This sad day...

Hi All,

 

How many times will we witness the shooting of our children with guns of war where there are no background checks, no training, no rules of the road for guns in Texas and in many other states.

 How many empty tears are we going to shed before people stand up and say ENOUGH?

 

 Yesterday, the minority leader of the Senate offered the same old tired message of being heart broken and saying "There are no words"

 

You're darn right there are no words, action is needed in Congress not empty words.

 

I know the pain of losing a young person in my life.

 

My cousin, Andrew Goodman, was murdered in Mississippi in 1964 by 17 Klansmen who murdered 3 young men who were helping to register African Americans to vote.
I was 18 years old.

 

I will never forget the terror of that moment.

 

Imagine what the parents and surviving children of Texas are going through right now.

 

They will never fully recover from this awful awful scene. No one ever does.

 

What I cannot stand is people offering their empty prayers and crocodile tears.

 

Yesterday, David Hogg, a survivor of the Parkland shootings, watched Mitch McConnell read his canned, predictable words. Someone asked David what did he think?

 

His answer was a not so polite "take those words and shove them you know where"
I think most of would say the same.

 

We all need to get beyond words of empty sympathy and get off our behinds and make action happen on guns.

 

Here are some ways you help.

 

Elections are coming up in Novemember. Make sure that you know who is running for your state positons in  your district. Call their office and ask them a direct question.

Do you support Federal legistation for background checks on all guns sold in the country?

90% of Americans all agree on that.

Why are we letting ourselves be controlled by monsters?

 

 We need serious people in Washington who can offer far more than platitudes. It is our job to make sure we elect people at the State and Federal level who actually give a damn.

 

I know our Senators in states like Illinois and New York and California implement sensible gun controls in a heartbeat but it is not enough. It needs to be done on a Federal level.

 

We need to give some of our time and money to groups who are backing other people in
other states who have nothing to offer but empty platitudes when our kids are shot up.

 

We are all in this together.
School shootings can happen anywhere.

 

Let's help control our own destiny for the sake of our children and young people.

 

Jane

Jane Mark
JAM Marketing Inc

 

 

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Changing the way your story ends.

 

9-11 I  Was There.

 

I live in New York City, ten blocks from the Twin Towers.

 

They were always my guideposts home whenever I was tooling around New York or flying in from some speaking engagement or trip I was on.

 

On 9.11, 2001, I awoke to a glorious Fall day in New York City and, as is my routine, I hurried out to my neighborhood bank at
around 8.50 am to make a deposit.

 

The bank is to the North of me on Broadway. My focus was North as I left my house.

 

When I entered the bank, I heard sounds of radios from behind the teller gates.

 

I wondered and looked at the others in line with me. Radios- in a bank?

 

I asked what happened and was told that a plane had crashed into the Twin Towers.

 

There were only a handful of us in the bank-maybe 10 or 15 when the doors opened, and all of us walked back out onto the street as if being drawn there by forces, not in our control.

 

From our stance on Broadway, we looked up at the Twin Towers, still standing tall at the time, and stood transfixed as if our feet were planted in the concrete while billowing smoke poured from the building to our South.

 

No one spoke. We just stood there with our heads tilted upwards.

Many minutes passed, and we just stood there.

 

I realized that I had my deposit envelope in hand, but still transfixed on the black smoke, I tucked the envelope securely back in my pocketbook and continued to watch with fellow early bank risers.

 

Finally, I started back towards my loft, located just a couple of blocks south of the bank.

 

As I walked, a thunderous crackling made me stop and look up again, and like the looped video, I was soon to see over and over again on TV, a plane crashed into the Twin Towers. At the time, I thought I was reliving time and that somehow CNN was showing me the plane crash that the radios talked about in the bank.

I began to run.

 

I felt like I was in some grade B movie where flames and loud noises surrounded me without end and that if I did not get into my house soon, the world would open up and swallow me up, and I would end up in china.

 

I could barely breathe as I ran home.

 

Safely inside, I stopped to catch my breath, checked quickly to see that all of my dogs and cats were fine. They were not.

 

They were huddled here and there, all under something.

 

One was under my piano, tucked securely behind a guitar I store there. Another was on my bed under a pillow. Still, another had caged himself into a pile of socks on one of my closet shelves.

 

These were not their ordinary habitats.

 

The phone was ringing and ringing, but that was background noise to me.

 

I didn't answer. I was transfixed on the TV as newscasters seemed at a loss for words to describe what they were seeing and hearing.

 

I watched as the loops of one plane crashed into the North Tower. I watched as the loops of the second plane crashed into the South Tower. The first I had missed on the street. The second I had seen.

 

Suddenly, I realized I did not know where all of my family was. I picked up the phone and dialed frantically to make sure each was in their usual place. They were, or so I thought.

