Patriotism in the Land of the Lakota Sioux

Independence Day

July 4, 2020

Live from Lynn, it’s “Godspell”.

Hello, this is Fr Paul Bresnahan, priest of the Episcopal Church.

Welcome back to “Godspell”: a time to spell it out.

Who is God, and how is God involved in our lives?

“Godspell” is a nice old English word for the Gospel or, what I call, the language of God, the Good News of Jesus Christ.

Silence

Blessed be God; The Most Holy, Undivided and Everlasting Trinity. 

And blessed be God’s Kingdom for ever and ever. Amen

Collect for Independence Day; (slightly rephrased)

Lord God Almighty, in whose Name the founders of this country won the hope of liberty for all, and lit the torch of freedom for all: Grant that the people of this land may have grace to maintain liberty with justice and peace; through Jesus Christ our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.

The First Reading: Deuteronomy 10:17-21

For the Lord your God is God of gods and Lord of lords, the great God, mighty and awesome, who is not partial and takes no bribe, who executes justice for the orphan and the widow, and who loves the stranger, providing them with food and clothing. You shall also love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt. You shall fear the Lord your God; God alone you shall worship; to whom you shall hold fast, and by whose name you shall swear. God is your praise; The Holy One is your God, who has done for you these great and awesome things that your own eyes have seen.

The Gospel: Matthew 5:43-48

Jesus said; ’You have heard that it was said, “You shall love your neighbour and hate your enemy.” But I say to you, Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you, so that you may be children of your Father in heaven; for he makes his sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the righteous and on the unrighteous. For if you love those who love you, what reward do you have? Do not even the tax-collectors do the same? And if you greet only your brothers and sisters, what more are you doing than others? Do not even the Gentiles do the same? Be perfect, therefore, as your heavenly Father is perfect.

Patriotism in the Land of the Lakota Sioux

I went searching for Patriotism in the Land of the Lakota Sioux. What did I find? A campaign speech. 

Patriotism is love of country, pure and simple. And in today’s Gospel Jesus speaks of love and ups the ante; "Love your enemies and pray for those who persecute you”. 

Well, Jesus, I am not “feeling the love”. On a national holiday typically we draw closer together as one people with the music of America on the Boston Esplanade, fireworks displays at the Statue of Liberty in New York Harbor or at the Great Monuments in the Nation’s Capital and all across the nation. At least for one day the words emblazoned on the Great Seal of the United States become our Credo; “E Pluribus Unum”. “From the Many One”. 

But at Mount Rushmore Friday Night, the President wanted instead to make a campaign speech. He did not try to draw us together. Rather he played to his base and ridiculed the rest of us. His words were filled with invective and vitriol for those he called the “radical left”. No, I was not feeling the love. Throughout this Presidency, I have never felt it. Not once. In the Gospel for Independence Day, Jesus calls us to Love our enemies and pray for those who persecute us. 

But I’m not feeling the love; are you? For instance, history tells us that the land inclusive of Mount Rushmore, the Black Hills of South Dakota, portions of Wyoming, Nebraska and Montana were ceded to the Lakota Sioux by The Treaty of Fort Laramie in 1868. You know how well we keep our word. In 1980 the Supreme Court ruled in favor of the Lakota Sioux and said that “tribal lands covered under the treaty had been taken illegally by the US government, and the tribe was owed compensation plus interest. The Lakota Sioux…refused…payment, demanding instead the return of their land.” On Friday night Native Americans were shunted aside from their own land, vilified, pilloried, and arrested to make way for The Great White Father. No arrangements were made for Lakota Sioux to be part of our National Observance at the Trump Rally. Rather they were shamefully treated. I’m not feeling the love.  

Notice the pattern; in Tulsa on the anniversary of Juneteenth and the Tulsa Race Riots there was a campaign speech, and now on our National Holiday, another campaign speech on sacred lands of the Lakota Sioux. They were driven off their land. I’m not feeling the love.

George Floyd, Ahmaud Arbery, Breonna Taylor and the thousands more like them have been taken from us far too soon at the hands of systemic Police Brutality. We speak out and exercise our right to peaceably assemble. We seek redress for our grievances. History teaches us that Reconstruction and Jim Crow have been enshrined by monuments erected to celebrate the heroes of White Supremacy. The violence continues throughout; lynchings, church bombings, race riots and more recently mass incarceration are simply undeniable historic facts. This is Racism in America. 

But now something new is happening. All across America Black and White, young and old, rich and poor and add to that in this season of Pride, our LGBTQ bothers, sisters, and siblings all rise up seeking to be “One Nation, under God, Indivisible with Liberty and Justice for All”. Every schoolchild knows what our flag stands for. 

