Dear Mr. Gregory,
My hope is this letter reaches you without being intercepted by Trumpsters. But you never know. My dad really thought a lot of you in the Army—he was a white guy but you probably didn’t like him for that reason.
He is 85, retired a long time ago, but he’d love to meet you one last time before he gives up the ghost. He’s been handling lymph system cancer and a few other things. So, had y’all gone to Korea, he may have endured. A lot of tough young men did, and did not.
I’m a writer, and would love to write a story about your life, from your youth, to college track star status, the horrible Army, and a few other things—major items such as your role in civil rights and in helping many people learn about how to be healthier, kinder to themselves through good nutrition, prayer I suppose, and having a Bible at least within 100 yards or so. Close enough for an emergency session to ward off the devil.
I live in Albuquerque, but thank God for electronics. I can talk to you anyplace, anytime, and at your convenience. But I want to do this while you and my dad are still moving—both soldiers together at Ford Hood basically against his will, and everybody else’s during the draft. Racism is a disease in America and it’s getting worse right now. I can’t imagine Turtle headed Mitch McConnell silencing Senator Warren from reading a very pertinent letter pertaining to Sessions.
That’s not America. It’s something else. Mrs. King's words have power to wash away even the tallest walls of oppression. And the enemy knows that. So silence is their best weapon. For now.
I served my country, a Latino, and knew prejudice in the fields of Texas—big blubber-headed white guys paying you maybe $4 an hour for 10 hour days hoeing maize, cotton, corn, whatever, and hauling tons of hay in 100-degree humid heat from May to September. Every year.
Unlike you, I had no talent, just a strong back and a bad attitude. So, they made me a trusted advisor—a sailor at a very busy station. I developed a sense of humor there, rather than just go mad. Like some of the other guys.
Think about calling me. In 2015 I had a good and long nterview with Frank Serpico—former NYPD detective who would not take bribes. An honest man—are there really any of those kind? Somewhere still. Maybe Petey Greene, or Diogenes, could tell us.
505-296-0428 (New Mexico)