As
I mentioned in yesterday's blog, I have a true friend of many years
(Baba) who was arrested recently for a reefer offense (to be
incarcerated till August). He is 33 years old and lives in a
challenged neighborhood of Saint Petersburg. My disgust with the
current state of affairs I hope is evident in the letter I wrote him
today.
Dear
Baba,
I
want to apologize to you for a crazy, mixed up system whereby
millionaire thugs legally ruin the lives of millions with alcohol and
tobacco and go scot-free—not only selling to adults but enticing
even little children in every convenience store with cute containers
of addiction and death. It is at times like these that I think we
are not only on a slippery slope to hell but perhaps in many ways are
already there. (I had to install a security system last week, and a
friend at work told me yesterday of angry and hostile drunks on the
beach this weekend.)
Just
remember: Don't Give Up!!!! (I'm including a message from Kunte.)
This is the second pivotal time I feel our system has failed you: one when
you felt unwelcome at our church and now during this appalling
miscarriage of justice. I want you to know without qualification I
know you are a good and decent man and in my book many others
deservedly should take your place behind bars. I fear the clock is
ticking on our society and the time is short for us to give up this
rank escapism, deceit, falsehood, and delusion and turn to God.
I
stand by you 1000% and pledge unqualified loyalty to you forever.
When you get out I absolutely want you to promise me that we can go
out and celebrate with a pizza and once more overlook the beautiful
bay and dream of what life could be if all were whole and spiritually
free. I would also be pleased if you would give our church a second
try. Believe me, the person who objected to your presence is in the
small minority and we now have a Godly pastor with backbone.
Ramon
sends his love and heartfelt regrets.
Love
ya,
[Below
is Kunte's favorite admonition to me.]
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