Decadence

Decadence

After slavery ended in England, much to the efforts of William Wilberforce, a devote Christian, who so despised sadistic treatment to human beings, and after the end of slavery in the US following the death of 307,000 in a great civil war which ended in 1865. Perhaps the lowest form of human slavery was that from China called “coolie”.

The coolies were used throughout China and India, sent to slave masters in Canada and the US for the building of railroads and working on shipping all over the world, even in Congo where I have still seen Chinese in abject slavery. The most spectacular evidence of coolie work is the Great Wall of China which I have traversed several times. (2,000 miles long, over horrendous mountains, built by 200,000 coolies working night and day for 20 years and which was breeched in a few months of its completion by the Mongols who bribed the guards. I can attest there was a guard post every fifty feet and horses could ride four abreast up and down the wall. Like the 2,000 mile long great barrier reef of Australia, the wall can be seen from outer space.)

Not in my lifetime, did I expect to experience this great democratic republic, built on the shoulders of the blood and sweat of, not only the 126,000 veterans buried in foreign military cemetery’s but the honest, hard working, taxpaying citizens who voluntarily paid their taxes only to have their tax dollars “bribed” by politicians and beaurocrats coalesced by greed.

I do not have complete records of the amount of tax I have paid in my life, county, federal or state, but I do know, that I have paid millions in taxes to NC state government. Even though I returned from a war totally blind, 100% disabled from service, I have continued and at 79 do continue to work and pay tax. To the best of my knowledge the state of NC has never contributed one penny to my benefit other then giving me a license tag for my car which is given to all decorated veterans. There is a highly paid commission for the blind( I met Judge Kathy of Asheville when he headed the commission, a person from the blind commission has been by my house ONCE in the past 50 years.) Becky Kozai and even though their had been many news articles in many magazines about me, including one full page, in the local paper, of a trip across Europe and Asia on the Trans Siberian railroad, she had never heard of me.

When my sister, one of the first women to get a graduate degree at NC state ( She had previously presented a TV program and weekly newspaper column from state), the agriculture department had a special presentation in her honor and her family, with whom they had knowledge, had us sitting aside, together. (Her oldest brother and her two younger brothers, one, my mothers last just a small child and the center of attention of this hard working Wayne county family, where photos had been made of my mothers pantry, lined with shelves of canned food, my fathers remarkable farming ability on a farm showplace of Wayne county.)


It was at this time 60 years ago that the pride of the state, as well as state college, was the farm families who were the backbone of accomplishment and endeavor shown in the public school system, the churches, (since infants, my parents, their parents, and those for several generations before, had been active in the church and denomination in which to this day, they are well known.) You are free to contact Mount Olive college about my interest their although all of us are graduates of state universities including mine from UNCCH. My sister, our brothers, their husbands and wives are all retired state employees. Our children, are all lawyers, doctors, teachers, etc. We are not ashamed of our inheritance.

The only time I have ever asked a state employee for anything was in recent years with some of my many rental properties. I had a rat problem at one building and had done everything I knew to solve the problem including useless exterminators.

Years ago, an assistant pastor of the first Baptist church here had driven me and another member as delegates, to the southern Baptist convention in Atlanta. One man, one of your agriculture employees asked to ride back with me, which he did without charge, I paid all the bills. I decided to ask a favor of him, to help me with the rat problem and after a couple of calls finally got David on the phone. I told him that I felt someone with the agriculture program or certainly at NC state would have an answer. After all, it was due to a bird feeder by the Audubon society who, without my knowledge, had started the whole thing. His only advice to me from that day to this, “Get yourself a snake.”

I am writing this, sending it around the world by email, as I write for disability, political and religious groups, on this EARTH DAY, to let the world know the shame you should feel ( General Colin Powell said in a speech several years ago, “shame is a lost word“) that an old blind veteran who has paid the taxes he has paid who’s family has supported this state with taxes and otherwise, with the help of an assistant “online”, was forced to solve this problem himself. I ordered “Catchmaster” traps and got rid of a problem which your agriculture department nor your exterminators , which your agriculture department has oversight, could do nothing. You can contact Mr. Steve Troxler about my letters and photos sent him.

Gaylord Nelson, senator from Wisconsin, principal founder of earth day and who should be the darling of you liberal environmentalist, found that it was the laziness and unconcern of the beaurocrats in charge of the STEWARDSHIP of this earth, its rivers, its streams, its trees, etc, that had caused most of the problem. Before I gave my eyes for YOUR COUNTRY, 50 years plus ago, I saw the rivers being polluted, the woodlands and wetlands being ignored, and the catastrophe of government land forest reserves being burned unnecessarily every year from neglect.

You see, my father, who had 300 acres of woodland, like his other farming operations, had the good sense to take care off things like that. I still remember, as a young man, cleaning up the brush in the woods, making sure the paths were open for firefighting vehicles. My father, knew more about the earth and the environment than most of your university professors will ever know. As a totally blind, house bound, cancer recluse, I can tell your university professors more about conservation and the stupid financial games being played by your liberal, socialist, unconcerned government, for the welfare of the enslaved “coolies” who are surviving, in spite of you. It is an insult to me, one who did everything right growing up working my way through 8 years of university education and should be embarrassing to you that the elected politicians and beaurocrats they appoint are bringing disaster to this nation on earth day as well as everyday. “Righteousness exalteth a nation: but sin is a reproach to any people.” (Proverbs 14:34) Righteousness exalts the earth.

It still sickens me, (one who has been on 8 around the world trips, one who has had his passport stamped in 157 countries, one who has seen the best and the worst of life in both prosperous and below the 30th parallel, poverty beyond belief) that cities still dump their sewage into our rivers and depend on the most deadly toxins (chemicals such as chlorine) by some scientific miracle to clean up the water before it is put into the body ( the H2O molecule is very complex and is not easily cleaned). I would not think of drinking the water which comes out of the river here without boiling it first. The toxicity from the chemical sewage has so damaged the immune system of animal life that the fish population is dangerous to eat and the human population, beset by cancer. “Woe unto you, scribes and Pharisees, hypocrites! for ye make clean the outside of the cup and of the platter, but within they are full of extortion and excess.” (Matthew 23:25)

My father, my great grandfather, knew more about the husbandry of combining fruits then most agriculture agents can imagine. My great grandfather had perfected a pear-apple. At my fathers funeral, one of the several preachers talked about him having a stroke while picking peaches off trees which he had planted. He had put this new peach orchard across and away from other agriculture, in new ground, escaping parasites. Today’s liberal farmers would have marijuana growing their.

Our omnipotent, omniscience, blessed Lord, put all the chemicals of the periodic table (and their molecular weights have never changed) that we would need for our nutrition and our life here. While a boy, plowing with mules, I would feel of the “good earth” and think of its sufficiency and significance. I have seen places in the world, where even a post in the ground would sprout because of the richness of the earth. Yet, hundreds of Gods most precious possessions, children who have survived the abortionist, are hungry. If the crust of the earth were gold, men would lie, cheat, and steal for a handful of dirt. As on Arbor day, when we celebrate the magnificence of trees, so on everyday, we should celebrate what Pearl book called “The Good Earth.”







Trees

I THINK that I shall never see
A poem lovely as a tree.

A tree whose hungry mouth is prest
Against the sweet earth's flowing breast;

A tree that looks at God all day,
And lifts her leafy arms to pray;

A tree that may in summer wear
A nest of robins in her hair;

Upon whose bosom snow has lain;
Who intimately lives with rain.

Poems are made by fools like me,
But only God can make a tree.

Joyce Kilmer