Memorial Day 2011: Life after War

I would invite readers to go to the following article, written by a member of Give an Hour. It tells the poignant story of a war veteran, hopelessly lost to drugs and despair, trapped in post-traumatic stress disorder and with few resources to help (most petered out before she could recover). The story seemed too appropriate for Memorial Day, just observed yesterday, not to share. However, since it seems to be copyrighted, I have decided simply to include the link and urge you to take the time to follow the link and read the story; you won't regret it. You can find it here: I Served My Country...and Wound Up Living in My Car The veteran is Jennifer Crane; the author is Lynn Harris. If you can help GAH through a donation or through spreading the world, you will involve yourself in a very worthy cause. Visit the GAH website for more information.

Reminder! We Don't Live Here Anymore!

Hey there little lords and ladies. Just a friendly little reminder that this here blog isn't being updated any longer. If you want your favorite DC music folks, you now have two options for reading our stuff.

Terrible Chris now gets his kicks over at Odd Bloggings. For your weekly fill of nekkid innuendo and beaty jams, head his way.

Yours truly now resides at Fuzzy Logic, the place to get your fill of, well, everything I wrote about while co-CEO of LET. Also, shameless self-promotion, I'm now doing a monthly residency at Bella, near the 9:30 Club. Come see some of the bands I love live and in person each and every month.

Thanks to each and every one of you for reading. We really appreciate it, and if there were more hours in the day I'm sure we'd make it a point to makeout with all of you.

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Monday Morning Meditation #81: God Keeps His Promises

Let me begin the morning by wishing everyone a happy Memorial Day. This is one holiday I can never forget because my daughter, Noelle, was born on the real Memorial Day (May 30), which falls on the same day as the Monday observation this year, a rarity. Of course, not being used to the celebration being on the real day, I somehow became confused and the family ending up celebrating Noelle's birthday a day early -- and she did not say a word until afterward! (I wonder if she got confused, too.)

This week I read through Jeremiah until I reached Chapter 35, which sent me scurrying to research sources, as well as to Jewish scholars who are friends of mine. In this chapter, God tells Jeremiah to invite the Rechabites, a tribe living at that time in Jerusalem, to wine and dine with him. The Rechabites, who had come to avoid the armies of Chaldea and Aram (Syria), were a nomadic people, following the original practices of Israel and the dictates of Jonadab, son of Rechab, the father of their tribe:

3. We do not drink wine," they said to me: "Jonadab, Rechab's son, our father, forbade us in these words: 'Neither you nor your children shall ever drink wine. Build no house and sow no seed; neither plant nor own a vineyard. You shall dwell in tents all your life, so that you may live long on the earth where you are wayfarers.' Now we have heeded Jonadab, Rechab's son, our father, in all his prohibitions. All our lives we have not drunk wine, neither we, nor our wives, nor our sons, nor our daughters. We build no houses to live in; we own no vineyards or fields or crops, and we live in tents; we obediently do everything our father Jonadab commanded us.

The reason God had asked Jeremiah to tempt the Rechabites in this way was to point out how well they obeyed in comparison to the rebellious Israelites who were about to be led into captivity for their unwillingness to do the same. As a reward for their faithfulness, God promised that there would "always be a Rechabite standing in service to Him."

Reading: Jeremiah 35.

Meditation: When we read this chapter recently in our Bible Studies group (my reading of Jeremiah has corresponded the past couple of months with our Bible Studies, which has been quite exciting and certainly mathemagenic), questions were raised as to whether God had kept His promise. After all, where do the Rechabites live today? No one calls themselves by that name.

The description of the lifestyle of the Rechabites, however, reminded me of the Bedouin tribe I had lived with in Jordan: they raised goats, planted no crops, drank no wine, lived in tents, and were devoted to Allah (God). I wondered whether they could be the descendants of the Rechabites and set out to do some research, as I mentioned above. What I learned did not surprise me: the Bedouin tribes in the area of the Dead Sea (near where I was living a few years ago and not all that far from where they were living in Jeremiah's time) trace their ancestry to Jonadab, son of Rechab. In addition, there are supposedly a few people living in Yemen, not far from where the tribe with whom Jeremiah spoke had come from, who consider themselves descendants of the Rechabites. So, yes, it would appear that God did keep His promise. (Could there have been any doubt?)

Contemplation: That is far as I can go with you this Monday morning. I now retire to private prayer to thank God for always keeping His promises, to repent for any time I have been rebellious, to ask for more opportunities to learn obedience, and to praise God for the ways in which He shows His faithfulness to us. Then I will move on to contemplation, my favorite part of the day, letting God take over the direction in which my relationship with Him moves.

