#Truthbomb – Healthcare
© words and design by Dan DeMarle 2020
Bedtime prayer
Laying in bed waiting for an almost three-year-old to fall asleep I was trying to remember the prayer my family all said before bedtime.
Angel of God
My darling dear
True is the rose
By any other name a rose
Out damn spot
If I die before I wake
Let none of my siblings
my toys take
Chim chim Cherie
a sweep is as lucky
As lucky as can be
Let it be, let I’d be
Let It be now, let
Speaking words of silence
Hello darkness my old friend
I’ve come to bless mommy and daddy
God bless thee merry gentleman
God bless Jiminie cricket
Oh Toto
Run forest run
And god bless JimBob and Mary Ellen
and lead us not into temptation
Luke, I am your father
And deliver us 8 large pizzas
For thine is the power of
Mutual of Omaha wild kingdom
Oh Barnabas can’t be a vampire
Ever this day
Be at my side
God bless us, everyone
And all our enemies and friends
Amen
Or something like that
© words by Dan DeMarle 3/7/2020
ERA
Karma
We all live our days consumed by our own importance. Yet, reading and studying history as a hobby, almost everyone I study has been long forgotten. Maybe they passed on some genes, maybe they did not. Maybe there are tens, dozens, or 100s of people living today who share some of their DNA, or maybe no-one. They also lived their days and maybe breathed their last death doing or thinking they were doing something of importance. Yet, today, who knows, and to a certain extent cares. So what is left, a gravestone, a memory, a picture?
So I prefer to think of karma. The idea that good acts matter. That good acts can change the balance of history, of life, of the universe more to the good and less towards the bad. That if the great arc of history is moving towards the light, that living a life that creates good karma helps it do so. So that hundreds of years, tens of thousands of years, millions of years from now, when my dust is not even dust anymore, that some action I did today or tomorrow, like a fleck of light has and continues to turn the wheel of the universe towards light and away from darkness.
So consider joining me in making that iota of light.
© words by Dan DeMarle
A message of art
As I turn from the drive to clean off a friend’s wheelchair ramp,
I stop on a bitterly cold, but still morning before dawn,
to see a message left for someone to read,
if only I knew how to read this language.
I almost don’t clean if off
to leave it for my friends to see with the dawn and their coffee.
I snap a photo and text him to say I apologize
for destroying the message of artwork the storm left for them.
He, an artist replies, later
He texts that performance art allows for the destruction of a preexisting piece of art.
So many discoveries about art, life, and neighbors
the world is beautiful, if we only stop to see it.
© words and picture by Dan DeMarle 2/28/2020
Dear angry white person offended at being told that you’re a white person
Dear angry white person
I understand that you are angry at being told you are just part of a group of white people. As a white person myself, my former 4-year-old self could relate. Oh sorry, would you prefer a person of whiteness? You likely have lived your whole life thinking you had no color, that you were literally without color, after all, you are not black, or brown, but you are certainly tan or get this one, skin-colored, which in American strangely means white. Skin colored, on at least three continents means many different things, but sorry not white. Oh, sorry, I think you are upset because in America, the land of individuality, you have been grouped into a demographic or worse, a racial group. Which means, of course, that you have a race.
Your angry response tells me a few things about you. Now, of course, these are generalities and may not apply to you, but they do to many of the people in our little club of 245,532,000 million white people or 77.7% of the US population as of 2013. If you are upset at being identified with your racial group, it suggests that you are one of two things. The first a very privileged person whose parents or parent never traveled with you broadly, or if they did, they brought you to places like Idaho (91.% of white) or Iowa (90.6% white), or maybe you grew up in Pittsford, NY, which in the 2000 census was an amazing 92.6% white. The second is that you went to these places but only looked at your game boy or iPhone screen the whole time, or you are just completely oblivious. Regardless, the idea being is that chances are you have never been in a situation where you were the clear minority. Chances are you have never traveled to a majority nonwhite country or continent. My guess is that you have also never been the only white person or person of whiteness in any social situation, such as a wedding, or a restaurant. You have never been in that situation and seen another white person, and felt that hey that person is in my tribe, sorry demographic group per the US Census. You know when you travel abroad and see that other American on the tour bus, and run to greet them and talk about American stuff. I, of course, pretend to be a Canadian, or just try to hang out with the locals.
I am also assuming that, if you are religious, that you are not a member of a minority religion in the United States. You are not a Sikh, Muslim, or probably even Jewish. Because if you were, you would likely know what it feels like to be the “other.” You are also most likely straight, not gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, or queer. If you were, regardless of your racial group, you would know what it is to again be the “other”. No, most likely you are a straight white man or woman who just has not gotten out much, so you have never been forced to see yourself as part of a group, or as not part of the group, you are currently in.
