June 29, 1998
Hello Carl,
I was just reading the bits of
material you sent me. This is my second time through the e-mail stuff. I
wanted to be sure of the content before answering your letter and adding a few of my own
comments about the various topics that I found most interesting. I appreciate your
enthusiastic and tireless efforts in publishing the Iowa NORML News Letter and keeping
current the information sites that you maintain on the Net. But, as you undoubtedly
suspect, these latest outbursts of unmitigated agony from "Niah's brethren",
Sister Debbie, and "Piper, Gary" are of more than usual interest to me.
When I add my input to these topics I am standing on ground that is familiar to me
and I know that I cannot be buffaloed or bullied by anyone concerning these matters.
I do not, however, consider myself the only soul possessing a knowledge of our
mutual experiences. I do, however, realize that almost everyone who may have
something beneficial (I am presuming, without being presumptuous, that the simple truth
could be beneficial to us) to offer is either feigning indifference - pretending this is
all inconsequential, claiming that they are somehow ignorant that corruption may have
occurred in high places, or stubbornly refusing to acknowledge that what they saw and
heard and did during that period of time did not actually occur. Under any of these
pretenses the participant is rendered pathetically inert.
I will try to answer the one point that you
addressed specifically to me. You said that you found my question, "How have
you treated your sisters and brothers lately?", to be of great interest to you and
that you assumed that I must have an answer in mind. Also, that I must have a reason
for asking such a question. I must say, initially, that I simply plagiarized this
thought from you. Your last paragraph in your reply to Sister Debbie was "Oh,
and by the way, Goud won't judge you by how carefully you avoid the sins of the flesh,
however admirable that might be. Goud will just you by how you treat your brothers
and sisters." I can only take credit for rephrasing the thought into a question
and putting sisters before brothers as I am wont to do these days. :-) I do,
however, know that there is no difference here. A semantic play on my part which I
consider to be significant in light of the antiquated and inane gender ideology that we
adhered to, blaming the woman for almost everything that we couldn't explain or refused to
accept responsibility for. But that's another matter altogether. I do think
that the question, "How have you treated your sisters and brothers lately?",
strikes to the heart of this conflict that is upon us.
Allow me to refresh the collective memory of
anyone who may see this and who was part of this cast of characters we all know,
regardless of how pompous their role may seem to be in their own minds or how
insignificant their role has been deemed to be in the eyes of their contemporaries within
this saga. We are all, alike, divine. No difference here. When we first
encountered Brother Ivy, we were infused with an evangelical zeal which knew no
limitations. Everyone was a candidate for this newfound knowledge or redemption.
Everyone fell within the parameters of forgiveness and restoration. We quickly and
unselfishly sought out the slightest trace of goodness in anyone we met. If someone
among us faltered in any way, if someone couldn't come to grips with their own misdeeds or
guilt, if someone condemned themselves as unworthy for whatever reason, we were quick to
comfort, to encourage, to share our own frailties. We were quick to expound on the
unrequited love, mercy, and forgiveness that was available to all those who chose to
partake of this holy gift. We were not in the business of condemning anyone.
We actually possessed humility seasoned with a confident security in what we
represented and this equated to a bond so powerful that it could not be broken. The
tie that binds.
Even after Brother Ivy died, or departed, or
whatever terminology is suitable to describe that event, our faith in one another and our
confidence in our purpose never wavered. Most of the sisters and brothers who
embraced this divine spirit actually did so after our dearly beloved was no longer amongst
us in that body we knew as Brother Ivy. But he did leave us with something.
The question is now whether we will revive this thing in ourselves.
The first remembrance of some cosmic division
that I personally have which arose among these members was when I went to the camp in
Papine shortly after Brother Ivy died. Bob Eckard and Kathy, Mike Matteson and
Leslie, Tony Burns and Sara, Sal, Judy, Brian and Jennifer, myself and many more whom I
cannot completely recall all ventured down there with a childlike reverence to simply
revitalize. I think Cliff and Jackie were also along. All the black brothers,
turds that they were, were squabbling among themselves about who was to be the heir to the
high priest role that Brother Ivy has so obviously fulfilled prior to his death. I
won't detail the idiocy that took place during those few weeks, but we left and no one
returned for almost a year until Cynthia finally went to see Keith for a bit of sacrament.