Compare that to the vilification and the vitriol we hear from the White House on this National Holiday as he wraps himself in the flag as if it were nothing more than a piece of cloth. I’m not feeling the love are you?

Most Patriotic Americans are bright enough to recognize that we are in the midst of a Pandemic whose outbreak is gaining ground on us. We are adding upwards of 50,000 cases a day. As of this Fourth of July there are 2.8 million cases and 130,000 American souls have been taken from us. Among the victims most cruelly hit; are the elderly, those in nursing homes and veterans facilities, the poor and people of color and Native Americans. 

If I claim to love my country, I would begin with making every effort to protect our citizens from this plague. Health care professionals encourage everyone to wear masks in public, practice social distancing, and good hand hygiene. Simple stuff like that.

Obviously we need to ramp up of testing, identify, track and isolate those who have the virus in order to stop its spread. Heeding the direction of epidemiologists and public health officials is the beginning of patriotism. Incredibly the President discourages testing for fear that we will count more cases. Following in his footsteps Governors in West Virginia, Florida and Texas have dismissed health care professionals who dare to count cases! Now look at the fix we’re in. Hospitals in Houston, Miami and St. Petersburg are chock a block full. 

I am not feeling the love from the President of the United States of America who for months denied and minimized the outbreak and has now politicized basic health policy. To this day, he has yet to mandate wearing masks and practice social distancing. To him the economy, the Almighty Dollar and campaign speeches are more important than human life.

Mr President, before you question my Patriotism, consider your own. Your treatment of Native Americans, People of Color and the LGBTQ community; your refusal to protect Senior Citizens and Veterans in Nursing Homes and Assisted Living Facilities, and all those vulnerable to COVID-19 underscores questions we may have of your own Patriotism.

Do you expect me to believe you did not read the memo about Vladimir Putin’s attempt to put a bounty on our soldiers’ heads in Afghanistan? Patriotism is not about you, Mr President, it is about us all of us. And speaking of memos you also missed the one from the Bible passage for Independence Day “God…executes justice for the orphan and the widow, and…loves the stranger…You shall also love the stranger, for you were strangers in the land of Egypt.” ~Deuteronomy 10.

I’m not feeling the love. This is not the way it should be in this country. There should be no enemies among us. To be sure we will disagree about public policy and we will do so vigorously. This is why Free Speech is enshrined in the First Amendment of the Bill of Right.

To be a Patriot requires that I love you Mr. President. I’d appreciate it if you would return the favor and not just to those who agree with you but to all your citizens. This is what it means to be a President and a Patriot. I love my country and everyone in it. Do you?

In the Name of God the Most Holy, Undivided, and Everlasting Trinity. Amen.

Prayers for the Church and the World

John, hospice

Mary from St Mark’s Church in Saint Albans, West Virginia. 

Lord’s Prayer

A Blessing

See that ye be at peace among yourselves, 

and love one another.

Follow the example of the wise and good

and God will comfort you and help you,

both in this world

and in the world which is to come.

May the peace of the Lord Christ go with you,

wherever He may send you.

May He guide you through the wilderness,

protect you through the storm.

May He bring you home rejoicing

at the wonders He has shown you.

May He bring you home rejoicing

once again into our doors.

And may the Blessing of God the Most holy undivided and everlasting Trinity be upon you this day and always. Amen.

God  Bless us everyone!

Fr Paul

Racism, White Privilege and Black Lives Matter

“As I see it”

Racism, White Privilege and Black Lives Matter

Live from Lynn, it’s “Godspell”.

Hello, this is Fr Paul Bresnahan, priest of the Episcopal Church.

It has been a few weeks since we last visited. I took a break for Father’s Day and some  family time.

Welcome back to “Godspell”: a time to spell it out.

Who is God, and how is God involved in our lives?

“Godspell” is a nice old English word for the Gospel or, what I call, the language of God, the Good News of Jesus Christ.

Silence

Blessed be God; The Most Holy, Undivided and Everlasting Trinity. 

And blessed be God’s Kingdom for ever and ever. Amen

Collect at a time of Conflict: 

O God, you have bound us together in a common life. Help us,

in the midst of our struggles for justice and truth, to confront

one another without hatred or bitterness, and to work

together with mutual forbearance and respect; through Jesus

Christ our Lord. Amen.

Gospel: Matthew 10:40-42

Jesus said; ’Whoever welcomes you welcomes me, and whoever welcomes me welcomes the one who sent me. 41Whoever welcomes a prophet in the name of a prophet will receive a prophet’s reward; and whoever welcomes a righteous person in the name of a righteous person will receive the reward of the righteous; 42and whoever gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones in the name of a disciple—truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.’

