story we told ourselves in the past was better than the reality.

That's what stories are.

Our problem as a society is whether we are writing and believing in a story of fiction or non-fiction?

Every society that has been recorded goes through an evolution.

It grows.

This society has very high ideals.

A high bar is set for itself in that original story called the Declaration of Independence.

The Constitution and Bill of Rights.

But as of late, there haven't been enough writers for a better future.

The dreamer's ink has run dry.

Too many prefer to sit back and dream about the past.

Too many prefer to fight against the future and worship the past.

Too many prefer to shut out change, build walls, and kill to keep equality just a dream.

Those preferences are the desires of the foolish.

They destroy the future so they don't have to worry about it.

Those preferences.

What rights are enjoyed by the majority cannot be denied to the minority.

An idea that keeps getting in the way of determinism.

We are the dreamers.

We are the heroes.

We are the hope.

We can make a better world today, not tomorrow.

Today.

Now.

Even now, we are writing a new story, you and I.

Let's revise our story, shall we?

Let the end of the past be the beginning of the future.

A future where all children are welcome in the story of freedom.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Drop Hate

When I became an adult, I put away childish things.

When I was blind, I could not see the suffering.

When I was deaf, I could not hear the cries for freedom.

When I could not walk, I rolled in my own intellectual filth.

When I was mute, I did not speak up for the oppressed.

When my heart was cold, I could not feel.

I could not feel.

Age does not create wisdom.

The original idea is that with age, you gain experience and learn from mistakes.

Humanity teaches us again and again our willingness to commit the same mistakes over and over and over again.

This time, we'll get what we want.

Age does not create wisdom.

Humanity is like a forest.

In a forest, you have life growing at many different rates.

Some fast.

Some slow.

Some don't give a shit and are stunted.

Life progresses to maturity on a broad scale.

Some seeds fall into the earth too early.

The late winter snow kills off the blossoms.

Some fall too late.

The waning sun, the cold earth, the seeds never burst through the ground.

They lay dead, never to see the sky.

We who walk through the forest only see those that were successful.

We don't think about the tens of thousands of seeds that had potential but were wasted.

A seed.

A seed in the forest.

I became an adult.

I stepped out of the shell of my seed and created a life beyond self.

I opened my eyes and saw that the war between the states had not ended.

I opened my ears and heard the same cry for peace down the darkened streets of this nation.

I stood on my legs and joined the march in the street.

I found my voice and spoke truth to power.

My heart beat in my chest, and I could feel.

My mind was opened.

I heard a voice call my name.

It said to put away the hate.

Put away my pride.

Put away my will.

Put away the stories given to me by damaged people whose stories were given to them by damaged people.

Put away an evil past and make right a glorious today.

Love asks more, never less, of each of us every day.

If we are adults, then it is time to put away our toys in a proper place.

The adults need to find the courage to say no to their children.

No more.

Every society has had an awakening.

It is not unusual for a people, a nation, to realize that their past was a mistake.

To promote, honor, or defend a mistake in the light of truth is an evil act against life.

To roll in lies, to bathe in hate, to inflict pain with words, acts, or symbolically with statues is tyranny.

The tyranny of man against man.

It must stop.

End the Civil War.

Put away the evil past.

Embrace the power of love.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

What You See?

Look over there.  

What you see?  

A woman is walking a dog.  

There is a Starbucks cup on the tree lawn.  

It’s cloudy today.  

Look over there.  

What you see?  

A young black woman is playing with a Hispanic child.  

There’s a delivery at the door.  

A cop grins because he killed some guy.  

Look over there.  

What you see?  

Congress deaf, dumb, and blind.  

Senate deaf, dumb, and blind.  

President mocks humanity. 

Look over there.  

What you see.  

I see fear held so long that it has burned out compassion. 

I see hate so deep that there’s no turning back.  

I see change coming.

Change coming.

A child yells.  

A mother weeps.  

A daddy lost.  

