Joan Baez once sang of an old “Negro” Spiritual. To come home, to my Lord, and be free. Many of us have bonded together over the years in an effort to be free of of the bonds that were not created by nature, but by mankind.
Human and civil rights battles have been fought and won but in certain areas the biases are still there. I worked hard in the ’80s for human and civil rights and am privileged to have friends of color and different sexual orientations. These friendships are what makes our country great, open minds and hearts yield the melting pot our country was destined to be and that leads to certain folks wanting to destroy these freedoms.
I’m at the helm of my small boat, and Freedom is with me, and alongside are Harmony, Charity, Love, Forgiveness and we can never forget Hope. Freedom, take the wheel as I know nothing about sailing. Thanks, buddy.
And if I’ll be a slave, I’ll be carried to my grave to my Lord, to my Lord, to be Free. Thanks, Freedom, you know I love ya. Cheers, Dee
Cooking with Dee 