“History will be kind to me, for I intend to write it” – Winston Churchill.
Just spied that as the heading to another WordPress blogger’s post, of this day. Hoping, at the moment, that the other blogger won’t mind the borrow; Churchill’s words are just too illuminating a heading for that which must be said here, as well.
No, dear readers, friends, enemies who also read. I do not intend to write history.
In this, my hometown, my options for shaking the earth have diminished to nearly nil.
Why? Because, in this blog of well over 500 essays and poems, whether the reader wants to hear about them or not all my sins are confessed. Before you, I am unafraid. I defend only truth.
This is a challenge to the actions of those who render the vulnerable both implicated or condemned. The late Fr Mike Annis, beloved man of God and brilliant mind, told me my ability to read others was uncanny and that I should be careful to avoid alienating until trust was established. This has been a difficult charge. But, I have learned, approaching the age of 61, that some people – for reasons driven by unspoken motive – will not be trustworthy. It is these I have sought to expose, in an attempt to nullify the power they wield over those they seek to control.
But in this, my hometown, there will be those whose sphere of power will just grow larger. The truth will be buried by their actions. Because, as soon as these are challenged, all their energy will be spent contriving ways and means with which to discredit the truth teller. And, with enough resources at their disposal, they might silence the lone voice.
Yes. Sometimes, too many become convinced that the story they have been given is the truth. Famous words: if a lie is repeated enough times, it becomes a truth to those who accept it.
At this juncture, perhaps you, my reader, can relate. Perhaps you, too, have held a truth all alone. Perhaps you have watched those who would have rallied in support of your veracity retreat toward those who have nefariously captured their trust. Perhaps you know the isolation.
At moments like this one, faith is the only buoy. We really do find faith when all else has failed us – all people, all circumstances, all events, all hopes or dreams. I am convinced, now, that faith is far more than the substance of things hoped for or the evidence of things not seen; beyond this, faith is further evidence that humanity carries within its collective soul an ultimate gravitation toward the higher Spirit. We do not seek that Spirit often – only at moments of absolute finality, when all else has truly failed.
I may very well carry to my grave the truths which burden my heart, today. But, my Creator knows exactly what they are, and in that source of the truest power I forever place all my trust.
To the rest, I say: go forth, and write the history you intend for the world to believe. Most of the history books of the past seventy five years are being revised, as we speak. Apparently, the truth they should have contained is only finally coming to light.
© Ruth Ann Scanzillo 4/3/18 All rights those of this author, who speaks the truth, and whose name appears above this line. May God strike down all evil forces, everywhere, which rise up in protest.
2 thoughts on “Lone Hometown.”
This is powerful, Ruth. We read pieces based on where we’re at, of course, but I resonated with the way that those who rise to defend the truth will become confused by the manipulations that rise to stand as equals. Discernment is such a difficult skill. Lately I’ve been reading differing views on a topic that has carried emotional charge for me, and I find so much is lost in the sea of words. We want to greet our neighbors with good will. We want to listen to those who speak to show respect. But there are those who would take advantage. Sometimes, when I realize I’ve been sucked in, I step back and set it all down, and then my heart and mind are clear. And the reasons so many would offer simply fade…
Wishing you well, my friend.
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You speak wisely when you state that you step back. I have to extract myself, disengage, detach…….else the intentions of others encroach even upon waking, daily. That is NO state in which to healthfully live!