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Immigrants

June 13, 2025

Here are 2 immigrants, Klass Hanstra and Gieske Ijkamp Hanstra, my great-great-grandparents. They are parents to Katherine Hanstra, who married my great-grandfather, Wopke Plantinga. Katherine and Wopke had 11 children, my grandfather being the oldest. My grandfather, George Plantenga, was born 5 months after Katherine & Wopke’s marriage, so they never celebrated his birthday which was Oct.15, 1893. Wopke changed his name to William. Klass and Gieske changed their names to Clarence and Gertrude, here in America. The goal was to sound as “English” as possible, since that was the dominant group in America.

Klass and Gieske were born in Friesland, the Netherlands. Friesland is an area on the NW coast of Holland (Netherlands). They spoke their own language of “Frisian” as well as Dutch. Klass was specifically born in Stiens, Leeuwarderadeel, Friesland, Netherlands, on June 2, 1828. Gieske was born in an area of Friesland called Het Bildt on April 22, 1838. Their marriage was Sept.1, 1864. They arrived in America in 1894, with onley TWO of their 6 children. Only “Pietje” (age 18) and “Tjitske” (age 11) are listed on the passengr list. For “occupations”, father Taeke said “laborer”, mother Gieske said “wife” and their 2 children were “servants”. (I think that meant they would work as domestic servants, which most of the young girls did.) All their 6 children were: 1 boy (Taeke, later “Charles” in America); and 5 girls: Grietje (Margaret), Trijntje (Katherine), Pietje (Nellie), Jantje (Jessie), and Tjitske (Jennie). Their first-born is listed as “Levinloos kind”, meaning “lifeless child”. —- They settled where the Dutch tended to go: Chicago, and later moved south of there to my hometown, Lafayette, Indiana, which is where they are buried. NONE of them worried about their workplace being raided or themselves being handcuffed in front of their children and taken to some cold PRISON or DEPORTED back to HOLLAND!! They also remained poor in America, mostly the men working odd jobs or FARMING and selling vegetables. They were serious Puritan-type people. It’s amazing I have a picture of them.

cfblack, 6-13-2025

Trees

November 19, 2024

Trees don’t care who’s President,

They just want to live another day

to reach up toward the Sun.

So do people.

cfblack, 11-19-24

I cry for you, America

November 12, 2024

I cry for you, America,

home of the brave, land of the free,

I cry for you, America,

it is of thee that I sing,

O beautiful, for spacious skies,

for amber waves of grain,

Our National Parks will be ripped apart,

there is money to be made.

We are a nation of immigrants,

have we forgotten on whose land we stand?

Our forefathers took land from others

who were here, before we were,

still others came in slavery

to build our economy,

their backs were broken in southern fields,

their children sold away,

so this is not the first time

people have suffered in your name,

America, home of the brave,

the world’s icon for liberty,

America, I weep for a nation

still blind to your own cruelty.

cfblack, 11-12-24

I’m afraid

September 24, 2024

I’m afraid we’ll go further backward

before we go forward,

I’m afraid we are destroying the earth,

I’m afraid that people are filling with hatred,

the war will escalate beyond control,

I’m afraid of persecution, and people believing

a liar’s lies, a racist rant,

The lies blame everyone but himself,

convince people our friends are enemies,

breathe tension into an already polluted air,

because WEALTH is drowning out compassion,

and people believe anything said to them

without thinking for themselves.

I’m afraid of corruption, and altering the vote,

afraid of coral reefs being destroyed,

afraid for the loss of clean water and air,

National Parks, and wildlife refuge.

but a candle shines more brightly

when LIT in darkness,

Love beats more strongly

when surrounded by hate,

No matter if liars try to breed hatred,

the reality is that we are ONE,

We are ONE people, We have ONE homeland,

We all say prayers to ONE God above,

“This is FAITH, to walk where there is no path,

to breathe where there is no air,”**

I will care for animals that cross my path,

I will reach out to humans who are hurting,

I will do my best to keep a candle lit,

even while hurricane winds are blowing.

cfblack 9-24-24

To the police in Uvalde Texas

May 30, 2022

What happened?

Tell the truth.

Were you scared? untrained?

Did someone give an order,

and tell you all to wait?

You held back parents wanting in

to look for babies, rescue them,

or pull their bodies from the wreckage

of an AR-15.

You told a story to the news

of a ghost security guard,

We now hear that was “fabrication”

and no one takes the blame.

Tell the truth,

create the scene,

what plans were being made

when children bled out in that room

behind the barricade,

You thought he would negotiate,

You’re human, we understand.

