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Friday, January 20, 2017

America's heart problem and my Momma's lullaby at the Women's March




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2. 5 million American children was homeless at some point in 2014. The problem is not getting better my friends. Readers, please take 6 minutes to watch the short documentary link above, about young mothers living at Siena House shelter in the Bronx who write lullabies to bond with their babies. The film is speaking to America 2017, the world's richest and most powerful nation.
Rev Dr. William Barber said "America has a heart problem". 
I see an America that has in my humble opinion, wage a war on our poor mothers and their families for decades.  An America that at the same time rewards the wealthy, the powerful and the connected every single day.
However, this video is less about America's heart problem, but about the beautiful hearts of homeless mothers, and the power of music to heal themselves and their babies.   

Bob Marley sings...
"But my 'and was made strong
By the 'and of the Almighty
We forward in this generation
Triumphantly

Won't you help to sing
These songs of freedom?
'Cause all I ever have
Redemption songs"

I remember being homeless, I remember my Mother and I holding all we owned in one suit case and two brown paper bags. I remember sleeping in the train station. I remember my mother saying you are going to live with your sister Jessica and her husband James for a while. I remember being afraid.

I remember her singing me to sleep on that wooden bench in the Erie-Lackawanna station in Hoboken New Jersey. 
I remember being welcomed, embraced and loved in my sister's house. I would live with my sister and my brother in law for many beautiful years. I was blessed at every turn. In their home, and at school by loving and caring teachers.
I remember moving back in with my Momma when I went to college.
I remember it all, and none of it crushed me.
While I may have had nothing at times.
I have always had a mother's lullaby where ever I roamed.


" It's Okay Mommy is here..
She's not going anywhere,

It's Okay Mommy is here,

She's not going anywhere...

Mommy is here"

I am marching with Save Our Schools tomorrow at the Women's March in DC.
I am marching with my wife and my fellow educators.
I shall march with my mother's lullaby every step of the way.
For as long as I can hear her voice in my heart,  I walk with love, dignity, and hope.
I know America's mothers are not the ones with a heart problem. Love to every mother in every place in the land.
Here's to those beautiful redemption lullabies that kept their babies warm through every cold night.

Still my Momma's boy,
Jesse Patrick Turner




If you like to listen to the tune this Walking Man listened to on my morning walk ...it's the Black Eyed Peas singing their remix of "Where is the love" 
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YsRMoWYGLNA



Thursday, January 19, 2017

Of course I'm marching on 1-21-17 at the Women's March with SOS


I am going to the Women's March on January 21, 2017, because I have always stood with others standing for justice and equity. I am happy to stand up for justice alone and with others. The size of the crowd is not important. What matters is will you stand up for justice. My life has been blessed by serving in the struggle to defend the vulnerable, the sick, the poor, and our children.
I have always struggled with American politics and voters who almost on cue vote against their own interests, and over look injustice at every turn.

A nation that consistently has been at war with it's poor and middle class since it's earliest days.
A nation that enslaved Africans, and called them 3/5's of a human being.
A nation where justice has always been elusive at best for our Black and Brown brothers and sisters.
A nation that kept the vote from it's own mothers and daughters for over a hundred years.
A nation that dismantled it's own industrial based, gave industries billion dollars in tax credits for doing it, and low cost loans to build new factories overseas.
A flawed and imperfect union, a people I love and would died for on any given day.

Our nation yawning for justice owns this heart. 

Like Walt Whitman and Langston Hughes, 'I too sing" America.
Like Langston Hughes, I cry out "Let America Be America".
Like Dr. Martin Luther King, I march for an American dream that never was,
But could be,
If only we all marched.

A nation's where tax rates for the wealthy fell from 90% in 1950 to 35% today. All things being relative perhaps there were no millionaires or billionaires in the 50(s), 60(s), 70(s), and 80(s)? Taxes did not stop the wealthy from being wealthy or living large. We are the nation that elected a billionaire who hasn't paid federal income taxes in over 20 years.
Ask yourselves have middle class tax rates dropped by nearly two thirds since 1950?
Do you know any middle class tax payers who have not paid taxes for 20 years, and are not facing prison sentences?
A nation that provides corporate welfare for their rich and powerful. A wealthy where some openly said we don't need it.
A nation that gives and gives to the wealthy, the powerful and the connected time and time again, and always with a smile.
Almost saying, we wish, we could do more to make you richer of course.
All the while our elderly, the sick, the poor, and our veterans are told they are problems, and given crumbs, sent away being told to consider themselves lucky.

Dr. King protested regardless of who controlled the White House. In 63 Dr. King quoted scripture saying “Until justice rolls down like water and righteousness like a mighty stream.” Like Martin I plan to fight for justice until it rolls down like water. I am marching on Saturday, because if Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. was here he would be marching with our women. I am marching, because at the age of eight years old I marched with my grandfather at the 1963 March on Washington with Martin.

The system, always been corrupt, but now it is blatantly corrupt.
I know my mission,
I know where I stand,
And for who I'll stand for.
The question is not about how corrupt the system is, but will you march against the corruption of justice in our nation?
I am honored and blessed to march for justice and equity.
Silence and apathy are not acceptable,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner

Please consider marching with Save Our School March on 1-21-17. We are meeting at 9:30 at the United States Department of Education in Washington DC. We will join the march at 10:AM
If you like to listen to the song that inspired my morning walk today it's .... Sweet Honey in the Rock 'Keep your eyes on the prize" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D_tcZAqQUAg








Tuesday, December 20, 2016

President Trump, just call me one of Frederick Douglas's Agitators




Frederick Douglas knew something about power. He fought power his entire life. He fled slavery, fought for justice after slavery, and he was no stranger to struggle. Frederick Douglas said: “If there is no struggle, there is no progress. Those who profess to favor freedom, and yet depreciate agitation, are men who want crops without plowing up the ground. They want rain without thunder and lightning. They want the ocean without the awful roar of its many waters. This struggle may be a moral one; or it may be a physical one; or it may be both moral and physical; but it must be a struggle. Power concedes nothing without a demand. It never did and it never will.”

I embrace Frederick Douglas's legacy of struggle against power,
I am ready to plow the fertile ground of justice and equity,


Ring every bell,
Shout from every street corner,
Whisper in dark places,
Open your windows, and shout

I Embrace my Moral Obligation for "JUST" agitation.


Respectfully,
Jesse The Walking Man Turner


Bob Dylan the 2016 Nobel Laureate for Literature journey began decades ago, and he lit a candle that started a fire that Frederick Douglas would love. Link for Peter, Paul and Mary singing it at the Lincoln Memorial in 63. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cuAl5cMTJ7A