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20 February 2026

‘Whoa!’: Ice-T’s Brutal Trump Comparison ( originally posted on 6 NOV 2020 ) Cut Deep as MAGA Spirals Into Outrage 17FEB26

 

This truth needs to be repeated to magat cultist daily. From the Atlanta Black Star.....

‘Whoa!’: Ice-T’s Brutal Trump Comparison Cut Deep as MAGA Spirals Into Outrage

 | Published on: February 17, 2026

Ice-T has never hidden his contempt for Donald Trump, and when the country handed the former reality TV mogul another term on Nov. 5, 2024, he reacted exactly how you’d expect — loud, sharp, and unapologetic.

Back then, the rapper-turned-actor didn’t just side-eye the outcome; he scorched it. He framed the win as proof that voters were embracing a man he’s long painted as power-obsessed, slippery, and far too comfortable with comparisons most public figures would shut down immediately.

Now, that pointed post is making fresh rounds online, landing in timelines as if it were written yesterday. The message hasn’t softened, the tone hasn’t aged — and people are once again dissecting every word, wondering if Ice-T fans meant to spark round two.

The “Colors” artist compared Trump to Satan mere days after he was defeated by Joe Biden in the 2020 presidential election, issuing a tweet that was shared more than 17,000 times.

“I can’t believe people are comparing Trump to Satan,” wrote Ice-T. “Yes, he’s evil, but he’s certainly not as evil as Trump.” The tweet resurfaced on Threads on Feb. 11 with the caption, “‘Do you agree with Ice-T?”

Fans of the “Law & Order: Special Victims Unit” star got riled up, as they posted comments like, “Yes I agree,” and “Brilliant way of putting it Ice-T!!!”

The jokes rolled right off the tongue from there as one person wrote, “Satan was an angel. Trump never ever could claim that.” Another said, “Heaven doesn’t want him, Hell is afraid he’ll take over.”


Yet and still some were in shock that Ice-T would take aim at someone known for trolling those who speak against him as one social media user exclaimed, “Don’t believe he said it.”

Another user brought up Trump’s old friend, the late billionaire Jeffrey Epstein. Following the Department of Justice’s shocking release of files tied to the disgraced financier’s alleged crimes and scandal. Before his death in 2019, Epstein wrote in an email that Trump was “evil beyond belief, mad.”

“He’s spot on! Even EPSTEIN said that,” wrote one person who made the reference.

“Love you Ice-T and that was a good one,” another chimed in. “Whoa! Satan is going to be pissed but this is quite accurate!!”

The “New Jack Hustler” artist also shared his opinion about Trump during a 2025 interview with “AllHipHop.”

“Trump, to me, has shown many, many ways how much of a piece of s—t he is,” he said. “I don’t think, I think he likes Black people when it’s to his advantage. He’s an opportunist. Me being a criminal, I know a con artist when I see one.”

The “6 in the Morning” artist also changed the lyrics to his controversial song “Cop Killer” with his metal band, Body Count, during a January concert. Ice-T changed the lyrics to “ICE Killer” after ICE agents in Minneapolis killed a young mother, Renee Good. Weeks later, Border Patrol agents in the city killed a young nurse named Alex Pretti.

Ice-T is unafraid to express his opinions and take a stand, as demonstrated in a heated exchange with a school teacher and Trump supporter. She criticized him for marrying a white woman and for his celebration of Black History Month. In response, he defended his 20-plus-year marriage to Coco Austin and addressed her disrespectfully.

31 January 2026

The Bible Character That Most Resembles Trump 28JAN26

 

                          The Virgin and Child surrounded by the Holy Innocents (1616) by Rubens

I can imagine NOT MY pres drumpf / trump actually doing what herod did after the birth of Christ, he is enough of a psychopath / sociopath / narcissist to not be bothered by the slaughter of innocents to get his way, to maintain his power. Just look at what he is doing to our country, the dhs domestic terrorism and violence he has unleashed on the residents of America and the wanton military terrorism and aggression he has unleashed on the rest of the world, on our friends and foes alike. He is an evil person and all who support him and do his bidding are complicit in his war crimes, his crimes against humanity, his sins. This from Sojourners.....

The Bible Character That Most Resembles Trump


Jan 28, 2026

Chaos fills the streets as families are separated by force, and mothers cry out as their children are taken from them. To exert control and maintain power, a ruler orders agents to detain people off the street. Those the ruler labels as “subversive” are treated as a threat to his reign. The violence is indiscriminate and unrelenting. It does not matter who gets hurt, as long as the ruler stays on the throne.

If your mind went directly to President Donald Trump or the news of Immigration and Customs Enforcement agents shooting and killing two Minnesota residents—mom and poet Renee Nicole Macklin Good, and intensive care nurse Alex Pretti—you are not alone. But in this case, I am talking about Herod and his order to kill the children in Bethlehem and its surrounding region (Matthew 2:16). While the parallels are not identical, the shared logic of unrestrained state power is unmistakable.

