Friday, June 17, 2011

Decency

This article came to my attention through a friend. I have become increasingly disgusted by the people who applaud and celebrate the Tony Award winning play, "The Book of Mormon." The play completely mocks the LDS Church and their most sacred beliefs. Thank heavens for people like this author, who are willing to stand up for decency and what is left of morals.

Director of the Torrey Honors Institute, Biola University

John Mark Reynolds

Amos and Andy and The Book of Mormon

The creators of the play Book of Mormon have created the Amos and Andy for the South Park set. We may laugh, but our grandchildren will shudder as decent folk do at “wits” of the last century whose favorite dance was to “jump Jim Crow.”

The parts of the Book of Mormon I have seen are as innovative as a Newsies revival and as funny as the cruel, tasteless jokes told by an inebriated coworker at a Christmas party. The difference is that the coworker might sober up in the morning, but the mindless mockery that also gave us South Park will continue.

After all, the theater establishment toasted the two with Tony’s and the insiders would never cheapen themselves by rewarding a play for picking on a minority religion loathed in the theater community or behave like decadent Romans horrified by a growing moral minority comforting the libertines by mocking the moral.

I cannot know for sure without seeing the entire play.

If we assume the play a brilliant satire with PR unfortunate enough to release only the cruel and facile bits, then we are still left with two unfortunate truths about this play. First, the writers are cowards. They inflict pain and mockery on those already despised while going soft on the tired assumptions of their rich and powerful patrons. Second, in a pluralistic society they have targeted a group already misunderstood and discriminated against.

I am no Mormon, but I have witnessed bigotry and ignorance directed against this American community. The LDS Church is placed in the difficult position of seeing their most sacred beliefs mocked in a nation that murdered their prophet in a shameful lynching. Broadway has given aid and comfort to the mob of ignorant folk who know nothing of modern Mormonism outside of their prejudices.

No wonder Mormon politicians like Jon Huntsman, bob and weave when asked by bigots if they are part of the LDS church. Few of us have the Mitt Romney courage to stand by our people when the cost is high. For his steadfastness, Romney was linked to the play in a Newsweek parody cover that left only his profile, but a profile in religious courage.

I write this in Istanbul, a city awash in lies told about religious minorities by powerful interests. Here Christians and Jews face “amusing” pop cultural stereotypes, some quite clever, but a wicked cleverness that feeds hatreds. Against this my Turkish friends fight for a respect that goes “beyond tolerance” and voluntarily restrain themselves from inciting prejudice to score cheap gains. It is the only hope for a peaceful republican future for this land.

The same is true for the United States. Theater has an ugly record of pandering to the prejudices of ticket buyers. Minstrel shows produced catchy music and made New Yorkers laugh, but they were shameful and wrong.

The Book of Mormon is a minstrel show for our present age with Mormons as the joke.

Ugly plays did not by themselves produce the Klan or keep some Americans from voting for African-Americans. Original sin was enough for that, but minstrel shows did give racism an artistic and comedic whitewash. When Americans were hurt by the cruel stereotypes, they were told it was “just a joke” and were painted as petty for not laughing along.

Of course no group has been as cruelly treated as African-Americans, but Mormons have a history of being persecuted. They have been exiled in their own land, but have returned unfailing devotion to our Constitution.

This new play will pander to our prejudices and treat our Mormon neighbors as we would never wish to be treated. Some Americans will allow it to confirm unthinking prejudice, while cowardly Mormons will applaud it hoping for crumbs of respectability.

Meanwhile the actual Mormons in our midst will keep paying taxes, making strong families with children, and dying to protect the rights of a decayed and decadent theater “elite.”

I stand in solidarity with my Mormon neighbors.

Saturday, June 11, 2011

love

I found this on one of my favorite wedding blogs, and for some reason really wanted to share it. I can't explain why I like it so much. I just do.

They actually caught his proposal on video and then did photos after

Barrett & Asia - Engagement Session from Ryan Polei on Vimeo.

Friday, June 10, 2011

California


The trip started with a Goose. Maddy dropped him off for a visit last week, and we had endured enough of his honking and pecking that we delivered him back to the McHales. He drove the whole way nestled between Ashlee and I in the front seat.


When we got to Camarillo, Ashlee took me to the Gardens of the World. Its a beautiful garden that was donated by and taken care of by a wealthy family from the area. It was gorgeous! And completely free!!

I took Ashlee to the Mormon Battalion Visitor's Center in Old Town San Diego. We LOVED it!! It was like the place had been put on Disneyland steroids.

