Greenville, New York, is in the Catskill mountains, south of Albany. While I lived in Vermont, I went there to visit a friend who was giving a watercolor workshop. I sprained my ankle either just before, or right after i arrived, and Eliot, the owner of the resort, carried me to the dining room from the carriage house we shared (my friend and I, not Eliot). I heard this story yesterday, via email, from this friend, with whom I’d lost touch for the past several years. Until now, I thought Greenville was a place in South Carolina (yes it’s in North Carolina as well, but you get the drift). I have no recall of my painful visit to Greenville. Nothing. Nada. None. My personal history is spotty at best.Thank God for my friends. The “Rememberers of my life.” If I ever write a memoir, which, on occasion, I flirt with doing, my research will consist of interviews with the ones who remain —the keepers of my spotty, well worn pastMy exceedingly poor recall, of what to others seem significant events, is a decades old infirmity. Nothing to worry about. Actually. I cant worry about it. It slips my mind along with the rest. But this is good, right? It’s the cost of living in the present, making life seem less worrisome, making me feel slightly enlightened, more highly evolved.My painter friend signed off by saying she needed to pack. For what? Had she just told me, and had I already forgotten? I wrote her back: “You’re packing for what? You’re going where?” Her answer set me off. She’s going to Greenville. Hmmm. That’s how this all started, isn’t it?Not to worry. This is her life, not mine. I have enough trouble remembering where I put my reading glasses.If you’re immune to forgetting things, read no further. If you’re anything like me, here’s an image that may come in handy, should you remember to use it.
The Mystery of History
How do we sort it out? Have it make sense. Find the value, the good, the light? How do we use any of this? Anywhere? Anytime. Ever?
People come forward. Neighbors, church groups, and area leaders. Families and friends step up, put themselves on the line between rioters and police. They clean up the mess, stand together in harms way to work toward some kind of peace.
A Star is born
The new Baltimore State’s Attorney, young, and fiery, and righteous, with a family lineage of law enforcement backing her up, has filed criminal charges against six Baltimore cops. She says “No one is above the law! ”
The people cheer. The union balks and threatens. The media is stunned and heartened. A great story. Action. Cameras. Ready, Set, go!
The charges include:
Second degree depraved heart murder.*
Second degree assault.
But what will happen if this moment of vindication fails to be followed by convictions? Will it be enough to keep the peace? Is anything enough unless the roots of poverty and deprivation, of ignorance and prejudice, of lack, and rage and hopelessness, and fear, are addressed? Can justice finally be done?
The head of the police union, insists: “None of the officers involved are responsible.” Really?
It’s a long shot. From here to China, at least. Let’s hope I’m wrong.
Note* Depraved-heart murder, also known as depraved-indifference murder, is an action where a defendant acts with a “depraved indifference” to human life and where such act results in a death. In a depraved-heart murder a defendant commits an act even though they know their act runs an unusually high risk of causing death or serious bodily harm to someone else.
Any questions. . . ?
Though most of us have not intentionally or knowingly done things that have resulted in serious injury or death to another, many of us have committed thoughtless, even mean-spirited deeds that resulted in emotional, mental or spiritual harm to another. You may use the following image to regenerate a hard, defensive, or thoughtless heart.
Healing the Inconsiderate Heart
Close your eyes and exhale a long breath through your mouth. Return to your normal breathing and go inside yourself to the place of your heart, which you now hold gently in your hands. Massage your heart with loving care. Feel the hard, defended, areas releasing. As this occurs, see, sense and know that your heart is opening. Live and know how it is to experience the world, and yourself, with an open, loving, and considerate heart. Then breathe out and open your eyes, knowing all is well.