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What is the Golden Rule?

Red HandBaha'i Faith:
"Blessed is he who preferreth his brother before himself."

Yellow HandBuddhism: Christianity:
"Hurt not others in "As you wish that men that you yourself would would do to you, do so find hurtful." to them."
--Udana-Varga 5:18 --Luke 6:31

Black HandConfucianism: Hinduism:
"Do not unto others "Do naught unto others what you would not have which would cause you them do unto you." pain if done to you."
--Analects 15:23 --Mahabharata 5:1517

Pink HandIslam: Judaism:
"No one of you is a "That which is hateful believer until he desires unto you, do not impose for his brother that which on others he desires for himself."
--Talmud, Shabbat 31a --Sunnah

Brown HandSikhism: Taoism:
"As thou deemest thyself, "Regard your neighbor's so deem others." gain as your own gain and your neighbor's
loss as your own loss."
--T'ai Shang Kan Ying P'ien

Yellow HandWicca: Zoroastrianism:
"An ye harm none, That nature alone is do what ye will." good which refrains --Wiccan Rede from doing unto another
whatsoever is not good
for itself."
--Dadistan-i-dinik 94:5

What Do Influential People Have To Say About The Golden Rule?

Black Hand"I can't understand, what makes a man hate another man. People are people"

Depeche Mode

Pink Hand"Every man, my brother. Every woman, my sister.
Every old man, my grandfather. Every old woman, my grandmother.
Every crying child, my child. Every wounded soul, my soul."

Frank MacEowen

Red Hand"When we say 'War is over if you want it,' we mean that if everyone demanded peace instead of another
television set, we'd have peace."

John Lennon

Yellow Hand"Every child smiles in the same language."

Anonymous

Black Hand"Unexpected kindness is the most powerful, least costly and most underrated agent of human change. Kindness
that catches us by surprise brings out the best in our natures."

Senator Bob Kerrey

Pink Hand"We cannot change what happened anymore. The only
thing we can do is to learn from the past and to realize
what discrimination and persecution of innocent people means. I believe that it's everyone's responsibility to fight prejudice."

Otto Frank (father of Anne Frank)

Red Hand"You must not lose faith in humanity. Humanity is an ocean; if a few drops of the ocean are dirty, the ocean does not become dirty. Where there is love there is life."

Mahatma Gandhi

Yellow Hand"If I am not for myself, who will be for me? If I am not for others, what am I? And if not now, when?"

Rabbi Hillel

Black Hand"Patriotism is when love of your own people comes first; nationalism, when hate for people other than your own comes first."

Charles de Gaulle

Pink Hand"If all this suffering does not help us to broaden our horizon, to attain a greater humanity by shedding all trifling and irrelevant issues, then it will all have been for nothing"

Etty Hillesum

Brown Hand"Intolerance: a veil worn to disguise fear and ignorance."

Binda Fraser, Ontario Canada

Yellow Hand"When you find peace within yourself, you become the kind of person who can live at peace with others."

Mildred Norman, The Peace Pilgrim

Black Hand"If we have no peace, it is because we have forgotten
we belong to each other."

Mother Teresa

Pink Hand"Just as you have the instinctive natural desire to be happy and overcome suffering, so do all sentient beings; just as you have the right to fulfill this innate aspiration, so do all sentient beings. so on what grounds do you discriminate?"

His Holiness the Dalai Llama

Red Hand"Happily the government of the United States, which gives to bigotry no sanction and to persecution no assistance, requires only that they who live under its protection should demeanor themselves as good citizens."

President George Washington

Yellow Hand"All [we are] trying to do is tell America we are not mascots. We are people of dignity, we are people of character, we are people of pride."

Billy Mills (Oglala Lakota Sioux), Olympic gold medalist, author, mentor, youth teacher, speaking about the use of Native-American characterizations as sports team mascots.

Black Hand"Racism is a learned affliction and anything that is learned can be unlearned"

Jane Elliott

Pink Hand"The mind of the bigot is like the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour upon it, the more it will contract."