Herod the Great was a Rome-backed king who ruled Judea. He had a multiethnic background, with his family being Idumean, Arab, and Jewish, and was considered, both by himself and others, as the “king of the Jews.” Josephus, the first-century Jewish historian, recounts how Mark Antony had resolved to make Herod king and even advocated on his behalf to the Roman Senate, showing how imperial power backed his reign. While Herod’s identity and rise to power might be complicated, his abuse and crimes were not. Josephus records how Herod had one of his wives strangled, and multiple sons killed.

In Matthew’s gospel, the author chronicles how news that the true “king of the Jews” has been born put Herod and all of Jerusalem on edge (2:1–5). He recruits the magi to be his spies, asking them to return with word of the child’s location so that he can eliminate this rival to his throne (2:7–8). Matthew’s point is not only that Herod is cruel, but that anxious power is easily threatened. It treats the most vulnerable, such as children and those marked as outsiders, as dangers that must be eliminated.

Some people attempt to justify ICE raids with stories that cast undocumented immigrants as dangerous, subversive, and incapable of assimilatingClaims that noncitizens are voting in federal elections persist, even though credible investigations have repeatedly found this to be extremely rare. The result is a politics of suspicion that makes it easier to profile, detain, and separate people on the basis of who they appear to be, not on the basis of any actual evidence.

The dangerous logic of suspicion and fear surfaced clearly in September 2025, when the Supreme Court stayed a district court order that had temporarily barred immigration agents in Los Angeles from making stops based on racial, linguistic, and cultural markers. Another common basis for aggressive enforcement is the claim that immigrants commit higher rates of crime than U.S.-born citizens. But research from the nonpartisan Migration Policy Institute shows that “immigrants in the United States commit crimes at lower rates than the U.S.-born population.” Empowered by the Trump administration, ICE is operating with a logic of anxious state power, where fear turns the outsider into a threat and that “threat” is used to justify indiscriminate violence.

The biblical story of Herod offers an example of what happens when a ruler embraces indiscriminate violence. When Herod realizes the magi are not planning to return to tell him the location of Jesus, he responds with a blanket order: He has boys 2-years-old and younger in Bethlehem and its surrounding region killed (Matthew 2:16). He does not need to know which child is Jesus. He does not care. His command sweeps up an entire community to eliminate a perceived threat to his power. This is one of Matthew’s clearest portraits of how anxious power operates. When rulers feel that their power is being threatened, they reach for indiscriminate force.

Like Herod’s violence in Bethlehem, ICE raids often operate with a blunt, sweeping logic. In practice, raids can upend households in minutes, separating parents from children and forcing families into sudden displacement. Some people detained in the United States have even been transferred to El Salvador’s CECOT mega-prison, with families struggling to learn where their loved ones are, as immigration agents disappear them without notice, and without an opportunity to retain legal representation. Some have even been deported by “mistake.” And these “mistakes” do not end with noncitizens.

In October 2025, ProPublica reported that more than 170 U.S. citizens were detained by immigration agents. Earlier that year, federal agents raided the wrong home and degradingly forced a family of U.S. citizens in Oklahoma City, Okla., to wait outside in the rain before they could fully dress. This atmosphere has intensified in our current moment. On Jan. 7, 2026, an ICE agent fatally shot Renee Nicole Macklin Good in Minneapolis during a confrontation captured on video. And then again, on Jan. 24, officers with Customs and Border Protection fatally shot Alex Pretti. In both cases, federal officials have tried to frame the shootings as self-defense, accusing the victims of being “domestic terrorists” who were trying to harm immigration agents. This, despite video evidence and eyewitness accounts that directly expose such characterizations for what they are: lies.

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To be clear, my comparison between Herod and Trump is not meant to suggest they are the same, as if history, context, and specific actions directly parallel one another. Instead, I am drawing on what New Testament scholar Love Lazarus Sechrest calls “associative hermeneutics,” which reads ancient and modern situations as analogues, identifying the “rhyme” between their social dynamics. In this case, the Trump administration initially claimed it would target the “worst of the worst,” yet these actions have instead swept up innocent families, people in our congregations, and others who are simply trying to survive in our society. Even if you think deporting some individuals is justified, disregarding their humanity, sending them to prisons in a third country, and separating families is not moral. Setting Herod and Trump side–by–side reveals how Trump’s brutality, carried out by ICE agents, “rhymes” with Herod’s indiscriminate actions. In this case, the sound is not a symphony of love and moral action, but a cacophony of violence.

This chorus of threats is spreading fear across immigrant communities. ICE pressures neighbors to police one another. They treat whole populations as threats. They treat nonviolent resistance as tantamount to domestic terrorism. In the face of these seemingly insurmountable powers, Christians can embrace prophetic responsibility. On Sunday, Jan. 18, protesters nonviolently disrupted a service at Cities Church in St. Paul, Minn., a church in the Southern Baptist Convention. One of the pastors, David Easterwood, serves as the acting director of the ICE St. Paul field office. The peaceful protesters raised their voices in unison, bellowing “ICE out” and “justice for Renee Good.” In shouting this melody of protest, they offered a beautiful example of how Christians can tell the truth, name what is happening, and speak to unjust systems with moral clarity. Despite being arrested on felony charges for her participation in organizing the nonviolent protest at Cities Church, Rev. Nekima Levy Armstrong told Democracy Now! after her release that “We cannot be silent at a time like this … I am continuing to use my voice to speak out against this fascism, tyranny and authoritarianism of the Trump administration. And others have to do the same.”

