Tibetans say thank you to India for 50 years of refuge

Tibetans Host a Heartfelt Thank You to Mother India

By Terry Reis Kennedy


“Jai Bharat!” shouted Mr. Kunga Dorjee, chief representative of the south-zone office of the Tibetan Government in Exile in Bangalore. He had just finished conducting the inaugural function of a recent three-day event commemorating 50 years of Tibetans living as refugees in India.

Hundreds gathered at Chitra Kala Parishad function center in Bangalore on the 22nd of November to join the inaugural festivities. Though the speeches were generally positive and conducted with grace, it was impossible not to remember the dark days that had brought thousands of Tibetans to the sanctuary of Mother India.—days of torture, imprisonment, and mass murder conducted by the Chinese communist administration under Chairman Mao Tse Tung during the takeover and occupation of the independent country of Tibet—dark days that are still continuing in the land known universally as The Rooftop of the World.

But no one spoke of the continuing acts of barbarism, the ethnic cleansing, and the absence of religious freedom in the country of holy lakes and mountain gods. Instead, it was a day full of smiles, handshakes, and much bowing while the songs of birds in the trees, and the fragrance of plumeria blossoms wafted through the air. The sun was as bright as the one on the flag of Tibet. Beautiful young Tibetan women in colorful native dresses moved like dazzling flowers through the crowds. The speakers told of the peace that comes with living in the free country that India is. But the old Tibetans with tear lines etched on their cheeks and malas entwined in their work-worn hands stood as silent testimony to their blood-drenched homeland, to their ancestors and to their families still trapped behind the Ice Curtain.

People from the five Tibetan Settlements in Karnataka, one-third of the Tibetan population in India, were present. Monks, nuns, farmers, along with V.I.P.s, and Mrs. Kesang Y. Takla, Honorable Minister of the Department of Information and International Relations for the Central Tibetan Administration in Dharmasala, were joined by their loving supporters: Indians, Greeks, Germans, other Europeans, Iranians and a lone journalist from the United States. All had come together to celebrate the occasion, and to remember the great kindness of India at the time of Prime Minister J. Nehru—letting the Tibetans who were escaping Chairman Mao’s “Cultural Revolution” come rushing across the border into the sacred heart of Mother India.

With divine synchronicity, perhaps, at the time of the opening event, His Holiness the 14th Dalai Lama was attending a Gandhi-focused event outside of Delhi. The 74-year-old Tibetan leader and Nobel laureate told the audience at the international conference of the Hind Swaraj Centenary Commemoration that he was a son of India because Tibetan Buddhist culture and Buddha are from India. “India is the land of religious harmony,” he said. “So many different communities live together there, practicing such diverse religious traditions.

“My body is Tibet, but my mind is India.” He told a New Delhi TV reporter.

And then as if hearing the very words of the Chief Guest, Shri. N.L. Narendra Babu, member of the Legislative Assembly, Karnataka State who stood at the Bangalore dais chastising U.S. President Obama for not putting an end to the continuing oppression of Tibetans in Tibet today, His Holiness said to the Gandhi lovers up in Surajkund, “Obama is not soft on China; he just has a different style.”


A different style, a new way, this is what is happening right now. Obviously, the old ways no longer compute. Love, not hate, is the reigning emotion. Referring to the future of Tibet, Mrs. Kesang Y. Takla said, “The truth shall prevail. It always does.”

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Ms. Terry Reis Kennedy is a poet, journalist, and Tibetologist living in India.

WHY WRITING IS IMPORTANT

Writing, the Heart of the Matter
By Terry Reis Kennedy

Who describes the ethereal flight of the butterfly? Who embraces the whizzing salt-spray sound of the sea? Who smells the grass and compares it to the scent of crushed violets? It is the writer.

While hunkering down in the trenches of war, while studying grand vistas from mountaintop perches, while sitting at the bedsides of their dying loved ones, great writers become our eyes and our ears. They are more than the camera and the tape recorder, they are spies for God.

A world without writers would be like the heavens without stars.

It is not just the poet who delves deep into the human psyche and puts into words the longings of the soul, who exposes the cowardice as well as the courage of humankind. It is also the journalist, collecting bones, sorting through ashes, and delivering the truth that sets us free.