I will leave you now to your prayer and contemplation. First, though, I would like to bring to your attention a Monday morning prayer post that you might enjoy:

Fr. Austin Fleming, priest of the Archdiocese of Boston and pastor in Concord, Massachusetts, posts a prayer each Monday morning that he calls "Monday Morning Offering." I enjoy his prayers very much. I think you also will find them inspirational. He has graciously given me permission to include a link to his blog on my Monday Morning Meditation posts. (During the week, he also posts great homilies and other thoughtful discussions. I enjoy reading those, too, as do readers of this blog who have taken the stroll over to his blog.)

For additional inspiration throughout the week, I would point out two sets of blogs: (1) the list of devotional blogs on my sidebar and (2) my blogroll, where I am following a number of inspirational priests and writers about spiritual matters. I learn so very much from all these people. I highly recommend them to you.

Spiritual Sunday #24: No Words Needed

For more Spiritual Sunday posts, I recommend that you wander over to the website of Charlotte and Ginger, who host the Spiritual Sunday meme.

Because I do not blog on Sundays -- keeping it as the sabbath, a practice started by Fr. Christian Mathis (Blessed Is the Kingdom) -- I usually use older posts (forgotten perhaps but hopefully still interesting) from one or another of my blogs that seem appropriate for this meme. This week, however, one of my colleagues shared a picture, source unknown (otherwise I would give credit), which is a post all by itself. Would you agree that any words would just take away from the message and feel of this picture?



Peace to all! Prayers for all -- always!

The Dandelion

This morning being Saturday, I was awakened not by the alarm clock but by the sun shining through the window onto my bed. As our little Simone shifted from where she lay sleeping by my feet to better capture some of the sun's rays on her fur, something in which she delights, she unintentionally nudged me awake. Opening my eyes, I caught sight of, then focused on, a newly blooming dandelion. Ah, the dandelion!

Consider the dandelion: most gardeners work out to remove it from lawns and wherever else it may grow. (It likes to grow and spreads readily, as we all know.) We don't really welcome the dandelion.

Think, however, of the dandelion from a more positive point of view. The dandelion is a perennial; it always returns. Its long, lance-like leaves are toothed; hence, the name (Old French: dent-de-lion, or tooth of the lion). Now, that is some protection from those who would weed it out, literally. While we have generally developed a negative attitude toward the tooth of the lion, that tooth provides us with so much, not the least of which is an example of how God has fashioned nature to provide for all needs.

Beauty, nurture for the aesthetic part of us. Yes, though we may not welcome the dandelion, most of us do find it pretty.

Alimentation, nurture for the physical part of us. The leaves can add special flavor to our salads or be cooked as greens, like spinach, for a vegetable meal. The root, too, can feed us like any other tubular root. Then, of course, there is dandelion wine that provides just a tad more to our diet than simple alimentation. Dandelions are good for our health and have more vitamins and nutrients than any cultivated plant: betacarotene, calcium, iron, vitamins B, vitamin C, vitamin D, vitamin E, vitamin P, potassium, phosphorus, magnesium, insulin, and zinc. It improves the functioning of the liver, kidneys, spleen, stomach, pancreas, bladder, and intestings. Dandelion tea, here I come!

The tenacity of the dandelion bespeaks its delicateness. Those little white flying feathers that are left over when the yellow is gone scatter everywhere on the wings of the wind to share the next generation of dandelions with neighbors and owners alike.

Nature is, indeed, awesome. The multiple uses of the plants that God has given to us, as I described a while back in a post on the walnut tree at our previous residence, continues to amaze me!

7 Quick Takes Friday #60

See more 7 Quick Takes Friday contributions at Jennifer Fulwiler's Conversion Diary.

I am certainly glad that this week is over! Unfortunately, I am likely to feel that way every week until the end of June! Well, read on. The explanation follows.

1. This morning we senior managers learned that we have a major inspection from our headquarters for which we have to prepare and which may (probably will) result in programs being cut. Please pray that all will go well with this inspection the third week of June. Until then, we are preparing all our presentations with many, many rehearsals and several murder boards (aggressively negative questioning by listeners who will be helping us to prepare perfect presentations). Every other day until D-Day we have something due or a rehearsal. Hm...a month of no-sleep days? Is it possible to exist in that manner that long?

