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In 1967, fresh out of high school at seventeen, I boarded a northbound bus to the metropolis of the mid-west. After arriving in Chicago, while waiting to be picked up by a family member, I met my first con-artist who ripped me off for ten dollars. That's the way I was welcomed to Chicago. Chicago provided my first full-time job with a metal plating company. In 1969 I experienced my first airplane flight from Chicago to Memphis, Tn., and in the Spring of 1968, I witnessed a riot in Chicago. It was the most confusing, the darkest, and the longest night of my life. After turning twenty-one, I cast my first ballot in Chicago. Attended a Chicago City-College a year before enrolling in a four-year college from which I graduated in 1972. Fresh out of college at twenty-two, got married in Evanston, a Chicago suburb. In 1973, fourteen months after getting married, just shy of my twenty-fourth birthday, had my first child in southern Wisconsin, 100 miles north of Chicago. In 1974 at the age of twenty-four, I bought my first car in Zion, a Chicago suburb. Chicago was where I rented my first apartment and shortly thereafter, I experienced my first burglary at this apartment. Sometime later, while all alone on a dark city street, I was strong-armed robbed for the first and only time in Chicago. Where I grew up there were lots of alcoholics, but I met my first heroin addict in Chicago. I attended my first Major League Baseball game at Wrigley Field in Chicago. I did not realize until this week that there were so many firsts in Chicago, and I suspect if I kept at this there would be a lot more. May it suffice to end this journey with three more firsts in Chicago: First bike, first kiss, first accident(my fault)........
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A Friday,
a plane crash,
a phone call,
all it took
for your whole world to shatter.
You never got to tell them
how you’d follow in his footsteps
in his wing span
You never got to tell him
that you only wished to follow
in that Cessna Skylane
one three-pronged tragedy
became the axis
around which the rest of your stories
would turn
one sorrowful night
changed who you were
forever
and by the time I came along
all your fire
ferocity,
passion
had crashed into electric wire
erupted into flames
had been decapitated
and so it is left to me
to honor your mother,
and your brother
in ways you never taught me
but I learned anyway.
And I will ignore
the memory of Grandpa George,
because he crashed that damn plane
on purpose…
or did he?
Attending an ‘SDS’ meeting
Watched ‘Democracy’ take a beating
Listened to strident, long-haired voices denounce the USA
shilling for Marx, Hegel, and Lenin all the way
As for ‘law and order,’ it was ‘Kill the Fuzz.’ ‘Off the pigs’
SDS ‘big bad wolves’ sure got in their digs
"Boycott Israel, the apartheid state"
Accusations against South Africa could wait...
‘Systemic racism, colonial imperialism, a fascist President’
The SDS in 1969 ~ blazing trails for today’s arguments…
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"SDS," Students for a Democratic Society, was the 1960's
forerunner of the 'cultural Marxism' infecting universities and
even some corporate boardrooms today.
Mein kampf synonymous as a blooper
Writer of these words,
a former Lower Providence inhabitant,
who dwelled within darkest depths
of Dante Alighieri's inferno
for most of his outlandish, impish,
and devilish growing up years
witnessed microscopic scrimmage,
where spermatozoan with most forcefulness
muscled itself handedly,
magnificently, and splendidly
envision unicellular olympic competition,
yours truly swimmingly
begot during the heat
of parents being passionately fruitful
courtesy diploid erogenous frisson
between my then searingly
robust virile father and fecund mother
~ late March/early April 1958
ushered seminal moment
post ova fertilization realization
courtesy male gamete
penetrating zona pellucida
a glycoprotein layer surrounding the oocyte
triggering cell bait multiplication
subsequently yielding male
gendered offspring and sole son
hashtagged as uber twittering, snapchatting,
shutterflying super duper
cute little boy with short strawberry blond hair,
whose solitudinarian nature
became quite evident when he displayed
acute social withdrawal
upon off fish shill commencement
getting schooled as a grouper
by mister Hooper,
who made his debut
appearance on Sesame Street
November 10, 1969
as storied and staple long time resident
on above named television show
until March 18, 1983,
beloved by adults and children alike
within make believe community
(a conglomerate of real and imaginary locales)
peopled with proprietary named characters
for any of a number of humorously grotesque
glove or rod puppets and marionettes,
chiefly representing animals,
first popularized, idolized,
dramatized, capitalized, and actualized
by the children's television programme
Sesame Street (1969-) and more recently
in The Muppet Show (1976-80).
Also: a toy made to resemble one of these
ingenious brainchild of Jim Maury Henson
an American puppeteer, animator, actor,
and filmmaker who achieved worldwide
notability as the creator of the Muppets
which series originated as two pilot episodes
produced by Henson for ABC in 1974 and 1975.
Henson's shocking, sudden death occurred on May 16, 1990 of organ failure resulting from streptococcal toxic shock syndrome. An emotional memorial service was held five days later at the Cathedral of St. John the Divine in New York City.
Get me inside quickly and as fast as you can,
please turn the time travel dial to September 1963
Get me to a post office in Washington, D.C.,
so I can send an important letter to Jacque Kennedy.