As we continue to witness ICE’s actions against our neighbors, I cannot help but see echoes of Herod’s world in our own, as state terror abounds, and tyranny reigns. Yet Herod did not have the final word. He could not stop God’s purposes. Rev. David Black, the Chicago pastor one who was shot with pepper balls outside an ICE processing facility in Broadview, Ill., put it plainly to Sojourners in October 2025: “When I look at a lot of my Christian siblings, who I see being so profoundly confused and misled, I believe that they have been made to follow a faith that is based in fear, coercion, and control.” Instead of living in fear of the “other,” we can and should embrace our neighbors, treating them as if we were caring for Christ himself (Matthew 25:31–46).

Rubin James Yi McClain is an opinion writer for the 2026 Sojourners Journalism Cohort.

10 May 2013

Sermon on mermaids, enemies, and the 23rd Psalm 21APR13

THE week starting 14 APR 13 was a bad week for the nation with the Boston Marathon bombing,  and the huge fire and explosion in West, TX, and poison being sent to Pres Obama and other politicians and judges. LISTEN to this sermon from Rev Nadia Bolz-Weber about the week. This sermon is why I love her preaching, because she applies the gospel and lesson to herself as well as the rest of us, because she shares her feelings and failures and victories, and because she always reminds us and herself to hold on to our faith. 

Sermon on mermaids, enemies, and the 23rd Psalm

2013-04-21 NBW Sermon <—-as always, I encourage you to listen along. Especially this week. Just click here. It may take 2 minutes more than just reading it.
Happy Good Shepherd Sunday.  It’s not really a festival day of the church, like Christ the King or Transfiguration Sunday are…it’s just that every year, on the 4th Sunday of Easter, the assigned readings are all about Jesus as the Good Shepherd and the Psalm for the day is the 23rd Psalm.  About 10 years ago on Good Shepherd Sunday, when our daughter Harper was 4, my husband Matthew was giving the children’s sermon at his church, he had gathered all the little kids around and was going to have them sing that song, “I just wanna be a sheep baa baa baa baa” and he asked the children the leading question: “Ok kids, what do you want to be? And all the kids say “a sheep!” except our daughter Harper, who says “a mermaid!”.
In the spirit of full-disclosure, that is a cute story, and it happened on Good Shepherd Sunday but it’s apropos of absolutely nothing in connection to the rest of the sermon.
It’s just that, in the midst of such a horrific week, I thought a cute little kid in church story might feel nice. Since, well… everything else kinda feels like crap.
This week I posted something on Facebook that said I was sick of “preaching challenges”. And I am.  I’m sick of bad things happening – things that knock the breath out of us. And I’m tired of then having to figure out what to say about movie theater slaughters and school shootings and vehicular homicide and marathon bombings and crippling explosions. Preachers and pastors are supposed to provide some sort of explanation for things, right? I mean some kind of bland reassurance in the form of platitudes that,  like supermarket sheetcake – are so sweet in the moment it makes your fillings hurt and then 10 minutes later, totally forgettable.
Aren’t preachers supposed to be able to help make sense of the senselessness around us?  Aren’t we supposed to be able to give meaning to meaninglessness and comfort in times of chaos?
Well, I just didn’t have it in me this week.  I just felt…well, tired. Tired of event after event demanding my reaction and ripping at my heart and daring me to come up with some kind of good news.  So it’s just a lousy week to be a preacher.  But it’s a lousy week to be a lot of things: a Bostonian, a person who loves Bostonians, a Muslim American, a Serbian, A cop, a marathon runner, a West Texan, Barack Obama, a Shepherd of a flock.
My dad is a little old fashioned and is for sure the only one in my life who refers to me as a shepherd. Sometimes he calls you guys my flock.  Which of course is hilarious. He’ll say “How’s your flock” to which I sometimes will answer “oh you know, disobedient and a little smelly”.  It’s an old fashioned thing, calling a preacher a shepherd and their congregation their flock and it’s one of many aspects of being a clergy person I want nothing to do with, but never more so than this week. Because I’m no shepherd.
I heard of the bombing in Boston and then the explosion in Texas and the attempted poisoning of the president and I knew for sure, I’m no shepherd. I don’t know where the Hell to lead you in all of this, because like you I am scared and unsure and honestly a little numb. I am tired of the evil and danger and the-CNN-created enemies that increasingly surround us.   I just am no shepherd.