2. Yesterday we took our triennial organizational picture. We all gathered in the park and smiled for the photographer. Unfortunately, I forgot that we were taking the picture, and I decided that since I could not do casual Friday this week because of some serious Friday meetings, I would do casual Thursday since I had no meetings on my calendar. I wore a Bahraini dress -- comfortable -- and a Syrian shawl -- warm. Not business attire, however. Now, my ethnic attire will be memorialized on our headquarters wall for three years! Oops!

3. Wednesday afternoon I crashed a party -- in spite of a busy week of somber meetings, I have ended up at a number of parties and lunches. Thank God! That maintained my sanity in an otherwise stressful environment. I was able to attend noon Mass on Wednesday at a local chapel. After Mass, two friends from the secular Franciscan order to which I belong scooped me up and pulled me into the room where they have morning Bible studies. It was the birthday for one of them, and they wanted to share "lunch" (the party leftovers) with me. Fun!

4. I definitely gained weight on Wednesday. (The scale confirmed a two-pound addition, but I lost it in the next two stressful days, which the scale also confirmed. Is that what is known as a yo-yo diet, or is that yo-yo string too short?) After the Wednesday afternoon birthday party, I came home to a cookout at my house for our final Bible Studies class. Too much good eating. Just right amount of good conversation and good friends.

5. Earlier this week I found myself between the proverbial rock and a hard place. My colleague had presented a project that he especially likes to his boss. The project is very problematic. I know that because I know more about the topic than he does, but he did not ask for my input. The CEO turned to me, knowing that this was an area of expertise for me, and asked my opinion. Ouch! Should I support my colleague and lose the respect of the CEO or present my understanding of the truth and risk the resentment and anger of my colleague. I finally decided on the latter; the truth is always the best policy, right? Well, the next morning I get a note from our finance office, telling me that the CEO will not accept the project for funding unless I approve it. I cannot because I think that there are some serious problems with it that can actually harm our organization. Once again, I stated my opinion honestly, this time in writing. Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!

6. In spite of this morning's moribund meeting about the coming axe to fall, the rest of today was great. After the meeting, I met some friends for lunch. Willie was my teacher years ago, and has been retired for more than 20 years. He is married to our personnel director, and once a year he and I go to lunch. We joke that I have to ask her to make our date! This year she joined us, and it was such a nice relaxing moment after the dire conversation of the morning.

7. Today day ended on a bittersweet note. My very able, even beloved, assistant of three years, Sean, is retiring, and his wife had arranged a retirement party. My boss's boss said some very nice words, and I presented my assistant with a plaque. The program had the quote from the Bible that says, "Here I am, Lord, send me." I guess that must be his favorite verse. I had asked God to lead me to the right parting words, and that prayer was answered. When I saw that verse, I knew how to end my speech, which had remained unfinished until that point. In ending, I read the verse from the program and added, "God must love me because he sent Sean to me." Sean told me he was very touched by my words, and so did many others. They were not my words, though. They were the words God gave me to say.

And now I am going to look forward to a 3-day weekend! I hope you have a peaceful three days, as well.

Monday Morning Meditation #80

I missed posting last week because I was in the middle of a technological nightmare. I had landed in Yorktown, Virginia and was awaiting a colleague to arrive who is more skilled at technology than I am since everything I had touched last weekend had fallen apart -- including my blackberry, which meant I could not communicate with anyone at work except by laptop (i.e. when I was somewhere where I could use the big, clunky thing, which I guess I will have to carry around everywhere with me now). I can use my iPhone for getting personal email, but business email is supposed to come via our vpn and blackberries. Oh, well, I settled in and started preparing for my Tuesday presentation at a major conference with nearly 200 people in my "individualized" training session. Oh, the topic? The advantages of using technology in training!!!!!! (Long story short: the techies helped out, the computers and Internet worked, and the presentation was a smashing success.)

At least, reading Jeremiah draws me away from my tech woes, which continue at a very different level this week back at work in my California office. No tech in Jeremiah's life! Ah, to return to such a lifestyle. On the other hand, no way would I want to have been Jeremiah. All those negative messages he had to deliver...!

One of the many messages delivered by Jeremiah that I read this week was one that struck home big time:

“Woe to him who builds his palace by unrighteousness,
his upper rooms by injustice,
making his own people work for nothing,
not paying them for their labor.