Oliver Wendell Holmes

Red Hand"If a man calls me a nigger, he is calling me something I am not. The nigger exists only in his own mind; therefore his mind is the nigger. I must feel sorry for such a man."

Dick Gregory

Yellow Hand"In Germany they first came for the Communists and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Communist. Then they came for the Jews, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a Jew. Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn't speak up because I wasn't a trade unionist. Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn't speak up because I was a Protestant." "Then they came for me --- and by that time no one was left to speak up."

German Pastor Martin Niemoller

Black Hand"I let no man drag me down so low as to make me hate him."

Booker T. Washington

Pink Hand"You must be the change you wish to see in the world."

Mahatma Gandhi

Red Hand"If we leave somebody behind for something as ridiculous as skin color, we all lose."

Janet Langert (wife of Secretary of Defense William Cohen)

Yellow Hand"Marches alone can't bring integration - when human
respect is disintigrating. "Think of all the hate there is in Red China - then look around to Selma, Alabama."

lyrics from "Eve of Destruction" (1965) by Barry McGuire

Black Hand"Hate is like a cancer. It doesn't matter if you have a
little cancer or a lot of cancer - it's still cancer!"

Unknown

Pink Hand"You are a human being. You have rights inherent in that reality. You have dignity and worth that exists prior to law."

Lyn Beth Neylon, Human Rights USA director

Red Hand"Everyone knows how my brother died. I want you to know how he lived"

Mary Nell Verrett, sister of James Byrd Jr., talking about her brother

Yellow Hand"Let us rise up tonight with a greater readiness. Let us stand with a greater determination. And let us move on in these powerful days, these days of challenge, to make America what it ought to be."

Rev. Martin Luther King Jr., on the night before his assassination

Brown Hand"We may have different religions, different languages,
different colored skin, but we all belong to one human race.
We all share the same basic values."

Kofi Annan, United Nations Secretary General

Pink Hand"I swore never to be silent whenever and wherever human beings endure suffering and humiliation. We must always take sides. Neutrality helps the oppressor, never the victim. Silence encourages the tormentor, never the tormented."

Elie Wiesel

Red Hand"As long as you keep a person down, some part of you has to be down there to hold him down, so it means you cannot soar as you otherwise might."

Marian Anderson (1897-1993), singer

Black Hand"Remember, to hate, to be violent, is demeaning. It means you're afraid of the other side of the coin -- to love and be loved."

James Baldwin (1924-1987), writer

Pink Hand"Each person must live their life as a model for others."

Rosa Parks, civil rights heroine, after she learned that she was to be given an honorary doctorate by the University of Southern California

Red Hand"We will remember not the words of our enemies,
but the silence of our friends."

Rev. Martin Luther King Jr.

Red Hand"Prejudices are what fools use for reason."

Voltaire

Yellow Hand"The only good that can come out of these nail bombs is that they spur all of us, whatever race, age, creed or sexuality, to work harder to build the one-nation Britain that the decent majority want, and to bring our community closer together."

British Prime Minister Tony Blair, after the capture of the person who set off several bombs in the Soho area of London

Black Hand"Idealistic and realistic are only separated by changing someone's mind."

Ananda Lewis, MTV veejay

Pink Hand"The less secure a man is, the more likely he is to have extreme prejudice."

Clint Eastwood

Red Hand"I have fought too long and hard against discrimination
based on race and color, and I'm not about to stand by and not fight against discrimination based on sexual orientation. I want to create a national beloved community where we can enhance the dignity of all humankind."

John Lewis, Congressman and Civil Rights pioneer

Yellow Hand"When we look at modern man we have to face the fact that modern man suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit, which stands in glaring contrast to his scientific and technological abundance, we've learned to fly the air like
birds, we've learned to swim the seas like fish, and yet we havent learned to walk the earth as brothers and sisters."

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.

Black Hand"I believe in a America that is officially neither Catholic,
Protestant nor Jewish - where no public official either requests or accepts instructions from the pope, The National Council of Churches or any other ecclesiastical source - where no religious body seeks to impose its will directly or indirectly upon the general populace or the public acts of its officials - and where religious liberty is so indivisible that an act against one church is treated as an act against all."