So that also means that you have for years and probably decades never had to think about or consider all the benefits you have received simply from being a white person in America. For example, you were likely told a white view of American History. You probably believe that the land you live on was always yours, or it belonged to people like you. That manifest destiny was a good idea because our founders were white so God had given them this land, even though it was already occupied. It’s amazing, just think you are in your house, and someone walks in and says, “this is now mine, because God said so, oh and here are some blankets with the coronavirus on it, to make things go easier.” You probably are not up on the genocide we white people committed against, and still are attempting to commit against the First peoples (that’s Indians probably to you). You probably aren’t aware that for over 100 years NY was a slave State and some of your wealth (wealth? yes even if you are dirt poor, you have wealth it seeps from our skins) comes from that history of enslavement. If you live in a house or rent a house, if you look at your deed, you may discover that you live in a house that used to have a restrictive covenant that prohibited the house from being sold to a nonwhite person or gasp a Jew. Which can help explain why there are still no or very few nonwhite people or Jews on your street. It’s not because they don’t want to be your neighbor, really it’s not.
I could go on and on, but my main point here is to actually say congratulations. You have discovered whiteness. Simply the fact that you are angry about being grouped into that massive group of people we call white, means you have taken your first step. There are many stages of racial identity awareness, just as there are stages one goes through when they discover they are gay, or whatever. Unfortunately, likely because of the facts above, you are a white person who never has taken a single step on that wonderful, scary, horrible journey of discovering your racial identity. As a white person, it is not a pretty process, we literally have our powers because our fellow white people committed genocides and much, much worse things. It’s like a gang came through and beat and tortured people before you arrived in town, and when you show up everyone is so scared and traumatized by what they did, that you get treated like a king or queen and you just assume its because they like you. So you opened the door, and now the question is, will you scurry back into your house built of straw or begin to take a few steps along the way. If you do there are so many good guides and books and shows to help you on your way. Yet, it all starts with a few words, just like in AA, say it with me “Hi, my name is _____ and I am a white person!” Come on you can do it.
© by Dan DeMarle 2/25/2020
The Underground Railroad and it’s African American heroes in SW Rochester
Part of a series on the truly heroic and forgotten African American Rochester based badasses. In February, we recall Martin Luther King, Rosa Parks, and Malcolm X, but history has forgotten some of these truly noteworthy people. This group includes the African American men and women of Rochester and in some mentions of Corn Hill. In the Semi-Centennial History of the City of Rochester published in 1884, Amy Post (who lived in SW Rochester) wrote the chapter “The Underground Railroad.” Amy Post, and the Post House on what is now Post Avenue in the 19th Ward was a very important station and destination for escaped slaves traveling on the Underground Railroad. The Post family along with two other local farmers and their farms were key station masters on the Underground Railroad, so Amy Post knew of what she spoke. These reports of the role of African American men and women in Cornhill are also substantiated in the account of William Falls (Democrat and Chronicle on 6/20/1881) in his article “A Few Leaves from the Diary of an Underground Railroad Conductor.” (see below at bottom).
The first two sections are from “the Underground Railroad” by Amy Post. In that Chapter, she relates a number of stories. Here are two of them. 
© words by Dan DeMarle 2020
Jenny – last name unknown – Wadsworth
So in one version of the story, the person responsible for the founding of all of SW Rochester was a black enslaved woman named Jenny. SW Rochester was initially the settlement of Castletown at what is now Brooks Landing. The settlement was developed and owned by the Wadsworth brothers, James and William, who developed and owned the majority of land west of the Genesee River and who settled in Geneseo. They both came west from Connecticut in 1790 with three hired men and a “favorite family slave named Jenny.” Jenny is reported to have saved both of their lives when they were struck sick with swamp fever, and when James and the hired slaves went back to Connecticut, worked with William to build a house and survive the winter. William never married and family lore suggests that he and Jenny were together thereafter. If she was still alive, Jenny would have been emancipated in 1827, 37 years after coming to NY. Because the Wadsworths developed most of Western NY, Jenny was a huge part in that development. She was also reportedly a huge influence on generations of the Wadsworth family which included a Union General in the Civil War, and a US Senator. Jenny is reported to have had a daughter, and that daughter may or may not have moved to Liberia once it was founded.
From the D&C on 2/19/1984.
There is additional information on Jenny as well from Wayne Mahood’s book, General Wadsworth: The Life and Wars of Brevet General James S. Wadsworth. Here are some snippets, literally.
© words by Daniel DeMarle 2020