Reading: Jeremiah 22:13

Meditation: I once worked, not all that long ago, for an Egyptian mogul who called himself Dr. Abdullah. I say "called himself" because he held only a bachelor's degree. However, thanks to infusing large amounts of money into various educational institutions with which he formed partnerships that provided him with immense profit (yet was able to maintain accreditation and non-profit status because the institutions themselves were accredited). Because the institutions were located in the Middle East and American accreditors were afraid to travel so close to war zones and anti-American areas, they simply extended the accreditation of the home institution to the Middle Eastern campus without nary a visit. Dr. Abdullah happily provided all the paperwork requested although little of it reflected the reality.

I was thrown into that mix when I was hired as a senior administrator. I watched in alarm and sadness as Dr. Abdullah, prone to tantrums, would, for no apparent reason fire one person or another who crossed him, usually inadvertently. As for paying a fair wage -- the unfair wages Dr. Abdullah paid were a minor problem compared to the fact that sometimes he made faculty wait 3-4 months to receive their pay. That was one area in which I took him on -- and won -- when I arrived.

Another area, in which I quickly became embroiled, was the fact that no bookstore would order books for our students because Dr. Abdullah owed them so much money. Although he seemed to be rolling in dough, to use the popular expression, and was, at least, living high on the hog, to use another, he simply did not pay his creditors, moving from one to another until finally, in the case of books, he ran out of any store willing to serve our students. The last semester I worked for Dr. Abdullah as the senior administrator I purchased $30K worth of books for our students because no bookseller would give Dr. Abdullah credit. Dr. Abdullah promised to pay me back, but he never did. I ultimately gave up, writing him a letter, telling him that if his conscience ever poked him, he could give the money he owed me to a local charity for children that was desperately in need of funding. He never did; apparently, a conscience was not within him.

The verse in Jeremiah struck me because of a communication I received in relation to Dr. Abdullah. After I left his institution and moved on to better work, I would pray for him. I had no desire by then to be reimbursed or compensated for anything. I was simply concerned about his soul. If Jeremiah 22:13 is to be taken to heart, then Dr. Abdullah certainly needs prayer. However, one evening while praying for Dr. Abdullah, I heard the words, "Do not pray for that man."

Those words shocked me, and I had no idea how to respond. I never received any further clarification, but I did stop praying for him. I told a friend who is a pastor, and she said that she would pray for him instead of me. I have not heard from her whether she received any similar communication. Why would God not want me to pray for Dr. Abdullah? I have wondered about that for nearly five years. Now, reading what was said to Jeremiah, I am beginning to understand. Woe, I fear, awaits Dr. Abdullah. I feel terribly sorry for him although he is one of the richest people I know and seems to lack for nothing he wants in this life.

Contemplation: That is far as I can go with you this Monday morning. I now retire to private prayer to thank God for not granting me everything my family members or I might want, to promise to treat all God's people fairly, to repent for any time I have expected unfair "labor" (in the broadest sense of that word), and to ask for more opportunities to serve God and His people. Then I will move on to contemplation, my favorite part of the day, letting God take over the direction in which my relationship with Him moves.

I will leave you now to your prayer and contemplation. First, though, I would like to bring to your attention a Monday morning prayer post that you might enjoy:

Fr. Austin Fleming, priest of the Archdiocese of Boston and pastor in Concord, Massachusetts, posts a prayer each Monday morning that he calls "Monday Morning Offering." I enjoy his prayers very much. I think you also will find them inspirational. He has graciously given me permission to include a link to his blog on my Monday Morning Meditation posts. (During the week, he also posts great homilies and other thoughtful discussions. I enjoy reading those, too, as do readers of this blog who have taken the stroll over to his blog.)

For additional inspiration throughout the week, I would point out two sets of blogs: (1) the list of devotional blogs on my sidebar and (2) my blogroll, where I am following a number of inspirational priests and writers about spiritual matters. I learn so very much from all these people. I highly recommend them to you.

Spiritual Sunday #23: Fishes and Loaves for Columbia

For more Spiritual Sunday posts, I recommend that you wander over to the website of Charlotte and Ginger, who host the Spiritual Sunday meme.

Because I do not blog on Sundays -- keeping it as the sabbath, a practice started by Fr. Christian Mathis (Blessed Is the Kingdom) -- I use older posts (forgotten perhaps but hopefully still interesting) from one or another of my blogs that seem appropriate for this meme. It seems to work to bring out the older posts that many have not read before or ones from other blogs I maintain that readers of 100th Lamb may not know about. The one that came to mind today chronicled my early experiences with Padre (Fr.) Julio, who recently came up from San Diego to bless our new home. If you have read posts over the past couple of years about Padre Julio, then the first post might be of interest -- and it contains what seems like a bona fide miracle, to boot. I hope you enjoy reading it.

