Saturday was that unique day of the year in which 10,000 Mexican women come in from the suburbs of the Bay Area and march through the center of San Francisco, right down Market Street in a pro-life march.
It’s hardly believable, since the media is so effective at portraying Mexicans as antagonistic to anything that middle America values. Some media on the right paint Mexicans as spoilers of America — and certainly some aspects of immigration have that effect. So much media on the left very often paints Mexicans as radical leftists and persists with the message that Democrats are their only friends. Spanish language media often does the same.
So when you see 10,000 Mexican women (or way more) in the belly of the beast saying that life is the right choice, abortion the wrong choice, marching often quietly, many smiling, some pensive, some singing hymns with each other, so many prayerful in their demeanor, in general unison, in fellowship with each other, indicating in this presence that they will not hide any longer and will not be silent about this topic any longer, well, that can cause one to have a real adjustment of attitude about the whole topic and other topics.
In fact, one (or at least me) can’t help but wonder if Mexicans like these 10,000 women and theirs husbands and their daughters (lots of young ladies come to this alleged war on women march) and sons are not the invaders, but rather if they are actually the reinforcements.
Yup. Are Mexicans like these really the reinforcements?
Meanwhile, as if you needed more reason to not take these other folks too seriously,
On the north side of Market Street, as the March goes by, you have a collection of a few dozen obese, childless, white, middle class, middle age lesbians chanting, “No racist, no KKK, no fascist USA.” at them.
I don’t fault them for any of their demographic attributes. We all have struggles in life. But can anyone possibly be more self-unaware than by spending your Saturday morning angrily chanting that chant to that crowd of prayerful Mexican women walking by? And yes, it’s not all Mexican women, but it’s overwhelmingly Mexican women. That’s the nature of the San Francisco March for Life.
For all I know, a lot of the marchers are the cleaning ladies of the types who are jeering at them from the brick sidewalks of Market Street. It is a very working class march.
Imagine how a mother and father in Kansas somewhere once made goo-goo, ga-ga sounds to that chubby little bundle of joy, the pride of their young lives, that grew up to become the hollering, Kool-aid haired, banshee that you see before you on the sidewalks of Market Street. And imagine this — she found a community of hollering banshees to be a hollering banshee with. And they all have parents from middle of nowhere Nebraska. And middle of nowhere Minnesota, who used to make goo-goo, ga-ga sounds at them, their little bundle of joy. It’s hard to dislike a person when you see it like that. They probably could really use a hug and a prayer, in fact.
How often, I have found myself hugging and praying in such a moment, showering love on those that should seem like the most unlovable.
Showering love on those who actively want to behave like the most unlovable.
And you know what, I bet there were lots of times when really wonderful people did the same to me. . . showered love, even if that didn’t feel like the easiest thing to do.
We all grow. We have not arrived. We all grow, though.
As If that angry bundle of banshees were not preposterous enough attendees at the San Francisco March for Life, you have another two dozen people in a silent protest on the other side of the street who are 100% in favor of human abortion, holding signs that say that they are pro-life (for animals) and that animal lives matter. Not a single one of them is consistently pro-life. They just came today to say “how dare you!” for defending the right of a baby to live, but not the right of the broiler that I’m eating for dinner today to live.
Yes, I will be eating chicken today. I have a wonderful recipe for anyone who wants it.
Their makeup is too well done, their faces too well facialed, to be actual grassroots activists, their haircuts are way too recent and too en vogue and too expensive, not a rumpled piece of clothing among them. Whoever cast them had not been to many grassroots events.
Though truthfully, California activists tend to be a more attractive bunch than most, but even taking that into consideration, this “pro-life for livestock” group is certainly a too well manicured group to be grassroots.
Grassroots activists are often people terrified to speak up who can muster the will to look unafraid to speak up in their imperfect lives, warts and all. They are often willing to say “I’m not perfect, but I know I want better for myself and the world around me.” Their imperfections do not stop them from demanding better in the world. The folks in the perfectly pedicured group with the animal pro-life signs appear to distinctively be PETA plants. Paid by someone to be there. Sent by someone to be there.