A world without writers would be like a rose without fragrance.

Let us not forget the notebooks of the scholar, attentive to the grand design, putting each piece of the puzzle into place until it becomes a mirror.

And remember the saint whose diary reveals the spark of Divinity pulsing in each of us.

Clap with joy for those writers who send us into convulsions of laughter over the absurdities of life, and in so doing lift us up out of our trials and tribulations.

A world without writers would be like a bath without water.

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Congressional Gold Medal of Honor to 87-year-old WASP Jeanette Rhamsey

Hi, Friends,


I'm hoping you will join us in a very happy project.

I am requesting your guidance on behalf of our beloved friend, 87- year-old Jeanette Rhamsey, of Tracy California.

Jeanette was notified by Texas Women's University (TWU), repository of Women's Airforce Service Pilots --WASP-- archives and memorabilia, that she and other WASP would be receiving Congressional Gold Medals of Honor in recognition of their service to our country, during World War Two. These awards are the result of President Obama's wishes to honor unsung heroes of that period.

More than 50 newspapers have run features on WASP activities, as a result of the March 13, 2009 announcement that Jeanette and her fellow pilots will be receiving what many feel to be long-delayed accolades.

Some of us here in Puttaparthi, south India, where Jeanette lives part of the time, would like, very much, for her to be able to travel to Washington to receive this award, which is scheduled to be handed out sometime soon. Due to her present limited income this is an expense she cannot afford. It is already necessary for USA citizens to leave India every six months, travel to a nearby country, and return, if they want to stay in India longer. So the cost of travelling to the USA for such an honor is beyond Jeanette's means. A few of us here are donating for her ticket, but we need assistance. For such a long journey we would like to send her by Business Class as she suffers from many minor ailments.

I would be so appreciative of any guidance you could give us on finding US sources that might help sponsor Jeanette's trip to Washington and making a dream come true for a brave and pioneering woman, a lady who continues to be an example of love in action to those of us who know her.

Or maybe you would just like to drop something in the Donation Hat. Let jeanette know by contacting her at yojeanette@yahoo.com


Yours most enthusiastically and appreciatively,

Terry Reis Kennedy

SURVIVING ANOTHER HUMILIATION

By Reverend Doctor Linda Logan
Hemet California


I am a 71-year-old African American woman living in Hemet, California. In all of these years I have lived through many ugly, racially-charged events in this country that I call Home.

I have survived the humiliations that have been heaped upon me, even in my home state of Minnesota. Racially provoked lynchings, assassinations, and marches in this country have all left me with emotional scars that I have attempted to heal by believing that surely, surely time would allow humanity to realize that we are here together and that working as one cohesive unit is the only means for our survival.

However, today my heart began to bleed again. Here in the year of 2009, my 10-year-old grandson arrived home from school with a permission slip to be signed by his parents as to whether he would be allowed to listen to the speech next Tuesday being given by the President of the United States, one Barack Hussein Obama.

After reading this, I was unable to speak, I felt as though I was being strangled by some unseen hand. The insult was so obvious and painful that I found it difficult to breathe. Nothing had changed. The fact that the Hemet Unified School District or any other would deliver such blatant disrespect of their president and then, by implication, channel it into their students who are 90% Hispanic and a10% blend of Caucasian and African American creates, in my opinion, a feeling in them of being questionable and inferior.

I have no recollection of students being given an option as to whether or not to listen to the first President Bush.

Maybe only a few want to play the ‘race card’ but it seems to be the only deck at this time. Let’s be honest and admit that this over-the-top desire to bring our first black president to defeat is racially charged.

I had prayed that my grandchildren would not have to wonder if their black skin was their greatest detriment. I see that I must keep up my personal work with them of being proud to be Black Americans.

Racism has pushed the rocks away like a huge sleeping serpent. It is alive and well and slinking through America. When will those who nurture cruel concepts that cripple the progress of this country realize that they are blind sheep being led by politicians who have no concern for their constituents other than to be re-elected, on a suicide march over a cliff?

I say WAKE UP before this vitriolic, hateful and self-defeating current is the end of what could be a great and noble society, a truly United country.