Who Are We?

I inherited a box stuffed full of information on Manzanar, the World War II Japanese internment camp.  A sweet little old lady writer had accumulated it for a book on the unthinkable that she was certain would never happen again, but she died before she could write it.  I inherited the research, but I never got the book written.  But I pulled it out today.  Because it suddenly seemed horribly relevant.

I spent Father’s Day with my sweet grandchildren and their parents.  And of course I took lots of pictures.  I always do.

But I am also staring at other pictures of little ones.  Theirs was not a happy Father’s Day. 

While my granddaughters laughed and played and danced, the other little ones pleaded through tears for “Mama” and “Papa.”  But Mama and Papa could not come to them.  Many of those little ones–especially those in the cages at the “Tender Age Shelters,” are unlikely to ever see Mama or Papa again.

How did we get to such a place? 

Interesting that it is at the same time that our country is leaving the United Nations’ Human Rights  Council.

God help us.

God forgive us.

“A rigid steel boot on the neck of the immigration debate.  It’s the sign of a party slowly losing its humanity.”

~George Orwell~

About kaystrom

Kay Marshall Strom, who am I? Well, I’m a traveler, a railer against social injustice, a passionate citizen of the world. I’m a follower of Jesus Christ. I’m a 21st century abolitionist who speaks out against slavery of all kinds. I am a beach walker and a gardener and the off-key singer of songs. I’m a wife, a mother, a sister, a daughter, a friend. Most people, though, know me as a writer and a speaker. So here is a bit more about that part of my life: Of my 43 published books, seventeen have been translated into foreign languages, and two have been optioned for movies. My writing credits include magazine articles, books for children, short stories, television scripts and two prize-winning screenplays. I love to write, and speak, about topics close to my heart. I speak at seminars, retreats, writer’s conferences, and special events throughout the country. And because I enjoy travel, I even speak on cruise ships. Because I don’t see how a writer can really reflect another people and land without spending time there, I’ve been trekking through India, China, Indonesia, Cambodia, Nepal, Sudan, Senegal, Morocco, Tunisia, and Egypt, Japan and South Korea, tape recorder and camera in hand, to gather stories from the world-wide family of God. Thanks to my “virtual friendship” with John Newton, 17th century slave ship captain turned preacher, I traveled through Ireland. In West Africa I toured an old slave fortress off the coast and saw a tiny set of baby manacles bolted to the wall. I was struck dumb. From that horror came a story question, and from that question, my foray into fiction: The Grace in Africa trilogy. Come join me as I travel and rail against injustice. Maybe you will choose to be a 21st century abolitionist too.
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