I'm watching a video right now on the turmoils over the injustic of a peace officer kneeling on a man's neck until dead. (https://youtu.be/7lf_2JyXocY)

This is a stub (don't expect decent spellin[g] or grammer here, yeah, I'm typing so fast I missed the "g" on "spelling"; it's an emotional topic).

I'm getting old, and I can't predict whether the virus will take me or not.  So, it's time for me to stop being sheepish about the legacy that I want to leave to my nephews and nieces.  There are stories about our family's orientations that I think are worth documenting, if only to have our successors know how we got here.

Somewhere, I got to talk to my Father about how we came to be pro-civil rights.  Funny thing is, after we had that coversation, my Mother shortly after recounted her experiences in debating such concepts, and ended up being persecuted (a "white-woman" if you need it explicitly stated) for say the "N"-word had no place in a high-school debate (presumably, somewhere in the 50's), and having to have a pastor step in to stop that persecution. 

O.K., so white people only get persecurted when they speak up. The mechanism is obivious; I shouldn't have to explain it.  So, again, this is a stub.  It only  hints at the rest of what I have to say on this topic--in this really messed up time.  What I want to cover here is further documentation  of a family experience.  It's primarily here for my nephews and neices.  They need to have a sense of what I've been writing here.  But, for anyone else who finds this illuminating...

Welcome, Warm Blessings, and Peace--Oh Not To Mention A Safe Place for all the Oppressed