The letter will tell her about her premature son, Patrick,
I will give her his four pound birth weight.
To prove I know what I am talking about,
I will tell her about my time travel, and warn her of the fate
And that her husband, President John F. Kennedy
is in grave danger, and that on November 23rd, 1963,
If she lets him go to Dallas and ride in an open limousine,
he will be assassinated at her knee.
Trip number two, will bring me to February 1968,
but I will stay in the same post office. Here is the thing.
I will write a detailed letter to Coretta Scott King,
warning her about the assassination of Dr. Martin Luther King.
To prove that I am reliable I will tell her that January 30th,
1956 is the day that a bomb
will go off on her porch, but it will not hurt anyone.
After a little sandwich, and a drink in a cold fountain,
I will now dial up August 14th, 1969, and head to Catskill Mountain,
It will be splendid to be the first to arrive,
At Woodstock, a day ahead of the crowd
of 400,000, now I am feeling truly alive.
I will be civil, not puffed up or proud.
I will spend three glorious days enjoying the music here,
marvel at the hip-hugger bell-bottoms, and dear
black and white dairy cows, staying clear
of the braless women and the minds that are a bit unclear.
My last trip is easy. I will return to two days ago,
and from breakfast re-do that entire day.
I was pretty mean to my husband,
and I would like to stop myself from acting that way.
Definitely the place to devour corruption corrupt city officials so valid and vile orchestrated by a fatal attraction who slept with my spouse wearing a rubber badge from a strip club in Tampa bay shooting into my home to attack my livelihood to extort my American poetry my blessings are I arrived in spring field Illinois 1969 from Joseph medill elementary school of journalism Chicago Illinois where I sat singing civil rights hymns at Abraham Lincoln home sadly my stalker from Tampa decided to end my life over my identity obsessed with my growing up in Chicago meeting cicely Tyson this imposter tried to murder me she actually stooped to an all time low to take down corrupt city officials with her I feel sad this person that obsessed with my American poetry I’m not a scholar I’m just a write a quote from Gwendolyn Brooks I think it is sad to have stalkers obsessed with your life enough attempt to murder you god bless America god bless American writers and poets stalkers are out there preying on your work I pray I could be a living example of this horrid extortion if not living in death I pray I die for this sheer terror on American soil Ciro Gargano was obsessed with me he hired jay Townsend Johnson Henry to become me after death and cover several arson murders the reason the FBI warned me telling me my life was in danger this resulted in my wearing wires pregnant buying weapons and drugs from Ciro garganos corrupt dealers my life was threatened and this stalker plotted my death I reached out to the federal bureau of investigation Chicago but I believe my being emotionally traumatized left me alone I pray the Supreme Court justice get to the bottom of government scum hiding behind Jamaican isis drug dealers in Tampa bay you’re going to have to kill me dear I am Chicago I am America I'm unafraid of stalkers domestic terrorists comprised dat abuse of power intimidation bullying identity fraud in America God bless America
This is a story of a man I didn't know;
I just bore his last name so;
He was my fathers' father and he looked of African;
When I first saw my paternal grand father;
was the summer of 1969 ( I believe I was around 14 years old)
Never saw him until then;
His statue was of at lease 6 foot 7 seven inches
An old sticky-man
He was a grave digger (No for real)
In a town called Mounds Illinois
First time that I'd be there before
Told many of the towns people " I'm gonna bury ya all some day"
Had a shovel in his hands the first time I met him
(Yes! we were at a cemetery, that's another story to tell ya)
I was a teen then upon first meting him
My second cousin laughed and said give the boy some money
So he reached in his pocket and gave me a {quarter}
everyone laughed out loud, really?
I guess I should have kept it
that was 50 years ago in June
Never, ever saw him a second time nor ever again;
They said he lived on nothing..Had money in his mattress
Family members stress this
He was so old he was here before my second cousin was (both born of Mid-Wife's
My second cousin was maybe 98 to a 100 then
Neither one had birth-certificates?
So Grand Pa Lee had many marriages, you see
but guess what he was never married really
Those younger women and family members rumored said to have robbed him blind
Guess that's sorta
Perceived as out of order
To this day we yet laugh out loud grand was an original hoarder
Guess I should have kept that quarter
True story of a very old, very tall man.......you see
His name my paternal Grand Pa
Grand Pa
Ernest Lee
9/16/19
written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2019©
"That's one small step for a man, one giant leap for mankind."
Neil Armstrong.
None dare doubt the human spirit nor conceive of thoughts that
minimizes its potential and power. Although the human spirit
is by no means God nor even a little god, it is made in God's
image. The expression, human spirit, has always connotated
to me the ability of mankind to rise above and beyond; to reach
the afore-thought-of as unreachable; and being willing to pay the
ultimate price or sacrifice to achieve its goal.
The human spirit relative to its exercise, although resident
in all humans, does not always express itself equally in every
human being. Hitler had a human spirit as did Mother Teresa.
