Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Why I Have No Hope for Justice and Equality In The USA

Today is a great day to be a white supremacist in America.  At least, I assume it is.  I have never been one of them and really can't identify.

Last night our government affirmed, again, that shooting down young black men in the street is good and right.  For white supremacists these validations of their contempt and blood-lust must fill their breasts with pride, the sky with a larger sun and the air with a preternatural freshness.  I can only assume that the demons who gnaw what little remains of their shriveled souls also draw just a little more nourishment from their labors.

The rest of us can respond in any number of ways.  We can be disappointed, but only if we went into yesterday with hope for justice in our nation.  For people like me, people who know that empires built on violence generate ever more unmanageable violence on their way to imploding, there is only anger.  We have anger that another black man has been gunned down by a smug white supremacist and the ruling class is patting him on the back for a job well done.  We are not surprised, disappointed, dismayed or taken aback.  We are just angry.

Not only will the revolution not be on television, there will be no revolution.  The good people who would choose an egalitarian society are outnumbered and out-gunned.  Even if we weren't, using violence against fascists is a huge gamble for one simple reason: they like it!  It validates everything they believe and justifies their violence.

There is, quite literally, no hope for the forces of justice and equality in the USA's political system.  There will be no meaningful reform.  Our only hope is to create tiny communities, out of the way, beneath our enemy's notice and, whenever possible, beyond their influence.

I would like to say, with a sigh of resignation, that the battle for the soul of America has been lost, but the situation is far worse.  There was no battle for the soul of America.  America was born in slaughter and genocide.  America has no soul.  It has the rattle of the dead, the cries of the bereaved, and the ever dimmer inner lights of the killers.  No soul wishing to thrive can abide here.  If America ever had a collective, living, loving soul (which I doubt) it died at Wounded Knee or with its wrists tied to a whipping post in Virginia.

Let those who rejoice in the death of Michael Brown and the freedom of Darren Wilson enjoy their bright, sunny day.  There is nothing of America, neither the sun nor the air, that I want.

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