But, in all fairness, I think no one else is either. Who is going to lead us and what is going to really protect us? This week in the media I heard many possibilities.  Our patriotism will protect us.  Cynicism about the government will protect us. Tighter immigration laws will protect us. Looser immigration laws will protect us. Unfettered access to firearms will to protect us.  Tighter gun control will to protect us. The swirling chaos of never-ending news cycles is going to protect us. Ignoring it all and numbing ourselves out with food or booze or sex or Netflix streaming is going to protect us.  Or maybe the next earnest meme on facebook is going to protect us. Save us. Lead us. Shepherd us.
And Oh My God do we choose some terrible Shepherds.
But like sheep we really do need something to come along that will finally make us feel safe and loved and knowing we are going in the right direction and will be looked after.
And all I know is that a sermon isn’t going to make you guys feel like little safe and cared for sheep. Which is why in the wake of this week’s events, I thought that I just can’t be a shepherd when I need so desperately to be shepherded myself.
I’m in good company though.  I’ve often heard Lutheran preachers say that they are really grateful that communion comes after the sermon…because it takes the pressure off.  If they somehow screw up preaching the Gospel…they know people will at least get it at the table.
And I’ve never felt that more than today. See, we think we know the 23rd Psalm really well…I mean what other Psalm do you hear during TV show funerals and what other Psalm is printed on coffee cups.  But I heard something new in it this week. A week of fear and evil and enemies – See, in the 23rd Psalm God does a counter intuitive thing when it comes to our very real fear of enemies. God doesn’t say “Let’s go smite them” and God doesn’t say “Let’s analyze the data ” God says “let’s eat!”
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy rod and thy staff they comfort me. Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.
I don’t know what to tell you this week. And I’m too scared to be anyone’s shepherd.  I can’t lead you anywhere, But I can gather with you around this table – a table God has set in the presence of everything that attempts to snatch away our peace.  A table set in the presence of enemies and fear and evil. I have nothing to say.  There is no clever theology or social commentary that can take away the sting of this last week.  But I can gather with you around this table and I can tell you the story. I have no stories of my own (just that one mermaid one…), but around this table I can again tell you the story of how God has come to dwell with us, to make us people of God. I can tell you of how the God of Israel protected his people and walked among them. I can tell you how this same God took on flesh and was born in a time as violent and faithless and terrifying as our own and this Jesus of Nazareth was so full of grace and truth and love for his enemies that he was killed by those he came to save. And I can tell you how on the night before he died he gathered around another table with some real screw-ups and held up bread and said it was his body given for forgiveness and how he held up a cup and said it was for salvation and that when we eat this bread and drink this cup we do so in remembrance of him. And I can tell you that even from the cross on which he was hung he did not stop loving the enemy – even those who nailed him to it and I can tell you that despite human fear and violence,  death did not have the final word and that after 3 days Jesus defeated death itself and then he again gathered his friends around a table from which he fed them breakfast and then he said for them to feed his sheep.  And as his sheep, it is at this table where he desires we be fed. Fed by his story and his body so that we can be the people of God who know that not even death can separate us from the love of God, and thus we can fearlessly face this world’s valleys of the shadow of death knowing that there is a love stronger than the grave.
Knowing that Love conquers hate and that death has no sting and Forgiveness is more powerful than violence and that despite it all it is always always worth it to love God and love people and to continue to gather around the tables God has set – so that we can behold who we really are and become what we receive in a world that like us, so desperately needs to be loved – and not feared.  AMEN.

