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With the Woodward tapes, bypassing Woodward’s ethics in withholding such incriminating information, I am going crazy. How can this be happening to us? Right before our eyes, a depraved person is our President. Could history look back and see this not as our catastrophe but as what actually saved humanity? Unless he kills us all, we could end up thanking him for getting us to deal with how fundamentally things need to change.

Can we start there? Thank you, Trump, for driving us to such despair that we actually grapple with righting the world. Our greatest economy ever, before COVID, was challenging for most people. It’s not just economic bottom lines for our country that are in play, but it’s also how it is for people, and that was terrible for masses of them before COVID. Now, if we had our wits about us, Republican legislators would join with Democrats to immediately remove a mentally disturbed person from the Presidency.

OK, now we would be in the real world. No matter who the emergency President would be, we would need to look for what would turn the world into a cooperative place. What would we need to do to make the well-being of the world as important to people as their own well-being? What would make the most radical change? Could it be a version of Universal Basic Income, that would provide food, shelter, health care and education for every human being on earth? Then, we wouldn’t need wars. Use the military budgets to support everyone. We have enough. What else to do? How about everyone praying? No fooling. Get everyone focused on making this a kinder world. Take one minute a day at the same time in every time zone, so the world is vibing with people being nice to one another. Almost 100 medical schools are teaching that focused intention can have effects in the material world, based on scientific studies which prove it. (Here’s my podcast with Larry Dossey, who got that material into the medical schools.) Get the world to be kinder that way and we’ll have a tool to achieve other ends!

We’ve got to stop pussyfooting. Our pandemic is unthinkably bad, but it could be child’s play compared to what climate change could do to us. For at least a chance to stop those ravages, we have to put up a good fight. This is the survival of humanity we are talking about. It hasn’t happened before. There are no precedents. We can’t keep going with any version of business as usual. We need to break free of all old thinking and everyone who is beyond their own struggle for survival has to show up to help. This is not political. This is LIFE OR DEATH.

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David Lorimer is a powerhouse who’s in a pivotal position for making contributions that would change the world. Not only is he instrumental in delivering conference events that stretch reality beyond its conventional reaches, but for about 30 years he has been delivering thoughtful reviews of some 200 non-fiction books, in the realm of consciousness and right-action, a year. It is staggering to contemplate. The Scientific and Medical Network (SMN), the organization of changemakers out of England that he operates from, gives him a power beyond himself to do the good he is intent on delivering. I’ve known David for many years, and in the podcast we talk about linking up to do a project from an idea we had independent of each other that could go a ways to changing everything.

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I consider the two pieces in this blogpost to be among the most important things I ever have shared. I’m putting them together here because they both take us deep into the heart of the heightened reality we are in.  What I understood before I read them, about the challenges of being black and about what’s wrong with the police, skimmed the surface with general ideas. These let me understand viscerally what generated them, taking me from my head to my heart and hopefully making me a more powerful advocate for a better way.

They are written so well by non-writers that it makes me wonder if there’s some trickery, where either or both of these don’t come from the people they purport to be from. But, whoever wrote them, they have me convinced of the truth of their stories, and I am hopeful that these authors are as illuminating to you as they have been to me.

 Caroline Crockett Brock
May 30, 2020

I am a 45 year old white woman living in the south, and today was the first time I spoke frankly about racism with a black man. When Ernest Skelton, my appliance repairman, came to the front door, I welcomed him in. As this was his second visit and we’d established a friendly rapport, I asked him how he was feeling in the current national climate. Naturally, he assumed I was talking about the coronavirus, because what white person actually addresses racism head on, in person, in their own home? When Ernest realized I wanted to know about his experience with racism, he began answering my questions. What’s it like for you on a day-to-day basis as a black man? Do cops ever give you any trouble? The answers were illuminating.

Ernest, a middle-aged, friendly, successful business owner, gets pulled over in Myrtle Beach at least 6 times a year. He doesn’t get pulled over for traffic violations, but on the suspicion of him being a suspect in one crime or another. Mind you, he is in uniform, driving in a work van clearly marked with his business on the side. They ask him about the boxes in his car–parts and pieces of appliances. They ask to see his invoices and ask him why there is money and checks in his invoice clipboard. They ask if he’s selling drugs. These cops get angry if he asks for a badge number or pushes back in any way. Every time, he is the one who has to explain himself, although they have no real cause to question him.