A dream destroyed.  

Look over there.  

What you see?  

Through tears, I see truth setting minds free.  

Through tears, I see justice push back.  

Through tears, I see our hope is here.  

See it?  

It’s right in front of you.  

It’s you.  

You will remake the world.

You.  

You are our hope.  

What you see?  

Peace  

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

Heart Of Darkness

Where does discrimination come from?

Why do we allow people to suffer?

What is the belief that allows us to kill?

When was the last time you admitted you were wrong?

Where was the last place you cried?

Why can't our leaders hear people ask for their freedom?

What will people say about you behind your back?

When will racism end?

"I refuse to accept the view that mankind is so tragically 

bound to the starless midnight of racism and war that 

the bright daybreak of peace and brotherhood 

can never become a reality." – Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.

The other day, a man woke up.

He may have had a plan for how that day might have wound up, but…

We can all recognize that the outcome was not what he intended.

Like so many people before him, fate chooses us without asking.

George Floyd woke that day and did not know he would be dead before sunset.

George's life, like so many of ours, is lived day by day.

Yes, we have an idea of where we want to go, but getting there remains hidden.

Only a few superficial people ever believe they are important.

None of us wakes up and says I'm the best.

Well, almost none of us.

No, we each try to get a piece of happiness each day.

Some days, it works out; others, it doesn't.

George Floyd was murdered by the police.

The police woke that day and didn't know they were going to start a fire that would burn around our collective consciousness.

They didn't know that their anger, their regrets, and prejudice would murder a man.

There's never been any evidence that hateful, bigoted racists ever killed anyone, right?

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe!

I can't breathe rings in those policemen's ears.

I can't breathe rings in the streets of America.

I can't breathe rings in the hearts of people across the world.

Dr. King was right.

The dark night would not hold its power over the hearts of humanity forever.

If there is a night, there will be a dawn.

Those who were faithful to pursue justice for all carried the light of truth before us.

The truth is that racism will never end.

However, the arbiter of racism is justice equally applied to all.

We have a lot of old rules in this Republic.

Rules meant to keep one People in power.

Rules written can be unwritten by better ideas.

People in the street march towards that brotherhood of man.

George Floyd blew a trumpet blast and brought down the walls.

Heroes are not created; they happen.

Let freedom ring in the morning's holy light.

As George's six-year-old daughter said, "Daddy changed the world."

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

The Dark Waters Roll

This is a moral check-up…

How are you doing?

How is the nation doing?

We all find ourselves being asked what our response to injustice is.

Not too long ago, we believed our nation had a moral awakening…

A generation was asked to stop discrimination and segregation and realize that everyone is created equal.

We didn't know what we were asking…

We were pushing for an answer we didn't want.

By asking the question, its aim was to address a long-standing cancer of the American experiment.

For every action, there is a reaction.

Humanity doesn't respond instantly to change.

The reaction came decades later, at the end of segregation and the passage of the Civil Rights Act of 1964.

The reaction?

Recently, we elected an immoral President.

He broke the dam, and all the dark waters that our nation had hidden from consciousness since 1964 have flooded back into everyone's lives.

Reminding us that the dirt on our souls cannot be hidden forever.

This first monster of our own creation was unleashed once again.

Brown children put in cages to destroy the American dream of freedom.

Our legislative House and Senate turn their backs on executive corruption so that they can pack the courts to end women's right to privacy.

Promises of a return to an all-white America where jobs are aplenty for the white land owner, the money piled high, and all that equality BS buried…

Dead.

Dead and buried and good riddance.

Communists!

The conservative, less government, fiscally responsible, Constitutional purist Republican Party led over a cliff by a sociopathic, day-trading, pied piper.

Our intelligence services mocked, and admonitions of collusion with America's enemies, Russia, were ignored.

Everyone can be bought.

You just have to find what they want.

Our President betrays his oath to the Constitution and is impeached.

