When my eight-year-old grandson came running into the room telling me
that Patrick Stewart played the character Poop in the Emoji movie, I went “What?!
Captain Picard?”
Yep, he did it.
My grandson said, “I fear for his
acting career.”
I laughed. Not to worry Grandson, I believe Sir Stewart the British/American/Shakespearean, actor is clearly
established. That just shows he is not taking himself too seriously.
When my grandson said, "Look it up," I did.
Do you do this—rummage around the Internet, get involved? Some people
say it is wasting time, but then I hope
you aren’t wasting time by reading this.
We want to know about people—celebrities especially, thinking they are
golden people. Yet they came from backgrounds similar or worse
than ours.
What happens behind closed doors is sometimes shocking
and shameful.
From
The Guardian:
"I witnessed
terrible things," said Patrick Stewart
about his childhood, “which I knew were
wrong, but there was nowhere to go for help. Worse, there were those who
condoned the abuse. I heard police or ambulance men,
standing in our house, say,’She must have provoked him,’ or, ‘Mrs. Stewart, it takes two to make a fight.’
They had no idea. The truth is my mother did nothing to deserve the violence
she endured. She did not provoke my father, and even if she had, violence is an
unacceptable way of dealing with conflict. Violence is a choice a man makes, and he alone is responsible for it.”
“This violence is
not a private matter. Behind closed doors,
it is shielded and hidden, and it only
intensifies. It is protected by silence –
everyone's silence.
““Most people find the idea of violence against
women – and sometimes, though rarely, against men -
abhorrent, but do nothing to challenge
it. More women and children, just like my mother and me, will continue to
experience domestic violence unless we all speak out against it.”
In 2007, Stewart
became a patron of Refuge, the
national domestic violence charity.
Why-why-why? I don’t understand it. Patrick
Stewart’s father was a war hero—but then, no one escapes war unscathed. Violence is built in sometimes, trauma always.
You who read my
blog know that I want to take the high ground. I want to spread sweetness and
light, but once in a while a shaft
pierces my golden ceiling and strikes me right in the solar plexus.
I
follow Instagram and am impressed. There are really nice people here. I see wonderful
quotes, daily affirmations about living the good life, on raising chickens, loving
animals, being successful, on taking one’s power back, on standing one’s
ground, making a difference, being happy, trotting the globe. These are the
things I want to focus on.
If
I hadn’t popped into Facebook I wouldn’t have known the woman’s march on
Washington happened.
Why
oh why oh?
Sunday shows barely mentioned the 2018 Women’s March
The
longest mention was a meager 20 seconds on NBC’s Meet The Press. Other shows were worse.
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I wish I had been there.
I feel as though
I am sitting here with my head in the sand.
From Media Matters: The day after the
start of the second annual series of Women’s Marches all over the world, the major Sunday political talk shows were nearly
silent on the historic protests, only briefly mentioning the topic across all
five shows.
On January 20 and 21, one year after President Donald
Trump’s inauguration, hundreds of thousandsof protesters turned out in hundreds of marches and
other events in the U.S. and worldwide to
unite to support women’s rights.
And here we are in 2018.