Pres. John Fitzgerald Kennedy

Pink Hand"Think of it! I, who was once bought and sold, and whipped simply because it was thought I had opened a book...It is a great thing to have lived to see this day come." (when asked about his book)

From "Recollections of my Slavery Days," the memoir of William Henry Singleton

Red Hand"Be young, have fun, smash racism."

Ben Frazier (Founder of Anti-Racist Action of Texas)

Yellow Hand"Injustice anywhere is a danger to justice everywhere."

Rev. Martin Luther King

What You Have To Say About The Golden Rule?

Black Hand Tibet by: Connie Marcum-Wong © 2009

My heart aches for your hearts
That break. I shed tears for
The forgotten years—
The tortured monks and nuns--
For your people who suffer still
With no voice to teach
Your hopeless hungry young.
Only your elder's tears
Speak of the deep sorrow
Of your lost lives, lost culture,
Your sacred Buddhist beliefs,
Your divine history that
Continues to be destroyed.
Even as your dead fall
You do not hate . . .
You only wish to liberate
Those loving souls who
Remain as strangers in their
Own beloved land.
I will be your voice
To join with other voices that
Will help you attain freedom.

You can write to Connie at (connieauras@yahoo.com)


Pink HandMake the choice not to hate by: Patricia Robinson

Prejudice a word, that feels wrong-- a feeling without rhyme or song..
A feeling felt by anyone--a feeling that cant be fun..
Prejudice simmers beneath the soul--embedding itself, making our bodies cruel and cold..
Its a whisper yelling in that weak ones ear--over powering positive thoughts, creating fear..
Telling us hating is just and right--and when the message becomes to real, we have to fight..
Before we know it, even the whispers, we start to feel--as the touch of hate becomes so real..
We start to hate those we don't even know--as the negative of hate, even dims loves glow..
Hate comes in all shades of skin--its our choices, that keeps the hate with in..
Hate can steal one or a whole family--but love and God can help us see..
Its up to us to challenge that which feels wrong--our choices keeps us from weakness and going along..
Its a paranoia, a mental distrust of others--this prejudice thing can even make you hate your mother..
Its a blindness we allow ourselves, you and me--a hate that keeps us from being able to see..
From seeing the brightness of love glowing from others --that kind of love, that glows when we make a stranger a sister, a brother..
Ive learned to give the heart time to feel--and when the time comes , youll know its real..
We have to deal with the consequences, your fate--please make the choice not to hate..

You can write to Patricia at (Lifeteller7@aol.com)

Red HandUntitled by: Collins McCoy

Love for humanity should be as deep as the sea
But if you are afraid to get wet,
this understanding for you will bever be.
Peace and love 2 all mankind even when it hurts.

You can write to Collins at (jmccoy22@cfl.rr.com)

Yellow HandUntitled by: Jaz Ali

If you hate me, can you love any other?
When you're hating your lover, your sister, your mother
I am a mongrel, and in this I find no shame
In 100 years time, we'll both be the same
Decayed and forgotten, under earth so deep
Wrapped in a blanket of deaths eternal sleep
How can you think that it's just to defile
The peace I have had all my life since a child?
I used to think I'd hate you for all that you do
But I've no quarrel with myself, and so I've no hatred for you

You can write to Jaz at (supersexy_bubblegumbabe@hotmail.com)

Black Hand Heavenly Darkness by: Philip E. Oliphant

I turn on the set and concede
the fatality rate continues to rise.
Hate searches the world,
imitating truth but deeds portraying lies.

Northern Ireland. The faithful
pray for peace and sigh.
Harlem. The restless
worship crack and slowly die.

With bats the righteous
beat gays to make them straight.
Gays seek justice,
rejected by church and state.

The chosen say, "look to yourself
for someone to blame."
With contempt they dismiss the homeless
and fail to see their pain.