22 February 2013

Sermon on Baptism and the Devil 27JAN13

I believe in the Devil and his demons and the struggle between good and evil in this world. My faith is in God the Father and Son and Holy Ghost, and the forgiveness of sins and the promise of salvation and the resurrection through Jesus. I believe in the legions of Angels God has watching over us, and the power of the Saints among us to help all believers along the way, if we have faith and seek them out. This sermon on Baptism is a powerful statement of faith and God's love and grace, and the Devil's constant attempts to turn us from God. From the Sarcastic Lutheran, Rev Nadia Bolz-Weber....


2013-1-27 NBW Sermon    <—-click here to listen along.
In the church of my childhood it was taught that the “age of accountability” was somewhere around 12. To hit the age of accountability was to, like,  spiritually go off of your parents’ insurance. At age 12 the clock starts ticking, spiritually speaking; you know right from wrong now and because of this you are accountable for every time you screw up. And if you sin knowing right from wrong and then die before you chose to be baptized, you might burn in Hell for eternity. So age 12, as you can imagine, is when kids start choosing to get baptized. The lag time between entering the age of accountability and having your slate wiped clean through baptism can be terrifying. Many of us kids would pray not to die in a car crash before we were baptized, like other people pray to not get sick before their employee benefits kick in.  So basically, Twelve year old Church of Christ kids experience a wave of devotion like a Great Awakening comprised only of 6th graders. And this is partly because we were all terrified of the devil and temptation and sin. Since, as we were told, all the bad things we’d done may have been washed clean in baptism, but the devil was waiting right outside the baptistery to try and get us to be bad again.
While I am certain evil exists I’m not sure it’s in the form of a red man with horns and pitchfork and tail.  That image that terrified me as a child is now a bit too cartoon-y for me to take seriously.
31 years later I still don’t know what to do with talk of the devil and demons or that whole “powers and principalities” thing. Like a good middle class mainline Protestant, I tend to arrogantly look down my theological nose at all of it as superstitious snake handling nonsense, as though it’s all the embarrassing spiritual equivalent of a Monster Truck Rally. At best I think the talk about demonic forces I hear in some parts of Christianity is no more than a result of ignorance and lack of education; at worse it’s just a way to externalize our own sin. Because if the Devil made me do it, then I don’t have to face the reality that perhaps I made me do it. Not to mention it’s all so ripe for abuse:  some of you guys have fallen victim to other Christians trying to cast out the so-called demon of homosexuality as though spiritual warfare and culture wars are one in the same thing.
Yet I know for a fact that evil exists.  And more and more I think it’s dangerous to pretend otherwise. Call it the devil, call it darkness call it what you will, it is out there. Darfur, Sandy hook, Penn State.  But it can be more subtle than that too: white lies, self-involvement, cheating.  Addiction, compulsion, depression. There are forces that seek to defy God that swirl around us and even within us.
Which brings me back to baptism and the Devil.  How awesome is that a few minutes ago we stood here and vowed to renounce the Devil and all his empty promises.  Take a moment to take that in.  When else do you get to stand in public and renounce evil?
So were you to ask me what good is baptism to us, I would have to say that, in part, it is humans partaking in an event of God which defies evil and forever claims us as God’s own.
Which is nice theological language, but what good is it to us really?  I mean really, really.  Well…that’s where Luther comes in.  Luther had some very real encounters with what he believed to be the devil.  But for him, rather than the devil tempting him to do bad things, the devil mainly tried to get him to doubt the power of God’s promises.  When Luther started to revert back to thinking that God was an angry hostile vengeful God he knew that it was the Devil trying to get him to doubt God’s grace.  And when Luther experienced this despair and discouragement he was known to throw an occasional ink pot at the devil while yelling I am baptized! Not I was baptized, but I am baptized.
To yell I am baptized! is to again renounce the devil and all his empty promises.  To yell I am baptized! at the forces of discouragement and addiction and every other thing that tries to rob you of the peace that is yours in Christ is to again renounce the devil and all his empty promises.  To yell I am baptized! when the power of fear and self-loathing and hubris and hatred creep in to try and tell you who you are, is to again renounce the devil and all his empty promises.  And this is now at your disposal Cassie.  It may sound crazy, but use it. It should totally come in handy.
Renouncing the Devil is awesome, but if baptism is in some part about the defiance of evil and all of its empty promises, it is even more so about the receiving of God and all of his binding promises.   So today as the waters of your baptisms glisten on your head from the mark of the cross, may you know this: You had about the same chance of choosing your God as you had in choosing your parents.  This God of Sara and Abraham, this God who so madly loved the world God created that God slipped into skin and walked among us as Jesus…this God who speaks through crazy prophets and kisses lepers and makes whole that which is broken, this very God has chosen you…claimed you and named you as God’s own.  It’s a wonderful mercy.  A wild mystery to have a God who comes down to claim you in water and words forever marking you as God’s own.
These promises of God are forever bound to you Cassie.  And to all the baptized.   It’s what we call a “done deal” You can’t escape them.  Because these promises will hunt you down and bring you new life as you die and are raised again and again in your baptismal walk.
And this will happen to you Cassie; this death and resurrection of the baptismal life.
So I really hope that you grow to love metanoia, which is repentance, changing your thinking and returning to God. For in the act of repentance there is the hope of new thinking, new acting, and new life which you simply don’t get when you still think you are right about something.  Don’t listen when people say that following Christ means being right.  To follow the crucified and resurrected one is to live as a people who get to be wrong –and be re-born to new life in Christ.  So I hope you are often wrong Cassie …so that you might drink deeply from this grace of God which makes all things new.  Because this is now a life of returning to your baptism.
So I hope in this baptismal life ahead of you that when you encounter water – this most common of substances which surrounds land and comprises our bodies…I hope when you drink it in; when you dive deep in a pool of it; when you wade in a stream of it; that even when you wash dishes with it; I hope that you are reminded of the promise of life eternal: a promise that life with God is as close to you as water and bread and wine and human bodies.  Because to be Christian is to know that the eternal is always contained in the present.
So may you not neglect to gather around the table in the community of Christ with all the other blessed and annoying sinners so that there you might behold who you are and become what you receive:– the very body of Christ for this hurt and broken and beautiful world.
And when voices other than God’s try to tell you your worth – when the categories of late stage capitalism or the siren song of professional advancement or the various ridiculous ranking systems in society, or your own head tries to tell you your value and trust me, this will happen, but when it does may you again remember your baptism – remember that you have renounced the Devil and all his empty promises and are marked with the cross of Christ and sealed by the Holy Spirit and that you belong to God, because nothing…nothing else gets to tell you who you are.
Amen

25 January 2013

JUST A REMINDER

Just a reminder.....
Do not oppress the widow, the orphan, the alien, or the poor; and do not devise evil in your hearts against one another.
- Zechariah 7:10 