In the Name of God; The Most Holy, Undivided, and Everlasting Trinity. Amen

Friends I begin a new segment today; “As I see it”; Racism, White Privilege and Black Lives Matter

While I was the rector of the Church of the Epiphany in Euclid, Ohio in 1983-1990, the question of Integration came up in the city schools. The Clergy Association wanted to avoid the subject. So the Black Baptist Minister, The Rabbi and and I went to work on a collaborative effort. Yes I know; “the minister the rabbi and the priest” sounds like the beginning of a bad joke. Well we did have fun together. We took on the school committee, the city government and yes, in the end we integrated the public schools peacefully. Each of us, by the way had children in the system, so we put ourselves and our families on the line.

There is always an undercurrent of Racism going on in every corner of life and at all levels of society. Once Sunday just before the Eucharist, a parishioner approached me seething with contempt; “You G. D. Irish, you’re just an N-word turned inside out.” I was somewhat taken aback, but thankfully I did have the presence of mind to thank him for the compliment. 

Racism friends. We were brought up with it and live in it as a reality. My grandmother played the N-word pool. Nowadays that is called the State Lottery. The N-word and other epithets were used frequently. After my mother re-married and we became solidly middle class; my step-father who was an executive in a major corporation used to say “Why don’t those lazy epithet deleted go to work?” and then almost in the same breath he’d say “I would’t hire one of those lazy epithet deleted to work for me!” I did have the presence of mind to challenge him saying “How then can a black man get a job in your world?” 

Racism is alive and well in our whole white world.

Therefore, especially in the context of this moment in history I would like to begin by speaking with you my white friends about White Privilege. You may or may not realize it but we are all children of extraordinary entitlement.

In my case alone let me describe where I began my journey as a child of White Privilege. To be sure, it was a modest beginning in a Blue Collar family on a single parent’s income.

My mom did have a full time job with full benefits including health care, sick leave and paid vacation. She worked payroll in a bank and was paid a different pay scale than men doing the same work. She was told the men had families to support. My mother asked: “What do you think I have; sliced liverwurst?” This often repeated story led me to become a feminist of sorts if you want to call me that.

We had three squares and a roof over our heads. There were two grocery stores within walking distance of our home. My mom eked out enough to buy a modest house in a working class neighborhood in West Somerville which is close to Boston where she worked. 

We had outstanding health care. We had a family doctor and when there were health issues we all went to Massachusetts General Hospital. That’s la crème de la crème of health care in the United States.

Our schools required the best of us. There were good teachers, new text books and clean buildings. We were instilled with confidence in our future and we were disciplined firmly but fairly. 

On the matter of public safety, the police were there to serve and protect us. Jimmy the cop knew us by name and if there were scrapes with the law, he’d take us by the ear to the house where we received yet more discipline. He was one of us. All of our police were one of us in those days. Irish ones of us. On the way home from school Jimmy often gave us a few M&M’s and stopped the traffic to make it safe for us to cross busy Somerville Avenue. We all loved Jimmy because he loved us. Perhaps you are beginning to see where I am coming from and where I am headed with this notion of White Privilege. 

The bus to Lechmere station was a block away. We had access to the entire subway system that could take us to the Beach, all the Boston Museums or to downtown shopping. All within a short walk away. We were welcome everywhere. It was all ours. 

We were free go to the public parks and play in safety. While we had to be street smart, we never had to fear anything like drug dealers or serious crime of any sort. That kind of thing was unheard of then. 

We all paid our taxes. During the Eisenhower years the Rich paid a whole chunk of taxation, far more than they pay now.

All this was a given. Good Jobs. Good Food. Excellent Health Care. Good Public Education. Cops who cared. Good public transportation. Free Access to Parks and Recreation, Beaches and cultural enrichment. And the Rich paid their taxes and paid the bulk of the bill.

Listen up my fellow white folks. All of this is denied. Let me repeat; All of this is systemically denied to Black folks, people of color and other minority people. As to Native folks, they didn’t even get that far but were herded off to reservations to fend for themselves. To be sure there has been some progress. But to be very sure the vast majority our our sisters and brothers of color have been been given the very short end of the stick.