You can write to Philip at (poliphant@cox.net)

Harmonious Relations by: Connie Marcum-Wong © 2007

Take notice of your hand.
Each finger moves separately.
Each finger is a different size,
Yet all belong to the same hand.
All nationalities may be seen as
Different fingers on the same hand.
Would you cut off a finger if
It looked different, felt different,
Or if it were scarred or ugly, or
Couldn’t move as well as the others?
If one finger is broken, the other
Fingers are gathered and may be
Joined together to support the
Broken finger so that it may heal.
I pray that one day I may see all our
Fingers well, working together and able
To move with each other in harmony.

You can write to Connie at (connieauras@yahoo.com)

Pink HandWe All Bleed Red by: Kate Trice

I walk into a restaurant
for a sub and a coke
I see you girls
you sneer you laugh and you joke
you judge me by my skin
without knowing the me within
you make comments most unjust
because my paleness you don't trust
I show my love in the way
my heart says I must
You hate me because of my man's skin
but let me tell you this
my man,
has a pure heart you need to wise up
and realize this fact
it is the 21st century
remember this
to get back on track
a fact we all must concede
when you are cut
what color do you bleed?
In the grave it won't matter much
whether you are pale or you are dark
we might just be neighbors
you and I
in that cemetery park
When we get sick
we go to the same place
the doctor, the hospital, the morgue
and when we are cut
what color do we bleed?
Yes, I give my love
to a black man
and yes I have white skin
but if you take the time to heed
you will see
when we are cut
what color do we bleed?
we all bleed
RED

You can write to Kate at (mouse_3603@yahoo.com)

Red Hand"Through my Granddad's Eye's" By Madison Stoneman

Dedicated to my Granddad who survived the Holocaust but was tormented by it for the rest of his life.
Sept.22, 1929 - June 11, 1984

Introduction:

I quite often wonder about my Granddad's life and how his experience molded him into the person he became. My Granddad Stanislaw Hilary Orlowski was one of the lucky ones for he witnessed the effects of the Holocaust and survived, or did he?

I try to imagine being a nine year old child and I reflect back to what I did. I played soccer, went swimming, played Nintendo and went to Disney World. My Grand dad spent his child hood in occupied Poland during the Holocaust.

Cries rang through his ears like an alarm, Stanislaw ran to see his mother who sat at the kitchen table with her hands covering her face sobbing uncontrollably. Stanislaw took her hands away from her face and he held her hands. "What is wrong?" he asked with a sinking feeling building in the pit of his stomach. His mother gasped for air trying to control her breathing. "You know your father and grand father went away to help fight for Poland?" his mother started, he nodded and lowered his head knowing that what she said next would not be good. "I just received word that they were killed last night," She said wiping the tears from Stanislaw's cheeks and bringing him into her arms to comfort him. Bad news did not come as a surprise to Stanislaw any more after the news of his father and grand father's deaths; he almost became accustomed to it.

Stanislaw and the rest of his Family, his mother, and two sisters Lydia and Anna continued life in their home; this lasted only for a short period of time. Stanislaw woke to his mother shaking him "get your clothes, get what ever you can". Confused he got out of his bed and packed his small brown suitcase. He packed his two best pairs of pants, and his favorite shirts, and plenty of socks and underwear. Stanislaw had just finished packing when his sister Lydia came into his room. "Lets go, we must leave right now, Mother is waiting for us out side with Anna" she said helping him carry his bag out side with hers. Outside their home were Nazi soldiers standing along the street awaiting the evacuation of the families of the neighborhood. Lydia pulled Stanislaw past the men with her head down avoiding eye contact at all costs. However Stanislaw seemed to be examining the soldier. When he looked up at the Nazi he stood tall like a giant to Stanislaw, he had a black uniform, with black boots and black helmet; the helmet had a swastika placed at the side just above his temple. A matching swastika, just a few sizes larger was worn on his right arm. The Nazi also wore a merciless face and a look of pride. "Come Stanislaw" Lydia said squeezing his hand. The family walked fast until they could no longer see their home. With out a home they found a small over hang from a building that became their new residence.