Yet our courage to stand for justice has run away and hidden behind indifference to truth for political gain. 

This President was not removed.

The dark waters roll…

The dark waters roll...

A plague is unleashed.

One person's nightmare is another person's free lunch.

The virus, like the American President, doesn't know what empathy is.

The virus rolls across the world, piling bodies with a casual efficiency.

As it makes its way across America, we become them.

Them.

Prejudice feeds upon lies that support its belief.

The virus is only a problem for the old, the brown, the black, not white male America-loving Capitalists.

Magical thinking believes that a death toll of 100,000 is the limit and can't it wouldn't go higher.

Can it?

The bodies pile up.

The dark waters roll…

George Floyd was killed by four Minneapolis Police officers in full view, fully recorded.

The third leg of this American sickness steps down onto all our necks.

We are told we didn't see what we saw.

The third monster is unleashed.

The original sin.

The hole in the heart of the Great American Experiment.

Racism.

Mr. Floyd had no idea that day, when he woke up, that he was going to light a nation's sense of justice a fire.

Like so many heroes, he was at the wrong place at the right time.

His life was stolen from him.

Those who murdered him did not understand what they were doing.

They lit the watchfires of our democracy.

From hill to hill.

From the valley to the plain.

From the mountaintop to the ocean, the call went out that our democracy was in danger.

No person's life is in vain.

No one.

George Floyd made a difference in the world.

I wonder what he's thinking about as the world stands up in his name? The call for justice?

The dark waters roll…

The flood has not abated.

We are afloat, you and I, in this uncertain place and time.

I want to give you hope.

For the first time, there are enough of us to row this lifeboat to that blessed shore.

The world hears the cry, "I can't breathe."

We can row this boat ashore.

Our captain is justice.

This dark tide will yell and scream, but it can't stop the journey of the light.

We can all bring justice once and for all.

For all.

We will answer that question posed over 200 years ago.

For once in its entire history, will the many become one?

Listen…

Look...

The waters part, and in the middle walk a free people under the light of justice.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby

A Time Not Seen

The day you were born.

Your first steps.

The moment when you saw the sky.

A time not seen.

The War of Independence.

The war between the states.

The war for human rights.

A time not seen.

Before smartphones.

Before telephone poles.

Before the telegraph wire.

A time not seen.

The edge of the universe.

The edge of our solar system.

The edge of despair in the human heart.

A time not seen.

Like a toddler new to the world, America is about to take a step into the future.

It would appear reason and ignorance are evenly balanced.

The balance point is the virus.

Science and its companion medicine shout out warnings to step back.

This country has seen death before.

But not at the hands of such a merciless God as this virus.

It laughs at a few hundred thousand.

The grim skull of the virus will not be complete until it takes millions of lives from coast to coast.

Too many want to step off the cliff to see what happens.

If only those who want to tempt fate were the ones to lose their lives.

You cannot stop a fool from shooting their own foot off.

However, the determination of those who want to ignore reality is committing a kind of social suicide.

They don't want to go alone.

They're not going without taking us with them.

Their hatred of government, laws, restrictions, minorities, and women spurs them over the cliff like lemmings.

The jaws of the virus feed at the bucket of the prejudiced.

What makes America worse at handling this global crisis?

Racism.

Both ethnic and economic.

A time is rapidly approaching that has not been seen.

Unless and until there is an effective vaccine, the virus will mount bodies to the sky.

This country has not seen a million people perish in one crisis.

Other nations have.

Other nations came out on the other side.

Different.

Matured.

They came to understand the value of one human life.

We, as a nation, have not learned that lesson.

This nation is falling and does not recognize its descent.

Let us change the trajectory.

Let us challenge the fear.

Let us make this a time not seen.

A time where compassion is our guide.

A time when hope is the arm that comforts us.

A time when love asks each of us to do more each and every day.

Let us, please, see that too many have died.

Do something now.

Peace

Daniel J Frey aka Toby