We’ve been down this road before. Race riots are nothing new in America. The Tulsa event is just one of many. After the Chicago Race Riots of 1919, a panel of 6 blacks and 6 whites met to make sure this would never happen again. In that case, a black teenager went swimming and strayed into the white section of a beach in Lake Michigan. He was stoned and drowned. The police refused to arrest anybody. Riots ensued. Pent up rage burst forth. The final report of 1921 urged us to be fair to black folks and make sure they had jobs, health care, decent housing and good public education. You guessed it. Nothing happened. Chicago and other American cities continue on their merry de facto segregated way denying the basics of what White Privilege gives to us as a matter of course.

For Black Lives to Matter we white folks need to step up to the plate and make sure Black Lives Matter. I know All Lives Matter. But when you say that to me, you’re letting yourselves off the hook. We cannot say All Lives Matter until we put some heft into the words Black Lives Matter. We cannot erase 400 years of slavery, Jim Crow, and systemic racism without making things right.

If you want Peace here’s what’s going to happen. You must step up to the plate and provide Justice first. Here is a partial prescription.

One. You must provide good paying jobs to everyone in this country who wants to work. The rate of pay must be at least twice the poverty rate. After all the years of slavery, this is the least you can do. Make sure everybody has a good job. This means all poor folks in Appalachia too who have been sold a bill of goods by that New York snake oil salesman. The rate of unemployment in the Coal Fields of West Virginia still remains near 70%. 

Two. Make sure there are Black owned, Black managed and Black staffed grocery stores in every inner city neighborhood. Same thing in Appalachia and all of rural America…local ownership, management and staff.

Three. Provide good housing throughout America. Locally owned, built by local tradesmen and women. 

Four. Make sure everyone has first rate health care. Period.

Five. Provide first rate public schools. Led by and taught by people from the neighborhoods. 

Six. Rethink Public Safety. As a priest of 48 years, I’ve had to do”pa-lenty” of soul searching every step of the way. At the very least the police should be from and live in the neighborhoods they serve and protect. 

Seven. Provide good public transportation to make sure everyone can get to work, shop, cultural attractions, parks and recreation and churches, synagogues, and mosques. 

Eight. Provide nice Parks and Beaches and Cultural enrichment for all.

Nine. You may ask; how are we going to pay for all this? That really is quite easy. You pay for it. In your taxes. There was a time when rich folks paid their fair share and it wasn’t all that long ago. In the fifties during the Eisenhower Administration, you rich folks ponied up big time and there was a redistribution of wealth from the rich to the rest of us. 

It is time again for you to pony up. After 400 years of slavery and oppression all we are asking for is a fair shake. Did you notice? Jesus said so in today’s Gospel; “whoever gives even a cup of cold water to one of these little ones—truly I tell you, none of these will lose their reward.”

When I was growing up, one income provided for all the necessities of life; housing, food, education, health care, vacations and so on. I could work summers and pay for my tuition and housing. No more. The Reagan “trickle down” sleight of hand has hood winked us all into quiescence. Now we’re working two and three jobs just to tread water. The harder we work the further behind we get.

This is the essence of the Green New Deal but I hasten to add we cannot merely ask for it politely. We will have to “take it”. One thing I do know about White Power is that mere moral suasion is not sufficient to effect change. We have known the difference between right and wrong for a very long time. And still we traded in human lives as if they were property. If anyone knows about “taking” what’s theirs it would be the Irish. We simply took over the government and it was ours!

No. It is time for us to vote. Black and white, rich and poor, male female and every orientation in the rainbow, young and old alike. Honorable and decent people everywhere must be done with this national nightmare that has so clouded the good name of America to make us the Pariah among Nations. 

So listen up all you who have taken to the streets. Keep it up. Don’t let up for a minute. March, organize and vote and then as the Good Book says; “let justice roll down like waters, and righteousness like an ever-flowing stream.” ~Amos 5:24

In the Name of God; the Most Holy, Undivided and Everlasting Trinity.

Amen.

Prayers for the Church and the World.

I ask you prayers for Jackie Smith Miller form First Parish Church in Duxbury. She had a massive stroke last night and is not expected to live beyond today. Peace be upon her and may light Perpetual shine upon her. 

And for Nicolina recovering from surgery in North Caroline. Please say a word for her too.

Lord’s Prayer

A Blessing

See that ye be at peace among yourselves, 

and love one another.

Follow the example of the wise and good

and God will comfort you and help you,

both in this world

and in the world which is to come.

May the peace of the Lord Christ go with you,

wherever He may send you.

May He guide you through the wilderness,

protect you through the storm.

May He bring you home rejoicing

at the wonders He has shown you.

May He bring you home rejoicing

once again into our doors.

And may the Blessing of God the Most holy undivided and everlasting Trinity be upon you this day and always. Amen.

God  Bless us everyone!

Fr Paul