Being raised in an affluent home, hunger was a word Stanislaw and his family never knew, now it was a part of his every day life. Stanislaw spent his days on the streets with hunger ripping through his body and gnawing at his stomach hoping that maybe someone would drop a crumb for him.

Hunger was not the only torture that Stanislaw felt, he was tortured with what was going on in the streets where he now lived. Under Hitler's reign in the pursuit of an Aryan race he saw many of his Jewish friends that where living in the ghettos with him disappear into Auschwitz the largest of the Nazi concentration camps. At night the screams of the people, the gunshots and the putrid smell of burning and rotting flesh that came from the camps kept him awake praying he would not be taken next. It was fear of Stanislaw's that he may be next to join his other friends who were selected to go to the concentration camps to be converted into Nazi's because they fit the Aryan characteristics of blonde hair and blue eyes, he did not want to be a part of this any more then what he already was.

The weeks turned to months and the months into years. Stanislaw was a proud member of the Catholic Church and an alter boy for them whenever he could make it to a service. Through the church he was given the opportunity to leave Poland under ground. With the support of his family he left for a better life. He left one year before the end of the war, with no family or friends and no understanding of the English language. After five years of hard work and discrimination in the United States he moved to Canada where he was finally free.

You can write to Madison at (threedaysgrace_fan_5@hotmail.com)

Yellow Hand"Another Day" By Lori Weaver, age 24

Another day goes by
Another week goes by
Another month goes by
All in the bat of an eye and I
Don’t think I’m dreaming
Cuz in my dreams I can fly…
But in this place there’s no peace
There’s no rest for the weary or strength for the weak
And you can call out for help
But they’re all fast asleep
Or half conscious
In a dreamless state
Where their days are made of hours
And their hours equal pay
They’ve forgotten how to live
And they’ve forgotten how to play
Forgotten that we used to call each tree by its name
They’ll stare you down like you’re different
Cuz they forget we’re all the same:
All one mind
All one god
All one brain…
And when I look in your eyes I see my own face
I see past all your addictions
And beyond your race
I look farther, deeper, into a sacred space
Where there’s only peace and grace
Your body is a vessel that was made to encase
The light that exists
Whether or not you admit it
You can choose worry and fear
Or you can be calm and sit
We’re all frustrated and weak
And sick of this shit
But you can dissolve all your problems with breath
You can inhale the truth ‘til there’s nothing else left
Watch the lies crumble and wonder
How the secret was kept
Hidden from sight
You have the power to turn the darkness to light
And you don’t have the option to give up in this fight
They say we can’t tell the difference
Between what’s wrong and what’s right
We need religion and government
And more menu choices
But when’s the last time you heard people raising their voices
In song or in prayer or in protest, for that matter?
Scream from your soul and this illusion will shatter!
I’m sick of being served death on a silver platter
And accepting it just because the presentation is nice
Sick of being a slave to addiction and vice
And I’m sick of this sorry excuse for a life!
I am through with being powerless and feeling weak
I’m unfolding this tapestry and my colors run deep
My dreams no longer bound
By the constraints of sleep…
This is liberation
Of the purest kind…
They said democracy was freedom…
But now we’re freeing our minds.

Copyright 2002, All Rights Reserved
You can write to Lori at (lorimweaver@yahoo.com)

Black Hand"Without" By Rich A. Norris

Without hate there would be no crime,
Racism would crumble to dust,
Pessimism would turn to optimism,
War would become obsolete,
Pride would give humility it's due time
Self-degradation would be without a doubt totally irrational,
Fear would have no light,
Possibilities would become realities and
Love would grow indefinitely...

You can write to Rich at (Rbiceps13@aol.com)

Pink Hand"Untitled" By Leah, age 15

creations that breathe,
classified by color,
set into a seperate world
for them and no other.

a reason so weak,
the reason gets duller,
but why does our blood
spill the same color?

we came from the same,
a father and mother,
i'm not going to spend my life
being a color.