Wishing you a peaceful Sunday -- well, whatever is left of it!

7 Quick Takes Friday #59

See more 7 Quick Takes Friday contributions at Jennifer Fulwiler's Conversion Diary.

This has been a week that I choose not to repeat. Golly, the stress level rose to the top of the barometer and broke through. Colleagues, too, had the opportunity to share the stress, but whatever rises, ultimately drops, so things, in most cases, did get better.

1. Money had its moments this week. Down and up. First, I got the bill for the few minutes that I used the cell phone to call from Qatar and, mostly, to respond to some urgent emails: a $900 bill for less than a week in the desert outside Doha. Then, I found that my merit pay this year was only $400 for the entire year. Accepting that as being a matter of my organization not having much money to spend and hoping that my employees were given more since they need it more, I was astonished the following day to find out that this was just a salary increase and that I will soon receive a cash bonus of $3600, just about the amount that we desperately need to fix our deck and paint the house trim, which has dried out and is starting to deteriorate. Yippee!

2. Two days ago I was casually reading some posts on Facebook and found a comment from my nephew's wife that her divorce would be final on June 2. Say what?! I sent her a note and asked her if I had read correctly, and she said yes. Apparently, my nephew has hopped into bed with another (married) woman and is about to have a second son, with this woman and not with his wife. His wife filed for divorce. I have, indeed, been traveling too much. All of this has been going on for some time. (Of course, she is not in the habit of consulting me on her love life, as is the case with my own children, i.e. all those children I raised for all or part of their lives.) I am proud of her and my nephew that they have resolved everything amicably and with respect in order to give their six-year-old son a sense of security and love for both parents.

3. Today was the most miserable of the days. I learned that one of the senior leaders (above me) got into trouble for not doing his portion of a project that we have been working on together. So, he told the CEO that I was the one who had fallen through on the project. I was shocked, but there is not much I can do because of the relative statuses of all involved. I just have to relax and assume that the CEO will eventually find out the truth on his own. Life is like that: truth does have a way of ultimately coming out.

4. To add insult to injury, the CEO referred to a major reorganization at our big pow-wow this morning and looked directly at me. I know he has significant respect for me (after all, I just got that very nice bonus), but I certainly wish that he would consult with me about any reorganization that will affect my division and my employees. As it is, I will have to wait until the pieces start falling into place. I brainstormed this afternoon with my most trusted subordinate. We are planning for several possibilities so that we can have the best possible outcome for our employees. I will land on my feet. I am a permanent employee, and unless I really mess up my work (hopefully, unlikely), I don't have to worry about moving into a similar or better position than where I am. However, the employees who work for me are used to being empowered, and none of the other divisions empower people. Sometimes, I feel quite isolated in a sea of peers and bosses. Well, God put me in this job, so I assume God will control where I end up. (Note: Pow-wow print for sale from Lydia Dillon-Sutton.)

5. All these stressful machinations were accompanied by meeting after meeting. At least, two long meetings every day occupied my working hours all week. Since I find it difficult to sit still, I truly overloaded on meetings this week. When I have a lot of meetings, I end up having to do my paperwork in the evening. This happened every day this week. Boring! Tiring! I fell asleep on the couch every day, checking my personal email.

6. There was one bright spot at work: lunch. Thursday's lunch was much more successful than my last business lunch when I met with a colleague at a local fish restaurant -- except he went to the one on the north side of town and I went to the one on the south side (20 minutes apart). This time, a Greek colleague I have not seen in four years returned from Greece, called me, and we met at the local Greek restaurant. The only thing better than eating Greek is eating Greek with a Greek!

7. Cats are great companions. I think Murjan, who is a very sensitive cat, must have felt some of my stress. All week he stayed at my side every minute I was home, meeting at the door, wanting to be petted or have his belly rubbled, snuggling against me, curling up on my lap, licking my face. He created an easy de-stress environment for me. I rescued him in Jordan a few years ago, and he rescued me from my stress a few days this week. Life is balanced!

Wishing for you a balanced weekend!

Adolf Hitler

famous people

Adolf Hitler (born 20 April 1889 - died 30 April 1945 at age 56 years) was Chancellor of Germany from 1933 and Führer (Leader) (Third Reich), Germany since
1934 until he died. On August 2, 1934, he became dictator of Germany after President von Hindenburg died.

