Do not ever glorify what it means to be an activist, to have that feeling in your spirit or soul that you must be someone’s savior, or you can save the day. The pain and torment you and your family will experience is immeasurable and yet you are still driven to do what you believe is right, will save the day, or make someone’s quality of life better. There is no perfect world, no perfect existence, no perfect act, and no such thing as what is “fair”. In fact, my mom use to say that the word “fair” needed to be taken out of the dictionary because it is what is APPROPRIATE in any given situation that determines the outcome in most cases. To hell with the word “fair”.
As I sit back and review the galleys of my manuscript for the book tentatively titled ‘An Absence Of Honor”, I keep finding myself daydreaming about my somewhat long (63 years) history on this earth. Compared to the family members, associates, friends, classmates, and others I have seen pass away, I think I am doing pretty good getting to 63 even though my dad is 100 years of age. However, the thoughts that dance through my head are of all the employment positions or just plain ‘jobs’ I have had in my life before and after college. From what was called the CETA Program when I was in high school to the highest levels of government I was somehow indirectly or directly associated with, I have to admit nothing was ever perfect or lacking in corruption in some way.
I always witnessed malfeasance, fraud, misappropriation of funds, nepotism, cronyism, you name it and someone aways had an explanation of why it made sense. I do not know why I always was the ‘go to’ person to hear people’s woes, or the one an Executive sought advice from, or the one who just happened to be in the corner like a fly on the wall listening to some of the most in-depth schemes. And the few times when I did speak up or ask a dumb question like “Why do you have to do that?” I felt the sting of the master’s whip. So I honed my activist skills by saving those I could and navigating around the pitfalls until I made the biggest mistake of my life, standing up and becoming a whistleblower. It was a knee jerk reaction because I always have been someone who let sentimental passion take over my own sense of survival.
Even the tale of Robin Hood we were all taught had us believing that “stealing” for the right reasons made theft acceptable and even an honorable occupation. But should we be honoring Robin Hood and other such so called avengers righteousness in a world where we have the Trumps making money over money over their exposure to the power of the United States presidency or technical schools stealing Pell Grant dollars by delivering nothing for the dollars paid. We have some students going to school just to get the excess money from a grant, which may be sincerely and legitimately needed to survive, while other students who are there to sincerely learn and better themselves cannot get a penny.
I have saved the empire of a technical school king, worked for Fortune 500 companies, did my time in municipal government associated jobs, run political campaigns and even taught in a high school and college setting. I have worn so many different hats as I predominantly spiritually and emotionally wore one of an activist. I can honestly say in almost every instance there is no perfect world, there is no lack of corruption and dirty games, and there is certainly no one who cannot be pointed out for allowing corruption to proliferate in this country as it has simply because everyone knew speaking out meant being PUT OUT.
I INVITE AMERICA TO READ MY BOOK WHEN IT COMES OUT TITLED ‘AN ABSENCE OF HONOR’ AND follow my thoughts on www.drdianadontplay.com.
Again, do not ever glorify what it means to be an activist, to have that feeling in your spirit or soul that you must be someone’s savior, or you can save the day. The pain and torment you and your family will experience is immeasurable.