 

My Dad was on the Westside drive heading up to our country home and had seen the impact of plane one and had stopped to pull over to the side of the road and saw the second plane making its way down the Hudson River. He was a pilot and had his radio tuned to the air channel flight patterns. He knew something was out of joint even before the second plane reached its firey destination.

 

Mom was at home with the TV on. My sister was headed over there.

 

They were safe.

 

At 10.45, my bell rang loudly- almost frantically. It was my cousin, John, a lawyer, who worked right near the Twin Towers.

 

He came upstairs and, when he entered my home, he was covered from head to toe in grey dust. His already grey hair was layered in more grey, and he looked like a ghost from another world.

"John," I whispered. "Are you alright?

I was sure that if I spoke in ordinary tones, he would dematerialize in front of my eyes.

 

" I have to use the phone. He answered in a shaky voice. " BK's sister is an AA flight attendant and was scheduled to fly out of Boston today."

 

"oh no, John, No," I said in a louder voice.

 

He was already on the phone.

 

My bell rang again.

 

Another cousin. Richard arrived with the same ghost-like appearance needing to use the phone.

 

I felt helpless. My two cousins were covered from head to toe from war zone-like encounters from nearby downtown trying to verify if people they knew were alive or dead.

 

John gave a thumbs up to me.

 

His sister in law was not on the AA flight 11 that charged into the North tower at 8.45 am

 

Richard was still trying to locate friends in the area.

 

At 11.00 AM, my bell rang again.

 

This time it was my hairdresser, Nel.

 

"Nel," I said in disbelief. "Don't you know we are under a terrorist attack?"

 

" Yes, I know," She replied and then started to quote the post office motto.

 

"  Neither rain, nor snow, nor sleet, nor terror attacks shall keep me from NY appointed rounds."

 
Well, that's novel, I thought.

 

I left John and Richard to their appointed rounds trying to locate their loved ones and friends and had my hair done all the while watching as CNN kept looping the plane crashes and the towers cascading down one after the other.

 

For weeks after, I would look out my window onto a barren street with no cars and no people and think of my ghost-like cousins entering my home on 9/11 and wonder if New York had not, in fact, been dematerialized.

 

My windows had to remain closed for weeks as the overwhelming stench, and heavy air would filter in when I opened them, making it almost impossible to breathe.

 

I wondered to myself as I closed the window how did anyone make it out alive that day.

 

It was not until many days later that I learned that two of my neighbors and friends of my parents had, indeed, perished in the World Trade Center.

 

My Dad died one week after 9.11 of a massive heart attack
or maybe just a broken heart.

 

I was there when 9.11 happened.

It is seared in my memory.

 

To this day, the deposit slip that went to the bank that day with me and then back onto the street that day and bore witness to an unimaginable crime remains in a drawer, undeposited.

 

Perhaps I will try to deposit it someday when our country truly comes to terms with the meaning of 9/11.

 

When 9.11 is remembered not as an excuse to spew hate and gin up fear but as a vehicle for the unity of purpose.

 

Yesterday, we saw a glimmer of that as two first ladies, one present and one past, took the stage at the outdoor cemetery of 9.11 in Pennsylvania and talked about the real meaning of 9.11 and unity of purpose-each in their quiet but very forceful ways.

 

I began to envision a day when I could, indeed, deposit that 9.11 money into the bank.

 

We shall see.

Jane

 

Jane Mark
JAM Marketing Inc

 

Jane Mark is an author and a businesswoman.  She is president of JAM Marketing Inc, a professional online Ad Agency whose motto is:  We Can Change the Way Your Story Ends.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Loretta A Response for Your Consideration

There is nothing wrong at all with what you said.

 

I think almost all Americans feel like you do on Memorial day. I grew up in a time where flags proudly flew on Memorial Day and we celebrated our war heros not our hot dogs and hamburgers.

But at this time, we need to remember that some of us served in other ways.

 

For example, my cousin, Andrew Goodman, was murdered in Mississippi in 1964 together with James Chaney and Micheal Schewner in the back woods of Philadephia, Mississippi.

 

17 members of the Klan took part in those murders. They murdered these young men were for trying to help registered African Americans to vote.

 

Some of you may remember their story in the movie Missippi Burning. Their deaths brought about the passage of the voting rights bill of 1965: a right which is currently being challenged in many states around the nation.

 

The president addressed this yesterday while laying a wreath at Arlington Cemetary in a strong speach about Freedom and Democracy.

 

Biden warned that democracy was "in peril" in the United States and around the world in the face of autocratic forces.

 

Freedom and Democracy depends on our willingness to defend those ideas and make sure that those who died in our wars, both here and abroad to defend democracy, and ( the rights of all Americans to participate in it) are not betrayed.

 

It remains to be seen if we are up to the task.