Uniting position became chancellor and president of the Nazi Führer at once made ​​as a single party in Germany. He is also a Chairman of the Nationalist-Socialist Party (National Socialist Germany Workers Party or Nationalsozialistische Deutsche Arbeiterpartei / NSDAP), known by the Nazis. Nazis officially disbanded after the German defeat in World War II are great because Hitler's dictatorship system. Hitler was a charismatic orator, Adolf Hitler was one of the most influential leaders in the world.

When World War II would end, Adolf Hitler committed suicide in his underground bunker in Berlin with his wife whom he married not long ago in the bunker, Eva Braun.

Alois Hitler (Adolf Hitler's father from 1837 to 1903), is an employee of the customs office. His mother, Klara Pölzl (1860-1907), was the third wife of Alois. Hitler family moved moved from Braunau am Inn to Passau, Lambach, Leonding, and Linz. Small Hitler was a good student at school in junior high school. But in sixth grade, his first year in high school, Hitler failed and had to repeat the grade. Hitler later claimed that the failure was caused by the rebellion of his father, Adolf Hitler who wanted to follow a career as a customs officer.

After a long fight Adolf Hitler's defeat on every battlefield, Hitler realized that defeat is inevitable. Initial defeat of Hitler is now pounding the city of Kursk Soviet Union with Operation Citadel, the German forces consisted of the 800,000 infantry, 2700 armored tanks, 2,000 combat aircraft and led by General Erich Von Manstein and General Walther Models while the strength of the Soviet Union consisted of 1.3 million infantry , 3600 tanks, and 2,400 combat aircraft. Plan of attack has been understood in detail by the intelligence of the Soviet Union in Switzerland.

Germany suffered a blow deadly blow at Stalingrad and the Allied attack on Normandy and failed in the Ardennes Offensive, the counterattack by the German army, or Wehrmacht, and some remaining panzer division led by General Mantauffel during snow season to reclaim the city of Antwerp in Belgium. This attack took place in a stumbling - seok and end up failing because of lack of supplies and fuel for the German Panzer panzer so many who are still "Fresh from the Oven" like Tiger and Panther tanks sitting on the roadside due to run out of diesel.

Adolf Hitler realized his downfall was imminent and then married his mistress Eva Braun, Adolf Hitler and Eva Braun committed suicide together on April 30, 1945. His body was burned so as not to fall into enemy hands, and after Hitler's death a few days later the Germans finally surrendered to the Russian party and allies. After World War 2 ended, Germany was divided into 2 areas, namely West Germany who is in power and the East German allies who are in power the Soviet Union. This happens due to the Cold War. But at the end of the 20th century two separate German territory was finally reunited, after the collapse and destruction of the Berlin Wall.

Mahatma Gandhi

famous people

Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi born in Porbandar, Gujarat, India, October 2, 1869 - died in New Delhi, India, January 30, 1948 at the age of 78 years, (Devanagari script: मोहनदास करमचन्द गांधी) also called Mahatma Gandhi (Sanskrit: "great soul" ) is a spiritual leader and politician from India.
Mahatma Gandhi was one of the most important involved in the Indian Independence

Movement. Gandhi is the activists who do not use violence, which carries the independence movement through peaceful demonstrations.
During the life of Mahatma Gandhi, many countries which are colonies of Great Britain. Residents in the colonies independence yearn for to govern their own country.

 Some of the members of his family worked in the government. As a teenager, Gandhi moved to England to study law, as a teenager. After he became a lawyer, he went to South Africa, a British colony, where he experienced racial discrimination known as apartheid. He then decided to become a political activist to be able to change the laws that are discriminatory. Gandhi also formed a non-violent movement.

 People from different religions and tribes living in India when it believes that India need to be broken up into several countries for different groups can have their own state. Many people wish for the followers of Hinduism and Islam have their own state. Gandhi was a Hindu but he likes the ideas of other religions including Islam and Christianity. Gandhi believed that human beings of all religions should have the same rights and peaceful coexistence in one state.

 The principle of Mahatma Gandhi, satyagraha, often translated as "right way" or "the road to truth", has inspired many generations of democracy activists and anti-racism like Martin Luther King, Jr.. and Nelson Mandela. Mahatma Gandhi often said that teaching values ​​is very simple, which is based on traditional Hindu beliefs: truth (satya), and non-violence (ahimsa).

 
On January 30, 1948, Mahatma Gandhi was murdered a Hindu man is angry with Him because he too sided with the Muslims.