Here is the start of my letter to Senator Graham. Today is Meher Baba’s Birthday. Happy Birthday Baba!
In 1971, I went with Dottie Witherspoon to Meher Baba’s home in America located in Myrtle Beach South Carolina. We went on a tour of the grounds, and came upon Baba’s chair, that is not the one he is being carried about in, in this wonderful video I found this morning. There was a velvet rope in front of this chair.
“Can I sit in it?” I asked the young man, who did some serious weighing in his mind, before he unhooked the rope, and beckoned me to take a seat.
Yesterday, the world lost its greatest Democracy. Baba was alive when Hitler sent his army into Poland. The Avatar of the Age claimed he was combatting the forces of evil in the world, but, it was not until the great grandsons of Patriots came out of the piney woods of the South, and went over there, was that Monster defeated.
I never saw black folks around Baba, until I looked at this Gift. Baba is carried to the ocean. A black man walks next to him while a black woman holds high an umbrella. Who are they? Where are they? Baba is put in the Ford, that is like my first car, given to me by my aunt, June Rice. I captured one image of a redheaded young man (Peckerwood) on one side of Baba, and a black man wearing shades, on the other. The year is 1957. Is Baba aware of this iconic image, how important it is?
Dottie’s great great great grandfather was a founder of the Presbyterian Church in the New World. Has this church done enough to guarantee Freedom of the Press, Freedom of Speech, Freedom of Religion, and Freedom to pursue Happiness?
My letter to the Senator of South Carolina is about how I became a Patriot, a lover of my Country, that no longer contradicted, or interfered with my Spiritual Quest. In spite of all the strife, the setbacks, and betrayals, I feel God has directly given me ‘The Gift of Freedom’. If I were in any other Nation, then the United States of America, and asked to sit in the Avatar’s Chair, I would have been beaten with canes. The sight of that young man’s hand, grasping the brass hook, is a highlight of my life, because I heard him silently say;
“It’s a free country. Who am I to stop you?”
You will find a photo of Ivanka Trump sitting in the President’s chair. This is our chair! It belongs to ‘We the People’. If you truly believe We are One Nation under God, and, God founded this Democracy, then you have to believe God gave Us – Freedom of the Press.
Jon ‘The Nazarite’
I know there’s a place you walked
Where love falls from the trees
My heart is like a broken cup
I only feel right on my knees
I spit out like a sewer hole
Yet still receive your kiss
How can I measure up to anyone now
After such a love as this?
To: Senator Graham
From: John Presco
Re: “Don’t Worry! Be Happy!”
Dear Senator, until you spoke these words, I thought I would never like you. Indeed, my feeling towards you bordered on hate. I love a man, and woman, who speaks the truth. I have to concede, you have gone and done just that.
“I would urge the President to knock this off; this is the greatest democracy on Earth, we’re the leader of the free world, and people are going to start doubting you as a person if you keep making accusations against our electoral system without justification,” Graham said. “This is going to erode his ability to govern this country if he does not stop it.”
In 1971 I went down South to meet my girlfriend’s family who lived in Greenville and Columbia South Carolina. As an original Hippie, I swore I would never go.
“Hell no! I wont’ go!”
I hunkered down in a VW bus, and read a good book all the way from Boston. Crossing the State line into your fine State, the driver told me I had to see, just had to take a look at the Welcome wagon. I sat up, and took a peek, and beheld a long International Harvester full of Chicken Pluckers getting off work. They were grinning ear to ear, flashing us the Peace Sign. I groaned, as my fellow travelers, laughed.
The Witherspoon family were on pins and needles, they fighting amongst themselves as to whose house we stayed in. They won me over. I never met a nicer bunch of people then the Witherspoons. They were so sure of who they were. They were beyond giving. Southern Hospitality is all they said it – was!
Two months earlier, I survived an attempt on my life my the Boston Mafia and was introduced to Mayor White, who said;
“It took guts to stand up to those people!”
I took them to court over a building I lived on Beacon Hill built in 1779. The Kennedys lived two blocks up the street. I felt my first pangs of Patriotism. I had completely dropped out of Society, or, so I thought. Now I was prepared to stand up – to your kind of people! I did not know the people on my mother’s side, came from here. I didn’t know who the Witherspoons were until Dottie drove me to Myrtle Beach to meet my Master, Meher Baba, who had not spoken in the last thirty-five years. He died in 1969. He used hand sings to say;
“Don’t worry! Be happy!”
Now, you’re a smart man, and see where I am gong with this message. I wish I could use these words as a cork on you-know-who! You probably think I am a Democrat. I am, but for seven years I was a Republican. After Obama got elected, I wanted to join the party founded by my kindred, John and Jessie Fremont. For almost twenty years I have been looking in my family tree. I didn’t care about such things, until we pulled up to Baba’s retreat, and, out came Kitty Davies to greet us. She asked our names, and, I did not impress her. But, when Dotting flashed her Clan Badge, Kittie was all over,
“Oh my gosh! I always wanted to meet a Witherspoon. You are kin to John Knox, the Signer, who planted the Presbyterian Church her in America.”
I gave Dottie a long look, she all aglow in her orange hair and freckles as Kittie talked about the Scot-Irish people who immigrated to South Carolina. I felt, upstaged. Are they every going to stop their yammering?
Another thing on her To Do list, was see California, even live there. So, we crossed another State line and ended up living in an old Victorian in Alameda. After a month Dottie got homesick, and we bought a Coonhound we named Benjamin because he was born on the Fourth of July. Benjamin was a happy puppy, but, Dottie was not a happy camper. Then, she met my friends wife, who was a Born Again Christian. Two weeks later, I came home to find my dog and my girlfriend, gone. There was a note that said she was heading North to live on a Jesus-freak farm, in I let out a sigh and said to myself
“This is America. She’s a free woman! She can worship who she wants, and go where she will. She’s got the credentials.”
TO BE CONTINUED
It means sweetheart, lovely, and, delightful.
She’s a valid visa holder. She’s paying taxes, and she’s adding value to this business,” he said at Modjoul, a startup technology firm where Zinouri has worked since August, according to the Associated Press. “She’s intelligent. She adds value to our country, and I’ll find a way to fix this problem.”
Graham told people at Zinouri’s workplace in Clemson that she is “is exactly the type of person we want to be part of America.”
Nazanin Zinouri continues to wait as politicians, lawyers and others work for her return to the United States after President Donald Trump’s immigration ban.