Now that I’ve provoked 300 angry emails today about
1.) abortion
2.) immigration
3.) race
4.) culture
5.) illegal immigration
6.) animal lives
7.) the importance of meat
… And who knows what else
I can already imagine the slurs that I will get! It’s gonna be a good day in my inbox. I can tell you, I have a fun and lively inbox filled with messages from thought provocateurs and the emotionally triggered alike.
As such, I’m here to knock on your heart a little. The Bible reading group has finished Genesis and Exodus. And I’d like you to find your way into that group. I’d like you to join us in reading the Bible cover to cover this year.
You can do that by tapping here.
But if you wait much longer you’ll miss out on more.
So don’t do that.
Leviticus here we come!
Some really tough stuff is ahead and it’s a joy reading all the comments of the group members in our online community, for and against some of what we read, doing what they can to make sense out of what we are all reading — readings that take about 15 minutes a day.
It is a highlight of the day for me to read what others are saying. On our online community for the Bible project, you get a peek into some of what I see in my inbox. Amazing, thought provoking, spirit provoking, encouraging stuff.
One member of the group posted this thank you today:
“A gracious thanks to those of you who respond to the daily readings with such thoughtful commentary. It is exceptionally helpful.”
That brings me to a key distinction between the group and my inbox — the emotionally triggered are less likely to appear, because they won’t pay for the privilege of being emotionally triggered by those with a commitment to reading the Bible. They are happy to just be emotionally triggered wherever they can get it.
But I can tell you. It’s worth every penny to get emotionally triggered in this group. And some of it even triggers me.
But you know what.
Sometimes the truth is triggering.
And what do you want — an easy life? Or an honest life?
Cuz you ain’t getting both.
So here I am, warts and all.
Reading the Bible in all of its splendor.
Chatting with my fellow lions as they do the same.
Stumbling through life and avoiding some of the stumbles the wiser we get.
How good that book, that good book, can be for helping right the ship.
Is it easy?
No.
But it’s probably a lot easier that some people think.
Is it comfortable?
No. Not entirely.
But it’s probably a lot more comfortable than some people think. It can be comforting to get yourself to a better place, even if there is some uncomfortable work between Point A and Point B.
Is it effortless?
No.
But it’s probably a lot more effortless than people think.
It takes a commitment and some follow through.
You do that and some amazing stuff is ahead for you.
That much I know.
Effortless and comfortable it probably won’t be.
But hey. It’s not for everyone I guess. It might not be for you.
For those ready for a little challenge, for those ready to show a little discipline, for those ready to do something that a lot of people aren’t willing to do . . . For themselves, for their family, for their world around them as they know it.
There is healing and there is wisdom and there is love in that book, as long as you are willing to knuckle down and see it.
The world would prefer you find something else to do today and every other day.
I want you to join me in the best I can offer you.
That’s right here:
I am happy to say well done, Allan. Keep stirring those pots and loving and hugging all those marchers and protesters. Thank you for all you do. See you at the Bible reading!
I grew up in Southern California, way out in the Coachella Valley. It's silly to even say something like "I was friends with Mexican people" or anything like that because you couldn't even have more than one friend if you didn't. I also spent quite a large amount of time out in the San Fernando Valley, in Pacoima in particular. Very Mexican.
So, I've always wondered why it is that they're portrayed as radical leftists. That hasn't been my experience. I've been to many a traditional Mexican home and sat down at their table. Wonderful people, really. The more traditional, the more I liked it.
I personally believe that the MSM spends a huge amount of effort trying to tell Mexican people who they are. Some of them are that, sure. But watch as this massive influx of illegal aliens, many/most being Mexican or South American, doesn't ultimately go the way that the establishment is hoping.
That's why, although I strongly believe in hard borders like any other nation, I'm not that worried about it in the long term. Still not right but the people that are coming over, are not what the media wants you believe. Heck, they're not even the people that the media believes.
They're good people. Make friends with them and explain what's really going on in the USA. They can be great friends and allies. Pretty women. Good food.