It was a human spirit driven by hate. The human spirit inside
of Mother Teresa was one driven by love.
Indeed, all men and women are made in God's image and likeness.
However, we are equally marred by sin, having taken on the sin
nature through Adam and Eve. Moreover, the human spirit that can
fall to the greatest depths of sin and willful disobedience; that
can become dead weight for all intents and purposes, can also rise to
the heights of Godliness by way of our 'new nature in Christ'. Adam
did not earn the image of God. It was a gift. Nor do we earn our
new nature of righteous. It too is a gift from God.
NASA's mission of landing on the moon on July 20, 1969
was one of the greatest portraits of the human spirit.
091222PSCtest, The Human Spirit, Mystic Rose Rose
I ADORED THIS INAUGURATION OBAMA AND MICHELLE THAT DANCE YES WE HAD JOHN MC CAIN HILLARY CLINTON AND BARACK I WAS TORN BY THE GAZA STRIP GEORGIAN THE SHEER HORRID TIMES AS I GAVE MY VITE PROUDLY AWAY FROM MY ABUSIVE EX HUSBAND I ALLOWED HIS MISTRESS JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY TO CONTINUE PERPUTRATING FRAUD AGAINST IMPERSONATING ME AS HIS WIFE THIS RESULTED IN MY HAVING NO OTHER OPTION EXCEPT USING MY MAIDEN NAME ALONG WITH MY MARRIED NAME THIS STOP MY IMPOSTER FROM COMMITTING VOTERS FRAUD WHEN I GAVE MY AMERICAN VOTE FREE FROM THE VITERS FRAUD IF A JAMAICAN DEALERS COMMITTING IDENTITY FRAUD AGAINST ME THERE I WAS PLACING MY VOTE FINALLY RELIEF STIMULUS PACKAGE FROM GEORGE BUSH LEAVING ON AIR FORCE ONE AND THAT DANCE LET'S STAY TOGETHER I VOTED HAPPY TIMES WHEN MY IDENTITY WAS ALL MINE NOT THE IMPOSTER SLEEPING WITH MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND BULLYING IMPERSONATING ME GID ONKY KNOWS WHAT SHE REALLY WAS CAPABLE OF BY GODS GRACE I VOTED THAT YEAR GOD BLESS AMERICA STOP IMMIGRANT JAMAICAN DEALERS FROM IMPERSONATING AMERICANS 1969 CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP SINGING CIVIL RIGHTS HYMNS ABRAHAM LINCOLNS HOMES I WAS IN FIRST GRADE JAY TOWNSEND JOHNSON HENRY JAMAICAN DEALERS WASN'T EVEN BORN BUT SHE ACTUALLY TRIED TO IMPERSONATE ME IN 1969 SHE READ PIECES OF MY AUTOBIOGRAPHY AS I WROTE ABOUT MY FIRST GRADE CIVIL RIGHTS FIELD TRIP TO SPRINGFIELD ILLINOIS ABRAHAM LINCOLN HOME SHE BECAME MY ABUSIVE HUSBAND SPOUSE IMPERSONATING ME AS I WENT BACK TO MY MAIDEN NAME GOD BLESS AMERICA LET'S STAY TOGETHER LOVING YOU RATHER TIMES ARE GOOD OR BAD HAPPY OR SAD POLITICAL LEADERS DANCE WHAT A BLESSING ANTHONY AND YOLANDA CATHOLIC WAR VETERANS GOD BLESS AMERICA
A musical throng of 400,000 strong invaded a dairy farm in New York in 1969,
which set fire to the 70’s; but there was no chance of me being there;
I was a good girl, 17 years young; sheltered, not knowing about the real world.
Working in a grocery store 28 hours a week, while
attending my senior year of high school, in my home town of Chariton, Iowa.
There were gang-inspired movies of sheer horror and terror out about this time.
I did not see any except Billy Jack, and the Glory Stompers.
Both traumatized me so hard, I am still terrified of them.
I was making macramé planters, Modge Podge boxes, and latch hook rugs if I could
Get the money; the boxes were expensive.
Some people were pretend hippies, wearing long hair. I grew my hair long
For my yearbook photo, but then was sad because it had looked lots better short.
By 1971, I was married, after being forced to view myself as an old maid
By my peers who had all wed a month out of high school.
I was wearing a large, black, bushy afro, and thought of myself as liberated.
Not even close, honey, the Equal Rights Amendment did not even pass.
By ’74 I had two babies; I remember getting a flat tummy after
childbirth and being insanely unhappy that the new style was maternity-looking tops.
Who made THAT decision?
I was still wearing the hip-hugging bell bottom pants now, but without the wide belt.
Mary Tyler Moore was on TV, shocking everyone with disbelief that a single woman could
Make it on her own, without man, or marriage.
“My Three Sons” and “The Brady Bunch” had been startling pushed out of the way by “All in the Family.”
I had never known the word ‘bigot before’, I’m not sure I ever wanted to.
By ’79 I had my third baby, was living in a large house in Des Moines, Iowa, and was a Girl Scout Troop Leader.