02 August 2012

When Your Family Member Does The Unthinkable 1AUG12

THIS has to be a families worst nightmare. Here is a very good, compassionate piece from someone with first hand experience, from NPR.....
Wanda Kaczynski and her son David Kaczynski (right background) are escorted to their car by defense lawyers after Unabomber Theodore Kaczynski pleaded guilty Jan. 22, 1998, in Sacramento, Calif.
Enlarge John G. Mabanglo/AFP/Getty Images Wanda Kaczynski and her son David Kaczynski (right background) are escorted to their car by defense lawyers after Unabomber Theodore Kaczynski pleaded guilty Jan. 22, 1998, in Sacramento, Calif.
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At 5:45 a.m. on Friday, July 20, Arlene Holmes woke to the sound of the telephone. On the line was a man from ABC News. There had been a shooting in Aurora, Colo., the man explained. Her 24-year-old son, James, was the suspect. Did she have a comment?
In the wake of a tragedy like the Colorado shooting, the families of victims must navigate a complicated emotional landscape. But so, too, must the families of those charged with the crimes, as they suddenly face all kinds of deeply disturbing questions.
"Is there something wrong with us that this could emerge from us? That someone capable of murder could emerge from our family?"
That, says David Kaczynski, was the question that hung over his family after his brother, Ted, was arrested as the Unabomber.
David had actually played a role in his brother's arrest. In 1996, he went to the FBI with his suspicion that his brother and the Unabomber might be the same man.
For months he and his wife, Linda, worked with them in secret; no other family member knew. And then came the moment that David Kaczynski dreaded, the moment he had to introduce to his mother the incredible idea that her oldest son could be a killer.
Kaczynski remembers driving to his mother's apartment in Schenectady, N.Y., and knocking on the apartment door. He remembers the way the look of happiness on her face slowly gave way to a look of concern, and then, several minutes into his rambling, elliptical explanation, a look of horror.
When he had finally finished, Kaczynski says, his mother got up from her chair, put her arms around his neck and lightly kissed him on the cheek. Then, he says, she told him three things: That she knew this must be hard for him. That she knew he was a good man who loved his brother. That she knew David was wrong. She knew her oldest son, Ted, knew how fragile he was, and she knew Ted wasn't capable of murder. When the FBI really looks into all this, she explained to Kaczynski, they would see the same thing.
"They're going to investigate this, and they're going to find out that Ted is completely innocent," Kaczynski remembers her saying. "This is all going to go away like a bad dream."
But it didn't.
'Beyond Words'
About a week after Kaczynski's mother sweetly kissed his cheek and explained that he was wrong, he and his mother found themselves sitting in a house surrounded by television camers, watching Ted's arrest on the news.
"My wife, Linda, my mother, Wanda, and I are in our house," Kaczynski says. "Paradoxically, we're kind of the focus of the world's attention, but you couldn't have felt more isolated than we felt at that moment."
To protect themselves from the media, the family had disconnected the phone and covered the windows with blankets. They were totally alone, had no idea if they would lose their jobs, if their friends would abandon them, if they would have to move and change their identities. Their most basic sense of themselves as a good and decent family had been shaken.
And so inside the house, Kaczynski says, instead of conversation there was mostly silence. "To some extent, what had happened was beyond words," he says.
This undated family photo shows brothers David (left) and Ted Kaczynski (center) in a sandbox with neighbors.
Enlarge AP This undated family photo shows brothers David (left) and Ted Kaczynski (center) in a sandbox with neighbors.
For the eight days that his family was essentially under this media siege, and for many years after, Kaczynski says his family was plagued by a question — the same question that many of us find ourselves asking every time a mass murder occurs. Is it possible for such a terrible act to emerge from a normal family? Or does evil come from evil? That's the issue quietly being raised every time a family like this opens their mouths. Are you responsible, in some way, for unspeakable horror?
'We ... The Parents Of A Mass Murderer'
In 1982, Larry Robison brutally killed five people. The crime was incredibly ugly. One victim was a 6-year-old boy; another was maimed and decapitated.
At the time, his mother, Lois Robison, was a school teacher; so was her husband, Ken. She remembers talking to her husband the night of her son's arrest — how clear it was to him that the life they'd built toegether was now gone.
"He said, 'We will no longer be Lois and Ken Robison, the school teachers,' " Lois Robison says her husband told her. " 'We will be Lois and Ken Robison, the parents of a mass murderer.' "
But this was not a title that Lois Robison felt her family deserved. If the question these families face is — Are you responsible for evil? — from the perspective of Lois Robison, the answer was clearly no.
"If there was anything you could do to keep it from happening, we did it," she says. "We were in church every time the doors were open. We took our kids to Sunday school from the time they were born. Larry was in Scouts, the girls were in Scouts. Ken was a Scout leader."
And when, as a young man, her son Larry started having mental health problems, Robison says, she did everything she could to help him.
She had him hospitalized several times for his problems, but the institutions, she says, would never hold him longer than 30 days.
"I fought the state of Texas, I fought the county, I fought everybody to get him help," Lois Robison says.
At trial the state of Texas rejected the insanity defense, and Larry Robison was eventually put to death. But from Lois Robison's perspective, it was the mental illness, and not her son, that was responsible for those crimes. And this belief both neutralized her guilt and shaped her feelings about what it was that she should do next.
"We can crawl into a cave and pull a rock in after us," she says, "and just, you know, hibernate and stay away from the world. ... Or we can be up front and tell the truth and hope that it helps somebody in the future."
And so after her son was arrested, Robison started advocating for mental health issues. She went all over the country talking about access to care. "If I hadn't done that," she says, "I would have laid down and died."
For Most Families, A Silent Struggle
David Kaczynski made a similar choice. He didn't turn away; he stepped forward. His professional life is now defined by what happened with his brother. And while he says he's heartbroken about the pain his brother Ted caused, like Robison, he views the murderer in his family as mentally ill — schizophrenic — not evil.
A former social worker, Kaczynski speaks frequently about mental health issues and is executive director of a group that fights against the death penalty.
But most families who've found themselves in a similar position don't seem to settle the question that way. For whatever reason they turn in, not out, to struggle with the issue of whether they bear any responsibility for the crimes of their kin.
Kaczynski understands this struggle in a unique way; over the years he's made a habit of reaching out to other families in similar circumstances. Last year, after the shooting of Gabrielle Giffords, he contacted the lawyer for the family of Jared Lee Loughner. He says he also contacted the Cho family after their son, Seung-Hui, went on a rampage at Virginia Tech.
"I left a phone message for the sister, I think, some years ago," he says. "And Linda and I have talked about writing to the Holmes family as well, so we'll probably send them a letter, just to let them know that if they need someone to talk to, we're open to that."
Just days after the shooting, a lawyer for the Holmes family stood in front of a gaggle of reporters and, after reminding everyone that James Holmes had not yet been convicted of a crime, asked that the media respect the family's privacy.
Sixteen years ago, a lawyer for the Kaczynski family stood in front of a bank of microphones and essentially said the same thing. A little while later, David Kaczynski emerged from his house for the first time. The media was finally gone.
But the problem of guilt? Of what to think of yourself? Of what to do? It was only beginning.
http://www.npr.org/2012/08/01/157737038/when-your-family-member-does-the-unthinkable?ft=3&f=1001&sc=nl&cc=nh-20120802

