Voting Rights Act
Wandering in the shadow of the past, wondering if our Hancock sun is rising or setting, misses the point: like a total eclipse, the blinding beauty of nature’s power is in the eye of those who’ve learned to behold – whereas denial leaves us defenseless against time and ignorant of evolution.
Few of us recognize, a life changing event, until it consumes us. For some, it was the exceptional ideals of a We the People Constitution. For others, a head-on collision playing football, or texting while driving.
Life changes as unexpectedly as a Gettysburg Address or Ferguson shooting. For some, the rise and fall of stock prices, or cash machines investing in voting machines transforming a Voting Rights Act Main Street dream into, dreamers go home.
Institutions don’t lie, but often, the people who run them, do. Post WWII financial, political and religious institutions used communications and educational institutions to convince otherwise intelligent adults that atomic power would bomb war into a deep freeze – but the missiles of October 1962 proved, denial precedes meltdowns.
Listening to Nikki Haley read to the United Nations Security Council was like streaming reruns of decades of American students being assured Duck and Cover, would save their lives from the Atomic Bomb; that they could be educated reading texts that, all but excluded female heroes, role models of color, contributions from Hyphenated Americans – tossing truth of Thanksgiving and Native Americans, into a spiraling white squall.
Shall we continue the self-delusion that dilutes world peace, or embrace the heroics of sincere dialogue: Listening graces brain power with the potential to overcome nuclear power.
Renewing our foundations in unconditional goodwill, enables equal opportunity and injects denial with the pre-existing condition of truth: our national security is inevitably intertwined with earth and all life upon it, so…
- First, do no harm
- Speak truth about the power of our leaders and ourselves
- Emulate those who believe character is the real measure of success
- Freely give to others what we ourselves wish to receive
Not only are we the change we’ve been waiting for, but we are the climate change we fear, the atomic bombs we’ve dropped and forgot — and those in need of affordable mental and physical healthcare, we ignore.
Any effort to take back, go back or hold back, incites our unwinnable war with destiny, because, with or without our permission, time moves ever forward – leaving in its wake, with every breath we take, an invitation to surpass the past, by achieving, what’s next.
Nonetheless, regardless which path we choose, we’ll attract friends, create enemies, periodically encounter sustainable leaps forward and alternately, battle addictive life changing denials: Opioids/Alcohol, Terror Cells/Smart Phones, iPods/iPads, Social Media/Television, DC/Wall Street Koch-heads – constantly challenging our electing principle over greed.
Much of life is a casting call: bully or bullied, caregivers or not my problem, but choosing progression over evolving into the company, habits and presidents we keep, shatters the denial of malice aforethought.
Language is used for both truth and falsehood – by heroes and deceivers. Being human is the life changing responsibility to learn the difference:
- No Child Left Behind – or – Global Warming
- Political neophyte – or – morally bankrupt self-serving bigot
- Gas pipelines & offshore oil drilling – or – Solar panels
- Trump Towers laundering money – or – Wind Towers real air power
When we can, in an embryo, replace the bad gene of one parent with a good gene from the other parent, can’t we also prioritize finding a cure for Alzheimer’s, for what will it profit humankind if we gain cures for Cancers, heart decease and strokes, but lose our memory of the choice between war and peace.
Both Silence and violence are welcome mats over which narcissists enter as existential threats magnetizing voter fears to the denial of Demagogues among us.
Language, poetry or prose, oral tribal history or constitutional parchment, communicates and inspires, but only we can determine direction, interpretation or cause and effect.
Tuesday November 8, 2016, is the next opportunity for Americans to choose between Red State intimidation, federally sanctioned torture, Wall Street fear mongering and hope, change and Yes We Can. Missing from our ballots, in name only, is GW Bush v. Barack Obama.
We will be voting not only for who will succeed Barack Obama, but what.
I’ve never been an Obama worshipper, nor a believer of what Republicans have said about him. Like Jefferson, Madison, Monroe and Wilson, President Obama is a product of his time, necessarily touching the hem of the garment of compromise, better than most — chess playing his battle choices, arguably gaining more than he gave up to corporate giants and their political puppets.
Before Tuesday November 7, 2000, I never believed there were financial CEOs, smoke screening tobacco companies, pharmaceutical drug dealers, Food Desert creators addicting the unsuspecting to diabetes, nor elders of black gold polluting earth, air and water.
Never did I believe oral in the Oval could so poison thinking, contaminate judgement and corrode our electoral process that both American voters, and those who distain the privilege with abstinence, could so tea stain our national ideals, sacrifice our young on foreign and domestic battlefields and murder The American Dream, in selected neighborhoods.
Before the ascension of George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, I never imagined the party of Barry Goldwater could, with malice aforethought, deposit America’s deposits in the out-house of Corporatism. However, now that the legacy of Lincoln and Teddy Roosevelt has been so mutilated, isn’t it too late to, Go Set a Watchman, to warn us of the societal dangers in income disparity, gender inequality and an unlivable minimum wage?
Before, slavery, white supremacy and man’s inhumanity to man were forced underground with Good Friday’s bloodshed April 14, 1865, did, the South Shall Rise Again, foretell Citizens United and a gutted Voting Rights Law?
Averting our eyes in silence while others attempt to snatch the brass ring of a tarnished Exceptionalism, mistaking repetitive, braggadocios vain glory for God’s Will, do we not risk losing our souls on the altar of denial – not because we are an evil people, but because, in crucifixion, it is the not my job bystander who is the welcome mat allowing the evil of those who know not what they do, to nail our decency to the cross of hate for and fear of the creativity of diversity.
Putting our faith in bankruptcy experts and political prostitutes, guarantees easy Right now, but if we truly desire Heaven on earth, we need to reset our search engines to a higher ground. America’s survival will not be found in the distractions of Madison Avenue glitter, or the crowd think of the latest small screen device.
Long before my friendship with the voice of The Exorcist demon, Mercedes McCambridge, my Grandmamma shared with me her revelation of The War of Angels: the more you try to fight the good fight, the more the Devil, desperate for Likes and Followers, will connive to get you.
Listen, all our disharmony of Left v. Right, Black v. White, Environment v. Institutional greed, Gay v. Straight, Climate Injustice v. Oil Wars, Church v. State – is the same in-fighting in which humanity has engaged since before Christians were terrified that Darwin’s, pre-DNA theory of evolution by natural selection would uproot Eden’s Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil.
What really erodes a nation, is hating one’s fellow citizens and allowing the pitiful few to corral the global economy by financially raping the masses.
Truth is, except for brief shining moments, America has never lived out the true meaning of its creed: We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, for, with the possible exception of the first Easter, there is no perfection on earth — certainly not in the fairytales of the half that has been told in our classrooms.
Ponder this, perhaps The Good Fight for redemption cannot be won by humankind alone. Perhaps the glory of resurrection, comes with our ascension from our eternal internal struggle between Johnny Rocco’s, Yeah. That’s it. More. That’s right! I want more, to fixing our thoughts on what is true, honorable, pure, lovely and admirable – on people, places and things that are excellent and worthy of praise, like the Assumption of The Golden Rule.