Once reconnected with JA, it was simply a matter of time before the great schism
rent us asunder, before the great heresy brought us distress. As a matter of
history, our history as a group, the first marked gnashing of teeth upon one another, the
first taste of division among us, my first recollection of us condemning each other and
venting hatred toward each other came at a camp we had in Fort Myers, Florida. Marv
and Andy went down to see Keith as emissaries from the white brothers and sisters in
America and, of course, to procure a little sacrament for our needs. The experience
is remembered by all who were present and plenty who were not there at that time heard of
the utter chaos and maliciousness which ensued. Along with the herb came a
cockatrice which they innocently ingested from Keith that resulted in the most vicious
accusations and cruel treatment that scattered us like frightened puppies. A tale
reminiscent of some of the truly callous and mean-spirited behavior and conversation that
is being embraced by those who know better than to harbor this fruitless ill will.
If Keith has a legacy, I say he is the father of this animosity that has reared its
ugly head. This has no place among the sisters and brothers of love. The world
is in a turmoil and the ones who have a knowledge of love are still at odds.
I heard through the grapevine, I'm reluctant to
mention any names because the last time I did it resulted in some of this vicious meanness
I'm referring to, that it is thought now by some that the gathering we always talked about
has already happened and that the gates of Zion are closed. What has really happened
that someone could harden their heart against another living soul? Especially
someone they know and once professed love for. I'm sure that sincere love of one
another is not something that can grow cold and turn into something malevalent. Some
may retort that, if this is as I say it is, how could I say those things concerning Keith
and Wally? Anyone can accept my answer however they choose to interpret it, no
matter to me. I say plainly that I was dedicated to Keith and to Wally and I did not
shirk from any task or duty which I perceived as being necessary on which I was called
upon to perform. What I am saying about this experience is nothing more or nothing
less than the truth. In fact, I restrain myself from a much more detailed account of
too many occurrences of similar episodes because it is just more of the same. I
don't hate Keith or Wally. I do not regret this prolonged diversion from what we
were originally shown. I was under the hypnotic spell of these guys as much, if not
more, than any of us. But that still doesn't change what took place and that
counterfeit fellowship which masqueraded as love cannot be passed off as "Let perfect
love and friendship reign". It just isn't so. Everyone will have to
reconsider the matter one more time. Each of us knows that blessedness we've shared with
others of similar persuasion at some cherished moment on our journey. This is the
real thing. How did the malicious doubts about one another enter in? Remember,
your integrity cannot be tarnished from without by another person, neither can your
blessing be taken from you by anyone. Trials and crosses in the way. The
clandestine nature of the commercial side of ganja distribution is not conducive to
manifesting the integrity of the gospel that we claimed as ours. The herb is our
sacrament and we lost sight of what this means. I know that, collectively, we do
have the understanding. This includes the sisters.
Your exchange via e-mail with the mysteriously
handled "Piper, Gary" seems almost too coincidental to be some anonymous child
from the past. I'm not sure of the vague reference to a Burning Spear song entitled
"Niah Keith" but I will tell you of a certainty that no one in Burning Spear,
including Winston Rodney, knew Keith Gordon other than, perhaps, superficially. I
knew Keith and Wally, as did most of the brothers and sisters of our little group.
If we all were to sit down and honestly recollect our experiences, not eliminating
anything that we witnessed and participated in, then we would all become more familiar
with the true characters of these fellows and certainly we would become much more
acquainted with one another than just the limited facades that were prevalent under the
restraints of the corset-like Coptic choreography. I know it has been suggested that
"Piper, Gary" could be our own Brother Gary. I hope not, mostly because it
would grieve me to see such a cowardly and deceitful shenanigan coming from my old buddy
at this late date. But regardless of whom it turns out to be, some interesting
topics were broached. Can a simple dialogue be carried out to determine what
actually transpired? Probably not. Someone may have to start talking again
instead of hiding behind some mesmerizing chant and psalm. These are instruments of
rejoicing and praise and they actually carry a significant and uncomplicated
understanding. But as long as the truth is being denied, they are meaningless tokens
of infidelity.
Carl, as always, I laud your marvelous
performance. Please get Jeff and Lance and Greg in on this stuff. It can't
hurt anyone. Perhaps a cause for thought.
Jim
James Tranmer
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