Ernest used to help folks out after dark with emergencies. Not anymore. He does not work past dinnertime, not because he doesn’t need the business, but because it isn’t safe for him to be out after dark. He says, “There’s nothing out there in the world for me past dark.” Let me say that again. Ernest, a middle aged black man in uniform cannot work past dark in Myrtle Beach in 2020 because it’s not safe for him. He did not say this with any kind of agenda. It was a quiet, matter of fact truth. A truth that needs to be heard.

When I asked Ernest what ethnic terms he gets offended at, he said that the most offensive term people use is ‘boy.’ Ernest has a Bachelors in electronics and an Associates in HVAC. He is not a ‘boy,’ and the term ‘boy’ in the south implies inferiority in station and status. He came to Myrtle Beach and got a job at Hobart. The supervisor repeatedly used the term ‘boy.’ Ernest complained. After several complaints Ernest was fired.

Ernest says most white people are a little scared of him, and he’s often put in a position where he has to prove himself, as though he’s not qualified to repair appliances.

After a job for 2 years at Sears Appliance, Ernest started his own company, one he’s been running for several years. He is the best repairman we’ve had, and has taught me about washer/dryers and how to maintain them myself, even helping me with another washer/dryer set and a dishwasher without charging me. I highly recommend his company, Grand Strand Appliance.

I asked Ernest what he thought of “black bike week” in Myrtle Beach, where thousands of black people come with bullet bikes and trash our town. He says it hurts black people in our city, and he disagrees with the NAACP coming in to sue businesses that close on black bike week. He hates working that week. Ernest doesn’t have hope that racism will change, no matter who the President is. His dad taught him, “It’s a white man’s world,” and he’s done his best to live within it. When I asked him what I could do, he said, “Everyone needs to pray and realize we’re all just one country and one people.” I can begin healing our country by talking frankly with African Americans in my world—by LISTENING to their lived experience and speaking up. I can help by actively promoting black owned businesses. That’s what I can do today. Let’s start by listening and lifting up. It’s that simple. #listenandlift

Edit: I asked Ernest if I could take his picture and post our conversation on facebook. He thought it was a great idea. As he left my house an hour later, he looked me in the eye and said, “If you ever march, or have a meeting on this topic, or want to change things in Myrtle Beach, I’ll stand with you.” What a great idea. Let’s begin standing together. (Ernest’s Facebook page)

Edit: 1pm EST on 6/1. Ernest just called me and we had one of the sweetest moments, both laughing and crying about the response to this post. He started the conversation by saying, “Caroline, I don’t know if I should kill you or kiss you–my phone is ringing off the hook!” He doesn’t have a FB profile, so he’s coming over later so I can help him set one up. He’s been absolutely overwhelmed, as have I, with the response. We’re going to be sitting down together to read your comments. They mean so much. In addition, the Myrtle Beach city manager has contacted me and I’m getting all of us together to be sure this doesn’t happen in our city any longer. THANK YOU WORLD.

Edit: 6/2, 9 am. Just got off the phone with Ernest and the local news. They will be interviewing us today, and it will be on the local news in Myrtle beach tonight. I’ll post it on my page later.

Edit: 6/7.Ernest and I ended up marching together at a peaceful protest in Myrtle Beach! It was a lovely day and we went out to lunch with our spouses afterwards. What a whirlwind of events! Check out my FB live of the protest!

Edit: 6/8: Ernest and I met today with a web designer to make sure his Facebook and business pages are linked, so he’s good to go there! I spoke with an investigator at the MB police department who was top notch. More to follow.

This is how we change our country. Normal folks. One town at a time.

I was a police officer for nearly ten years and I was a bastard. We all were.

This essay has been kicking around in my head for years now and I’ve never felt confident enough to write it. It’s a time in my life I’m ashamed of. It’s a time that I hurt people and, through inaction, allowed others to be hurt. It’s a time that I acted as a violent agent of capitalism and white supremacy. Under the guise of public safety, I personally ruined people’s lives but in so doing, made the public no safer… so did the family members and close friends of mine who also bore the badge alongside me. READ MORE

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