America You’re Sick

America - Stranger in my own landAmerica, you’re sick.

There is much about you which is beautiful. But a part of you is diseased.

It’s the part which speaks about being “pro-life”, but then casts aside those who are already here.

It’s the part which sees someone different from you as a cancer to be cut out.

It’s the part which revels in violence, both at home and abroad.

We’ve had Trayvon Martin. We’ve had Mike Brown. We’ve had Eric Garner. And each time justice was denied.

But that’s okay, isn’t it? It was “them” who got it. “They” deserved it. “They” always deserve it. They’re lazy. They’re thugs. They don’t respect themselves. They’re animals.

But “they” is a funny idea. You can go along your whole life, confident in the notion that you’re “one of us”, that you’re of the elect, that the world is made to cater to you. And then, suddenly, one day, without expecting it, you’re no longer “us”. You’ve become “them”. You’re no longer needed. You’re expendable.

You weren’t a communist. You weren’t a Jew. You weren’t black.

But if you think that those who stoke racism to remain in power actually care about you, you haven’t studied history. (Of course you haven’t studied history. That’s also part of the plan.)

You can pretend you’re part of the Elect. You can pretend that nothing will change for you. You can pretend all this, as you work for Wal-Mart, as your schools fall into a chasm, as your children have fewer opportunities than you. You can pretend all this as your water is poisoned, your air is fouled, and your health is disregarded. You can think that you’ll be taken care of, when all that’s happening is that you’re being taken for a ride.

Those of you who think “they” got what they deserved should realize that eventually you’ll be one of “them”. You’re useful now. You vote in those who plot your demise, gladly, with songs in your heart, because “they” will get what’s coming to them.

But when “they” are gone, when “they” are beaten down, do you think you’ll escape unharmed?

Either “they” will rise up, with nothing left to lose; or those whom you so blindly follow will put the final touches on the Great Work. You will find out that you were never really part of the club, but useful idiots, used to kill yourselves, used to kill what used to be a moderately good country.

When the niggers and the kikes and the fags and the chinks and the spics and the towel heads are all put in their places (maybe even beneath the ground), do you think you’ll escape? Do you think you’re that special? Do you think you’ll get all the goodies that you denied them? Do you think you’ll move out of that trailer park to a grand mansion?

You probably do. And that’s why you’re idiots. Useful, but idiots. And no one will speak for you, because those who should have been your allies will be gone.

There is an “us” versus “them” in this country, and you have it all wrong. You’re not on the winning side. The Koch’s value you only for your acquiescence. Once that’s no longer required, expect the deluge. And you’ll wonder how things got so awful. The mirror will give you your answer.

If this country has any hope, it has to get the “us” and “them” right. The “them” are the few who think that the world is theirs by right. The “us” should be the mass who shouldn’t want to see a world not imagined by the most fervent dystopian writers.

But “they” know how to keep us separated. It’s so easy. It’s God and culture and tradition. It’s fear.

Fear is the soul killer. It has to be confronted and rejected. It has to be thrown back in their faces.

In these latter days it’s difficult to keep up hope. I find it difficult. But what else can we do? As the great Stephen Hawking said: “However bad life may seem, there is always something you can do, and succeed at. While there’s life, there is hope.” Hope is our greatest weapon. We have to keep using it.

~ Liberal Librarian

When the Nazis came for the communists,
I remained silent;
I was not a communist.

When they locked up the social democrats,
I remained silent;
I was not a social democrat.

When they came for the trade unionists,
I did not speak out;
I was not a trade unionist.

When they came for the Jews,
I remained silent;
I wasn’t a Jew.

When they came for me,
there was no one left to speak out.

– Martin Niemoller

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