Red Hand"I'll Never Return" By Meena (1957-1987) founding leader of Revolutionary Association of the Women of Afghanistan (RAWA)

I'm the woman who has awoken
I've arisen and become a tempest through the ashes of my burnt children
I've arisen from the rivulets of my brother's blood
My nation's wrath has empowered me
My ruined and burnt villages fill me with hatred against the enemy,
I'm the woman who has awoken,
I've found my path and will never return.
I've opened closed doors of ignorance
I've said farewell to all golden bracelets
Oh compatriot, I'm not what I was
I'm the woman who has awoken
I've found my path and will never return.
I've seen barefoot, wandering and homeless children
I've seen henna-handed brides with mourning clothes
I've seen giant walls of the prisons swallow freedom in their ravenous stomach
I've been reborn amidst epics of resistance and courage
I've learned the song of freedom in the last breaths, in the waves of blood and in victory
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, no longer regard me as weak and incapable
With all my strength I'm with you on the path of my land's liberation.
My voice has mingled with thousands of arisen women
My fists are clenched with the fists of thousands compatriots
Along with you I've stepped up to the path of my nation,
To break all these sufferings all these fetters of slavery,
Oh compatriot, Oh brother, I'm not what I was
I'm the woman who has awoken
I've found my path and will never return.

RAWA website: http://www.rawa.org

Yellow Hand"The Lazy Soul" By Heath Gibson

The dangerous man tarries and waits
While the world fights, screams, kills and hates

The weird kid, black kid, the Jew, and always the gay
People are just too lazy to see the error of their ways

Climb out of your hole, you minds and souls that refuse to start

To face your fears, erase your hate, and change your prejudice heart.

You can write to Heath at (gordonheath@yahoo.com)

Black Hand"For the Boy" By Erin age 16

I cried for the boy who never knew me.
I cried for the boy because he was different.
I cried for the boy when they teased him.
I cried for the boy when they hurt him.
I cried for the boy when they took it too far.
I cried for the boy when he took his life into his own hands and left this world.
I cried for the boy because I saw it all happen
I cried because I never said anything to stop it.
I cried because I laughed at their jokes.
I cried because he never hurt anyone.
I cried because he was alone.
I cried for his family.
I cried for not talking to him when I knew I could have been a friend.
I cried for the life he will never experience.
I cried for the boy I should have known.

You can write to Erin at (Erin27V@aol.com)

Pink HandSo many gods, so many creeds,
so many paths that wind and wind
while just the art of being kind
is all the sad world needs.

--Ella Wheeler Wilcox, American poet, 1896

Red Hand"If the World was Blind" By: Anna McBride, age 17

Why is the color on the outside of me
so important to you?

Who would you like me to be?
What would you like me to do?

Do you want everyone to act,
and look exactly the same?

All the hate, and the fighting,
people like you are to blame.

Sometimes I wish that the whole world was blind,
So you could only see people for what's
on the inside.

We would all look at the world through
non-judgmetal eyes.

This hate is getting us no where,
can't you just realize?

If only the world was blind.....

You can write to Anna at (mrsmagoo2001@yahoo.com)

Yellow Hand"THE KILLER" a poem by John English

He is as old as time yet vigorously young.
He works by day, by night to get life's strings unstrung.
In every corner of the room he lies in wait;
At each and every meal he sits upon your plate.
He crawls upon your skin, invades each body part,
He infiltrates your brain and then attacks your heart.
He owns your nervous system, flows throughout your blood.
Contagion he: man, woman, child are all his food.
The only cure is Love, if not applied too late...
His name is hate!

Copyright John English, Canada, 1998. Be sure to write John (johnlive@live.ca) and let him know what you think of his poem.

Black Hand"SEE ME"

You look
But don't see me.
You see a crutch
A bald head
A scar
A disease
An object of pity
You don't see the person
The determination
The fear
The vitality
The passion for living
The capacity for love
Open your eyes
And look without prejudice
Look beyond my leg
Look beyond my illness
Look into my world.
See the many pieces,
not just one.
A complete person.
Open your eyes
And see me.