26 July 2012

Sermon about Mary Magdalen, the massacre in our town, and defiant alleluias 22JUL12

THIS is the most sincere response to the horror of last Friday's (20JUL12) mass murder in Aurora, Colorado I have heard or read. Don't miss the real feeling and meaning of the message by just reading it, take the time to listen to it, to hear the emotion, the tears of Rev Bolz-Weber and the voices of the congregation, and if so moved, share this with others. You may also want to see my post on the reaction of the Amish community of Nickel Mines, PA to a mass shooting of children and how they were able to forgive the killer at AURORA, CO & NICKEL MINES, PA MASS SHOOTINGS AND FORGIVENESS 26JUL12 http://bucknacktssordidtawdryblog.blogspot.com/2012/07/aurora-co-nickel-mines-pa-mass.html
From The House For All Sinners And Saints' Rev. Nadia Bolz-Weber....


by Brother Robert Lentz
But Mary stood weeping outside the tomb. As she wept, she bent over to look* into the tomb; and she saw two angels in white, sitting where the body of Jesus had been lying, one at the head and the other at the feet. They said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping?’ She said to them, ‘They have taken away my Lord, and I do not know where they have laid him.’ When she had said this, she turned round and saw Jesus standing there, but she did not know that it was Jesus. Jesus said to her, ‘Woman, why are you weeping? For whom are you looking?’ Supposing him to be the gardener, she said to him, ‘Sir, if you have carried him away, tell me where you have laid him, and I will take him away.’ Jesus said to her, ‘Mary!’ She turned and said to him in Hebrew,*‘Rabbouni!’ (which means Teacher). Jesus said to her, ‘Do not hold on to me, because I have not yet ascended to the Father. But go to my brothers and say to them, “I am ascending to my Father and your Father, to my God and your God.” ’ Mary Magdalene went and announced to the disciples, ‘I have seen the Lord’; and she told them that he had said these things to her. -John 20
NBW Sermon 7-22-2012<—–click here to listen (i sing, and cry…seriously)
As a woman preacher, I can’t help but love St Mary Magdalen.  She was the first witness to the resurrection.  When I first discerned my call to be a preacher I got a tattoo of her on my forearm – it’s from a rare depiction in ancient Christian art – of her proclaiming the resurrection to the apostles.  I felt that when I needed to I could borrow her strength. And since today, July 22nd is her feast day we decided weeks ago to ditch the normal Sunday readings and celebrate her as an important saint to us.
But then Friday happened.  I was still in New Orleans when I saw the news of the shooting.  After praying that you were all safe I soon thought “we can’t really hold a celebration of a saint today…it just wouldn’t make any sense”
I had gone to New Orleans with an idea for a sermon on Mary Magdalen – a sermon about who gets to speak in the Bible and who gets to be named and blah blah blah.
And just as I was about to ditch it all and go with the regularly assigned reading for today I went back and again read this story of Mary Magdalen at the tomb and realized, given the violence and terror thrust upon our community this week, that maybe Mary had more to say about it than I could.  I decided again to borrow strength and voice from her.  So were I a pastor who titled her sermons this one would be WWMMP – What Would Mary Magdalen Preach?
I think Mary would not shy away from naming the darkness and despair of an event like Friday’s massacre.  She was familiar with darkness after all– Luke tells us that it is from Mary Magdalen that Jesus cast out 7 demons.  Then having been freed from her demons she followed Jesus and as the text tells us, even supported the ministry from her own pocketbook. And at the end it was Mary Magdalen who did not deny Jesus nor betray Jesus nor high tale it out when things got rough but she with just a couple other faithful women stood at the cross.  And after Jesus died, it was Mary who came to his tomb, as we are told, while it was still dark.
My Bishop Allan Bjornberg once said that the Greatest spiritual practice isn’t yoga or praying the hours or living in intentional poverty although these are all beautiful in their own way.  The greatest spiritual practice is just showing up.
And in some ways Mary Magdalen is like, the patron saint of just showing up.
Because showing up means being present to what is real, what is actually happening.  She didn’t necessarily know what to say or what to do or even what to think….but none of that is nearly as important as the fact that she just showed up.  She showed up at the cross where her teacher Jesus became a victim of our violence and terror.  She looked on as the man who had set her free from her own darkness bore the evil and violence of the whole world upon himself and yet still she showed up.
I think St Mary Magdalen, were she your preacher, would be braver that I.  She would not shy away from the dark reality of innocent people slaughtered while it was still night.  She would show up and name the events of 2 days ago exactly what they were: horrific, evil, senseless violence without a shred of anything redemptive about it.