We stayed at the McHales' house and Norma Jean treated us to dinner at Five Guys. She showed us their "Mutant Soda Machine." It was soooo cool! Digital screen with all of those flavors. When you picked the one you wanted, it would then give you a handful of other flavor options. So I had peach Sprite while Norma Jean had Raspberry Coke.

We walked Ponto Beach, and loved spending some last moments together at one of the most beautiful places.


I had to stop and pose...resisting was just too much for me after all the traveling.


We also spent an afternoon at Moonlight Beach. Ashlee thought I was crazy for wearing this big "Mom Hat" but when she started to get burned, she swallowed her pride and used the beautiful monstrosity.



I spent my last 2 days with my grandparents. They are temple workers, so I went to the Newport Temple with them from 5am to Noon. It was a wonderful experience. The building in stunning, I got to participate in every ordinance (except baptisms), and the spirit was so strong.

I made it home in one piece, but I wish I could have spent more time with all my family and friends in California.

Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Bland

Sorry.
I have no life. I work. I work.
I look for long skirts and practical shoes.
I work some more.

Life is just chugging along....

But what about all those boys? After you get a mission call aren't they supposed to come out of the woodwork?

ya-NO!!!! They are no where to be found. nada. zilch. nothing.

But you dated like crazy before your call?

Um, that was by the sweat of my own brow. I didn't wait around: I asked them out myself. Now I am removed from the dating element and practically broke from mission prep stuff.

Glad game: I am going to California for a week.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Mother's Day

So, Mother's Day is supposed to a relaxing day where mom get's pampered by her family. At the Wilkins household, we don't follow those rules. We give our mom unique gifts. Della was the most generous daughter of all. She gave mom a snotty nose, naked bottom, and throw up.

It started a couple days before, Della was sick. REALLY sick. Stuffy nose, coughing, laying around totally out of if. Saturday night I put her to bed, but when she wasn't there in the morning, I didn't worry about it. She often bed hops, especially when she was sick. As I looked around, and she wasn't to be found, I noticed the bathroom door was closed. I peaked in and there she was, curled up in a ball, on the tiny mat between the toilet and shower. Her night gown was up around chest, and her panties were missing. She had made it to the bathroom, but was too wiped out that she just couldn't crawl back to bed.

I told mom, and she started to laugh, and begged me to take photos. I carried her back to bed and continued to get ready for church. A while later I heard Della call out for mom, and I responded that I could help her. "No, mom." I responded but could only hear funny girgling.

I walked in, and the poor thing was half asleep, lying in a pool of throw up, and choking. I rushed to her side and half yanked her out of bed so she could be miserable in the trashcan, rather than her sheets.

"Mom! We've got throw up!!!!!"

She came in and could only laugh. What a sight we must have been. She was a mess, I was half dressed and struggling to help Della be sick, while not getting it all over my church clothes. Her hair was thrashed, her nightgown soaked, and she still had a naked bottom. Mom grabbed a rag and started wiping her down, giggling the whole time. It only got worse when Dad walked in.

"Did you know there is a giant wet spot in the - What the? Is she throwing up? Why are you laugh - Is she NAKED?!"

He couldn't get a full sentence out before he registered more of the picture. Mom and I just laughed harder and harder.

Wednesday, May 4, 2011

Tulip Festival

Ashlee took me to the Tulip Festival at Thanksgiving Point. It was our last hoorah before she leaves for Ecuador this week. It was a beautiful morning, and the perfect day to do. I have never loved walking around in flowers so much (and I have spent A LOT of time walking among flowers).

I was impressed how often they played around with contrasting colors and the patterns they would create. One of our favorites was the orange tulips with bluish/purple pansies.

I confess, I started playing around with my camera like everyone else there, and this was my favorite. I have always wondered what it would be like to be very small walking beneath flowers and watching how the light spilled through their petals.

This picture doesn't do the pathways justice. They were breath-taking.

And, I HAD to take a photo of the Ranunculus at the front of the garden. They are my ALL TIME favorite flower, and the garden only had them in a couple pots around the main building.

Ice Cream

I was out and about with Ashlee today, and we stopped for ice cream. While there, Ashlee ran into the cutest old man. He was standing in front of us in line, and turned around and started talking to her. I missed the conversation, but noticed her blushing. I got the recap:

How did you get to be so cute?
I don't know.
I do, its because you have freckles.
she rubs her face in embarrassment...
Don't try to rub them off! A girl without freckles is like a night without stars!