Madeleine Alston, 1981-1998

Pink Hand"Ignorance" by Leslie Shockley, Kansas City, Missouri

Stupidity has taken over,
I think we've lost the war.
Ignorance has taken over,
I can't stand it anymore.
Genocide and living lies,
An enemies defeat.
Telling others how it's wrong,
A hypocrites elite.
Like a communist democracy,
Not making any sense.
Retaliation and refugees,
A revolution of repents.
We have to teach the youth,
Action must be taken
Like a tree full of poisonous fruit,
This world must be shaken
Stupidity has taken over,
I think we've lost the war.
Ignorance has taken over,
I can't stand it any more.
Unsure memories,
Of years past movements.
Never well planned,
But looking towards improvements.
Thinking is a gift,
Like a parcel waiting for you.
Once it is discovered,
You will find your mind is true.

Red HandEMPATHY

He prayed -- it wasn't my religion.
He ate -- it wasn't what I ate.
He spoke -- it wasn't my language.
He dressed -- it wasn't what I wore.
He took my hand -- it wasn't the color of mine.
But when he laughed -- it was how I laughed,
and when he cried -- it was how I cried.

written by 16-year-old Amy Maddox of Bargersville, Indiana.

Yellow HandORPHAN PREJUDICE

I, as many other boys and girls, lived many a lonely year in
the Children's Home Society in Jacksonville, Florida. I remember having a black woman as the cook: her name was Charity. There was another black woman named Nancy, who cleaned the offices. Then there was this older black man. We called him "Old Mack." He took care of the yards and grounds during the week. All three of them
really worked the hell out of us kids.

After leaving the orphanage, I began to learn about this thing called "prejudice." It never made much sense to me, and I never really could get into it. After careful consideration, I found it very difficult to dislike someone of a different color. Especially when the black people that I knew at the orphanage always treated me better than my own "white" parents. You know, the ones who dumped me in an orphanage like a piece of trash.

I wish to dedicate this story, with all due respect, to the memory of Mr. James Byrd, Jr. of Jasper, Texas. Roger Dean Kiser, Sr. Please visit Mr. Kiser's website and read some of his other writings.

Black Hand"THE COLD WITHIN" By: James Patrick Kinney

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In dark and bitter cold
Each one possessed a stick of wood,
Or so the story's told.
Their dying fire in need of logs,
The first woman held hers back.
For on the faces around the fire,
She noticed one was black.
The next man looking cross the way,
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.
The third one sat in tattered clothes,
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use,
To warm the idle rich?
The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store.
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy, shiftless poor.
The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.
The last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.
The logs held tight in death's still hands
Was proof of human sin.
They didn't die from the cold without,
They died from ---THE COLD WITHIN.

Pink Hand"Today" By: Sami Schalk, age 14

What if today,
We all went blind,
Would we still know,
Black from white?

What if today,
We all went blind,
Would our nations
Continue to fight?

What if today,
We all went blind,
Would we know one race,
From another?

What if today,
We all went blind,
Would you mistake me,
For your brother?

And if today,
We all went blind,
The world becoming,
An unknown place.
Would you be able,
To trust me?
Without seeing the color,
Of my face?

If today,
We all went blind,
Today would be the day,
When we would all,
Hate ourselves,
For what we thought,
But did not say.

You can write to Sami at (schalksd@muohio.edu)

"Death To Hate" By: Ian Glass, age 17

A world separated by colors and creeds, filled with too many bigots that nobody needs.
They try to make you believe that its not okay to think for yourself if you are gay.
They will constantly come back and attack you and you're family if you are black.
They will treat you the same and wont question what you do until they find out that you are a Jew.
They will lock you away, keep you under the gun if they find out that you are a native son.
The world doesn't need people that hate.
And for the innocent it may already be too late.
Deep down inside we are all the same.
All that separates us are labels and names.
Don't sit there and let the hate take place.
Just so that you can save face.
Stand up and fight and raise your fist.
And say that's enough and resist.
We must stand together because time just wont wait.
We must stand as one and bring death to hate.

You can write to Ian at (Ratm309920@aol.com)