The rich vs. the poor
Wealthy people control most businesses in the United States.
Why do they say rising the minimum wage is a job-killer? Because they want to have cheap labor so they can become richer.
Right-to-work states create lower wages. There’s no union to fight for good paying jobs. Will they raise hourly wages to give people a better life? No.
I have worked for businesses with government contracts who made millions, but paid their workers only $4.25 an hour for years. Their health insurance was so high you couldn’t afford it. They made $20 million a year. People worked 14 years to get to $7.25 an hour.
Another paid workers $8.25 an hour and you had to drive 60 miles to some jobs. A millionaire farmer paid $85 a week to work up to 60 hours a week.
They will create all kinds of jobs for low wages so they can become richer. The farmer was paid $14 for a hundred pounds of milk. That’s 21 gallons per hundred. Stores charge $2.89 for a gallon. That is $34.68 for the same 100 pounds of milk.
A Co-op I worked for paid $20 for a pair of shoes and sold the same shoes for $65. Clerks were paid $8 an hour.
You can’t live on that with prices as high as today. Let’s see the rich live on the amount the poor are paid by them.
— George L. Dorman, Clarksville
Reader remembers Calico the cat
When I was young, maybe 3 or 4, I had a little kitten, his name was Calico.
He was my only true friend; everywhere I went, he would go. He would rub against my legs to show his love for me. I would return the showing of love by holding and petting him playfully. When I came home from school, he would meet me at the door. I would give him a treat and never more than four.
As the years went by, I could see him moving slower. I keep him in the house, out of the cold, for I could tell he was getting old.
I get a glass of milk and cookies, climb up in dad’s old leather chair. He jumped onto my lap, I thought to take a nap.
Is there is a cat heaven, he is sure to go, and I want the world to know, he is just taking a nap. His name was Calico.
— Roy D. Light, Jeffersonville
Now is the time to love
It really is no accident that Black History month is February.
February is the month of love, and after the history of discrimination suffered by black people was questioned, love was the answer. It seems appropriate because the only solution to discrimination is, inevitably, love.
Abe Lincoln knew. He proclaimed the slaves free.
Hitler had no clue; he attempted to annihilate a whole race of people based on discrimination.
Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. proceeded to change our nation’s history of abuse against people of another color. He succeeded. Where would we be had he not lived? To show our appreciation for teaching us a higher level of existence, we killed him.
You would think after centuries of fighting for human rights we would get it. But we continue to fight the same war in different battles of discrimination. Our personal discrimination is usually based on what we were taught or our perception of the Bible or our fear of what we do not understand. And sometimes discrimination is really simple — it comes from a heart filled with darkness.
Our present battles are Republican against Democrat and vice versa — straight against gay, one’s religious beliefs against anyone and everyone who doesn’t see God as that one does.
Does it really matter what God one worships? It’s all the same God anyway, just with different names. Aren’t we glad they are worshiping any God?
What is it going to take? Does it take a law for us to learn to love one another? Does it take a war to hurt us so bad that we decide to accept others?
When a friend or relative is injured or killed, do we think about only our pain? Or do we think about the perceived enemy’s family who has lost their loved one also? Does it not bother you to know that another mother, father, wife, husband or child may be feeling the exact way you do?
Or do you just hate more?
Hate never produced anything constructive. Hate doesn’t produce anything, except more hate.
But love? Well now, that’s another story. Love produces life, kindness, tolerance, compassion. But most of all, love produces more love.
If you don’t believe me, try it for yourself. Go out and do something extraordinary for another human being. Just wait and watch — see if that person doesn’t pay it forward. Chances are that they will, because kindness produces kindness.
Black or white, straight or gay, Democrat or Republican, the Bible or the Koran, it doesn’t matter. We’re all here, in this together.
Some say we chose what we wanted to be born into and some say we have no choice. Does it matter? We’re here, now. Now we can choose. We can learn from one another. We can teach one another. But first we have to accept one another.
My hope is that in the near future we will not see one another as black or white or yellow or brown, Republican or Democrat, straight or gay, Christian or non-Christian, rich or poor.
We will see one another for what we are. For who we are — our relationship to each other — which, I believe, is a brotherhood and sisterhood more connected than we dare dream.
Maybe, for some, it’s just too scary to even imagine. For me, it’s too scary not to.
— Kim Poore, Jeffersonville