SOL17 DoodleaDay 2

I have, I now understand, taken for granted the idea of freedom and the idea that my country was the greatest on earth, to which people around the world dreamed of becoming a part of one day. And many came to save their families from their worlds, and now we, whose Stature of Liberty welcomes them, we, whose descendants were immigrants or refugees, we treat them as enemies. That’s what it appears we are doing.

Read the data about immigrants by Media Matters: they are less likely to commit crimes. There is certainly no valid reason for creating a list of immigrant crimes: Media Matters. A Canadian friend shared this article in the Toronto Star in which the first paragraph explains how these disparaging lies and this list are just like Hitler in Nazi Germany.

And it’s not just immigrant and refugees: it’s health care, voting rights, environmental protections, and civil rights that seem to be disappearing slowly, but surely.

So for doodling today, I chose “Chimes of Freedom” by Bob Dylan in Another Side of Bob Dylan to listen to while I doodle. The song shares images of the downtrodden underdogs as a the narrator ducks into a doorway in a thunderstorm which eventually subsides, the thunderous chimes give way to hope as chimes of freedom.

As I was listening, an article from Huffington Post appeared in my notifications that a 22-year-old woman, who arrived here with her mother at age seven and who spoke to the media about her hopes for herself and others, was arrested and will be deported. I found this a shameful action on our part. For all her years since she was seven, she’s been an American.

So, I am wrong about my country. Someone has changed it. And my heart breaks for the “tongues with no place to bring their thoughts” because we arrest them for speaking up about their dreams as a free person in the United States, which they thought was the greatest country on earth. We were once the role model for human rights; that is no longer true, as this incident denied her rights as a human being. Are we not all enraged and sad?

For resources on immigrants and resources, see Larry Ferlazzo’s post.


Chimes of Freedom Dying
“Lock her up” is their call

Lock every one up

Refugee, immigrant,

Perhaps you and me.

Freedom dying.

Call them rapists

Call them criminals

Ignore the facts

Knowledge, a closed door.

Freedom dying.

Hunt them down

Deport them.

Flight from death, they came

Dreaming of U.S. freedom’s light.

Freedom dying.

Other leading countries

with health care provided,

Instead, in the US

GOP says that’s dead.

Freedom dying.

Greedily corporations

Polluted our water, air, and land

So rules these abated

Now, the president says NO!

Freedom dying.

Every help from progress,

Humane and civilized,

Now totally deconstructed,

Power-punch the people: pow!

Freedom dying.


Important note:

I want to thank Karen Fasimpaur‏ @kfasimpaur and Helen J DeWaard‏ @hj_dewaard for their tweets which have provided me a way to get back into writing as I try to find understanding and solace is this underworld we find ourselves in.


Part of Slice of Life 2017 by The Two Writing Teachers

Part of DoodleaDay by Royan Lee— today: lines, circles, shapes

Slice of Life I Missed Venice

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I’m in class all day. But my granddaughter currently travels throughout Italy with a backpack and an adventurous attitude. Her blog says:

 A vacation is a break from everyday life that in the end leaves you to return to the same pattern.

This is a factory reset. The goal is to come back as someone completely new, refreshed, and open minded.

To rediscover what it is to be human, not to be an American.

~Allison Fischer

That’s quite a statement. “To rediscover what it is to be human, not an American.” Imagine understanding the world from a human perspective, rather than a national or personal perspective.  I’ve heard that some where; I believe that somewhere. Imagine.

Today, she enjoyed Venice, a city I would love to visit. I missed her travels there and any live feeds while I was teaching and at the dentist. I can hardly wait to learn about her visit. She always talks to the local residents and learns about each city and place she visits. Just think of a city whose roads are rivers, or rather canals fluctuating with the sea’s tide and connecting the tiny islands from which the city arose ten years before the birth of Jesus.

I would have loved to see this city as she floated through the canals, winding through the waterways. What would that be like?  The colors in the pictures of the houses and shops, the waves reflecting the lights of the sun, the moon, the city lights, or perhaps the fishy smell from the sea, or the constant sounds of boats bouncing on the waves and clanking on the docks.  What happens when the tide recedes? So many questions about such a different type of city.

As a child, the journeys and story of the Venetian Marco Polo intrigued me — how he needed to open his mind and be more than a Venetian; I’m sure that’s why Venice has always been interesting as well.

And Allison is my Marco Polo.


I missed it.



Writing Strategy:

Wonderment: asking questions

Links:  Venice, Marco Polo, Allison’s blog, Imagine.










Image Source: Venice by Dominic Sherony