Vol. 10    No. 4
FEBRUARY 19, 2015

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Stories & Columns

Fourth Annual National Wear
Red Day: At Any Age,
By Jonathan Gramling

UNIDOS Announces New Mission:
Eliminating All Violence,
By Jonathan Gramling

Asian Wisconzine: Aging Is Upon
Us; What Should We Do?
By Paul H. Kusuda

Centerspread:
*4th Annual National Wear Red Day
Empowering Healthy Women  
*Literature reflecting latino Life  
*Sharing Diversity Strategies

The Saga of Thomas Jefferson
and Sally Hemings: That Peculiar
Institution (2),
By Jonathan Gramling

Art of Life: The Power of
Celebration,
By Donna Parker
Reflections/Jonathan Gramling
                                                       Life can be a B
Empowering Healthy Women
National Wear Red Day Creates
Solidarity on Women’s Health
It seems like forever since I last wrote a column, although it’s only been a little over two weeks. A lot has gone down since that time. One of the
only ways I can gain solace is to write. An old friend of mine died on February 4th. Anna Robinson Lindsey, a dear friend whom I met in the early
1990s died in Tampa, Florida of a massive heart attack, ironically while I was writing a story on National Wear Red Day and the Foundation for
Black Women’s Wellness on heart disease and the African American community.

While there is a big part of me that loathes social media, it is my presence on Facebook that allowed Anna’s daughter Pam to connect with me to
let me know what happened to Anna. As soon as I saw Pam’s name come up on my e-mail asking me to call her, I knew that Anna had died.
While Anna died on February 4th, Pam wasn’t able to contact me until February 12th for I had not seen Anna in 17 years, yet she was a big part of
my life in those days and there is something in us that never forgets.

So I flew down to Tampa the next day. Friday the 13th. A snafu deprived me of the rental car I had reserved and things didn’t turn out quite like I
thought it would. It reminded me of the time that I flew down to Tampa for Valentines Day. Anna had booked us on this romantic five-hour cruise
out on the Gulf of Mexico. Unfortunately a storm brewed and high waves made many a passenger sea sick, including Anna. We spent most of the
romantic cruise with me comforting Anna through her sea sickness on the back of the boat. It was a good moment, just not the kind that one
would want for Valentines Day. Anna was a wonderful woman and friend.

I am so glad that I went in spite of the well-laid plans that went astray. I ended up walking to the funeral, about two miles away, and spent most
of the time alone. But I was able to think back and appreciate this fine woman who was a part of my life.

And maybe because of the quirks of life — Anna getting sick on that February 14th so many years ago — I ended up with the flu by the time I got
back to Madison. It’s a strange sense of connection, I readily admit. But although I hadn’t seen Anna in 17 years, there was still a cosmic
connection there, even if it was only in my own mind.  

And I have been in an emotional and physical funk all week, trying to deal with these things, wondering why I feel this way after 17 years and
feeling guilty that I do. Anna was a good human being and the world is a worse place without her in it.

And then the Lord works in a mysterious way. I wanted to do nothing, but I still had to come out with a paper and I had made arrangements to
interview members of Madison College’s Black Student Union and I needed a story. I didn’t have a notion to go out there, but go out there, I did.

And the members of the Black Student Union cleansed my soul. Here are these wonderful young people who are trying to make things better for
African American, other students of color and all students on the Madison College Truax campus. I loved their sense of mission and
camaraderie as they work to make Madison College a more conducive place for students of color to get an education and graduate with a
degree. We really connected and I left Madison College inspired by what these fine students are doing. I wish them much success in their work.

So I am thankful to these students as well as friends for seeing me though a difficult passage in my life. The Lord works in mysterious ways.
Cherish those you care about today because tomorrow is promised to no one, no matter what we may think.

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I am concerned about the proposed Governor Walker initiatives like turning UW-Madison into a sophisticated voc-tech school, which is a
wonderful mission for Madison College and the proposal to make Wisconsin a Right to Work state, which in my experience in Mississippi during
the 1970s means the Right to Work for a Lower Wage. Governor Walker seeks to make Wisconsin a state that the Koch Brothers could only
dream about. And in return, the Koch Brothers will spend upwards of $1 billion on Walker’s presidential campaign.  

Walker is sacrificing Wisconsin’s long-term quality of life for short-term gains in his political career. Long after Walker has become president of
the United States, Wisconsinites will be paying the price for his political ambition. God help us!
NAMI Premiers Jono Oliver’s Home on February 26th
at the Barrymore