WhistleBlowers

Lacking eloquence.  Maybe.

Maybe it doesn't have to be eloquent.  Maybe it just has to connect to something within you.  Within me.  Something that ties our humanity together.

What if you didn't know who I was.  Gender.  Age.  Appearance.  Would the words resonate more?  Less?  What if I were 90.  Would that make a difference.  It shouldn't.

A friend this morning told me about her dad.

"He wants what you want. He is a boots in the mud hunter.  Everywhere he goes he gets a hunting license.  He is a nice guy but you are too different," she says.

She knows me.  She knows herself.  She is one progressive woman.  Says what she thinks, is kind, is more than courageous.  I like that.  Courage.

Her mom is still a helicopter mom in her mid sixties.  I found that incredibly hard to relate to.  My blank face speaks volumes about that.  It is all too similar in some ways. Some go through the motions of it.  Some feel it and daughters intuit it.  Does it really matter how it is expressed?  It is felt.

Tomorrow I am going to see the film, Truth.  It is about Dan Rather spilling the goods on George W. Bush.  I remember the story that broke.  His apology.  His not needing an apology but sucuumbing to CBS pressure.  He was ultimately released by CBS.

Robert Redford will do a fine job on this.  I can't wait to see it.  We need more whistleblowers.