And I think that were Mary Magdalen here she would have very little tolerance for the platitudes and vapid optimism of so much overly-churched Christianity.  Those are simply luxuries of people who’ve never had demons.  But equally would she abohor nihilism or the idea that there is no real meaning in life – ideas present in so much of post-modernity…that too, is a luxury but it is one of those who have never been freed from demons.
I think she would show up and tell us that despite it all despite the violence and fear that it’s still always worth it to love God and to love people and always, always it is worth it to sing alleluia.  For surely the devil hates the sound of it.
Speaking of which, I thought for a moment of cancelling Beer & Hymns on Friday night.  We have so much fun at that event and I though that perhaps it wasn’t the right thing to do that night. Thankfully that thought only lasted a moment.  Then I posted on Facebook that that night we would still gather to sing praises to God, for, as the funeral mass says even as we go to the grave still we make our song alleluia.
And then after Beer & Hymns we sat in a noisy Denver bar and sang Vespers together, we sang our prayer to God, and in our singing I heard a defiant tone.  The sound of a people who simply will not believe that violence wins, a people who know that the sound of the risen Christ speaking each of our names drowns out all other voices.
It drowns out the sound of the political posturing, the sound of cries for vengeance, the sound of our own fears and anxieties and the deafening uncertainty – because all of it is no match for the shimmering sound of the resurrected Christ calling our name. Because in baptism we are a people marked by the cross of Christ.  Upon our foreheads is the mark of violence and death but this violence and death has been overcome by the love of a God who in the 3 days between Good Friday and Easter reached into the very bowels of hell and said even here I will not be without you.  //This is the God to whom we sing.  A God who didn’t say we would never be afraid but that we would never be alone. A God who shows up.  In the violence of the cross, in the darkness of a garden before dawn, in the gardener, in a movie theater, in the basement of a bar.
In 2010, on that first evening after the earthquake in Haiti, news reports came in that said that when night fell on the streets of Port AU Prince people were singing hymns and psalms. Blessed be God, they sang.  People were singing praises to God amidst their entire world destroyed.
It’s important to note that to sing praises to God amongst destruction and violence is not the same thing as saying Hey God we think you’re awesome for allowing these horrible things to happen.  To sing praise to God amidst destruction and violence is to simply put evil in it’s place.  It’s to draw a line and say here and no further.  For the devil surely hates the sound of alleluia.
This is why here at House on the evening of Good Friday we took the purple tulips that we had laid at the cross during the liturgy and we drove to where a teenage boy had shot and killed another teenage boy the week before. We laid those holy flowers at the site of the murder and we sang Holy God Holy and Mighty Holy and Immortal have mercy upon us.
Singing in the midst of evil is what it means to be disciples like Mary Magdalen.
Because to be disciples like Mary Magdalen is to show up.  It is to be a people who stand – who stand at the cross and stand in the midst of evil and violence and even if we are uncertain we are still unafraid to be present to all of it.   We are unafraid to name the dark demons of evil and to call a thing what it is. And to be disciples like Mary Magdalen is also to be a people who weep. A people who show up to the tombs and weep.  Weep for ourselves and weep for each other and weep for our city and weep for dead 6 year old girls.  And to be disciples like Mary Magdalen is to be a people who listen and turn at the sound of our names.  Amongst the sounds of sirens and fear and isolation and uncertainty and loss we hear a sound that muffles all the rest: that still, small voice of Christ speaking our names.  And finally, the very reason we can do these things is not because we happen to be the people with the best set of skills for this work.  Trust me, we are not.  But the reason we can be disciples like Mary Magdalen – the reason we can stand and we can weep and we can listen is because finally we, like Mary are bearers of resurrection.  We know that on the 3rd day he rose again.  We do not need to be afraid. Because to sing to God amidst all of this is to defiantly proclaim like Mary Magdalen did to the apostles, that death is simply not the final word. To defiantly say that a light shines in the darkness and the darkness can not will not shall not overcome it.  And so, evil be damned, because even as we go to the grave, still we make our song Alleluia. Alleluia. Alleluia.
Amen.

http://www.patheos.com/blogs/nadiabolzweber/2012/07/sermon-about-mary-magdalen-the-masacre-in-our-town-and-defiant-alleluias/