Who was the one who took him down?

and how did he get in?

We need to know what happened,

We know you did your best,

a teenager killing children is not something

we expect.

We know that it was chaos,

First responders everywhere,

Border patrol, FBI,

but children were still in there,

Come forth and tell your story,

Where were you, what did you see?

because nineteen innocent little hearts

stopped beating needlessly.

cfblack, 5-27-2022

He walked the banks of rivers

January 7, 2020

This poem is about the Founder of the Baha’i Faith, titled “Baha’u’llah” which means “Glory of God”, as He was banished for a time, to Baghdad. He wrote words for the world to come together as one, recognizing ourselves as one humanity, under one God, Who has spoken to us through various Messengers over our time on earth. Today is the time we need to learn to live as one people on this planet. He said we can do it easily and peacefully, or it will come after much suffering and devastation. Looks like we have chosen the latter. But our eventual unity is inevitable. It’s the only way we will survive. 

He walked the banks of rivers

writing words for the world,

walked along the Euphrates

and Tigris,

a prisoner of the Ottomans,

banished from His home,

His Words were flowers

to bring peace to all mankind,

For a time, He consorted

with the Sufis and the mystics,

He wrote the Seven Valleys

in Baghdad,

He summoned Kings and Rulers

to reduce their armaments,

to compose their differences,

bring justice to all,

— but the leaders turned away,

we now see the result

of fresh wars being waged

where He stood,

and I cannot help but wonder

if fresh blood is being spilled

on the banks of the rivers

where He strolled,

Oh Baghdad, are you not tired

of the killing on your soil?

Can you not rise up and stop them,

bring peace to the world?

For there is no turning back,

There is no other way

but to love all the world

as one,

We are “fruits of one tree,”

“flowers of one garden,”

We must learn to live

as one family.

cfblack  01-07-2020

Someday, or, “There’s more than 1 way to skin a cat.”

April 5, 2019
Someday.
we will know what’s in this report.
Someday,
after more of our environment is destroyed,
after Mother Earth and Sister Ocean have thrown up on us,
unleashed the plastic waste to our beaches,
darkened our skies with chemicals spewed into the air,
poisoned more children’s minds with lead from rotting pipes.
Someday
after all of us have passed,
our great-grandchildren will read this report,
know what taxes were not paid by which millionaires,
what women were paid off for affairs,
what deals were made for guns,
what world economies crashed,
while individual pockets were padded,
while we worked at our jobs,
cleaned their floors,
built their walls,
made their golden toilets,
loved our children and lived our lives.
Someday,
because truth is truth,
and corruption has a way of revealing itself,
and the Universe has a way of righting itself,
We may not be here anymore.
Mother Nature may take back her wealth and power,
and start over again, anew.
      cfblack, 04-05-2019

a night of Sukkoth

October 30, 2018

We sit together inside the tent

put up in your backyard,

gourds and squash, a Fall harvest,

hang from the tent above,

on a cool night in October,

warmed by laughter shared with friends,

we pass treats around the circle,

and then around again.

O Rabbi, we are so relieved

you are not alive today,

when all your efforts for harmony

seem to have gone astray,

the garment is torn,

we’ve lost our way,

we cry out tears for peace,

may the One God of the universe

unite us in our grief.

cfblack 10-30-2018

Of What Value is a Life?

July 9, 2016

Eric Garner couldn’t breathe,

You didn’t notice he was dying,

 

Tamir Rice was a 12-year-old boy,

You didn’t notice he was playing,

 

Freddie Gray’s back was broken and bruised,

But you didn’t hear his screams,

 

Trayvon was walking home from the store,

You saw him as an intruder,

 

Amadou was reaching for his wallet,

You decided that he had a gun,

 

Anthony Baez was playing football,

You strangled him in a choke hold,

 

Michael Brown ran toward you in a threatening way,

You shot him, then left his body lay,

 

Walter Scott was running away from your car,

You shot him in the back,

 

Philando obeyed you at a traffic stop,

You shot him in front of a child,

 

Alton was tackled and unarmed,

You raised your gun and fired,

 

Of what value is a human life?

The most precious of all things,

Once you take it, it is gone,

Never to return,

 

The question is NOT “was his death legal?”

The question is, “was it preventable?”

 

WORK to de-escalate a situation,

Not jump in like it’s a war zone,

 

VALUE each life for what it is,

See the person in front of you, as one of your own.

 

cfblack                  7-08-2016

to be free

December 6, 2013

to be free

O Father of South Africa, We will miss you.