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The One With The Battle For America

October 2nd, 2005 (08:20 pm)

What I'm Feeling At The Moment: hot
What I'm Listening To At The Moment: "Attack" by 30 Seconds To Mars

Hello, friends, family, comrades,
rebels, insurgents, refugees,
exiles, ex-patriots,
people in hiding,
and all the ships at sea.
I've debated on whether or not I should say this.
I wondered if it would do any good.

I have profound fears for the future;
deep anger and sadness for my country.
Our country.
Our country that's been stolen away from us.
Captured by those who traffic fear
and hatred and bigotry and poison.
I feel like we're lost in the forest right now.
We're down the rabbit hole and there's no end in sight.

I know you all feel the same sentiments.
The rage against the unanswerable abyss;
the terror of what lies ahead;
the confusion of what this nation has become.
I will not attempt to glide over the monumental disaster
that was this election.
There's no silver lining.
There's no redemption.
The illusion of hope in this last year
has been mercilessly stripped away.

The monster we face is now unleashed.
And free to wreak havoc
and spill the blood of the innocent.
We're in a dark place...
perhaps the darkest place.
Unable to even conceive the idea of light.
But we have been in such midnight moments before.

We have been in the pits of Vietnam
and the hanging trees of Jim Crow.
We have despaired on the cottonfields of Mississippi
and the bread lines of the depression.
We've been beaten down by crooked cops
and pushed around by factory bosses.
And terrorized by the Klan
and the fascists and the Nazis
and cheating politicians and wicked masters.

We have never surrendered.
We have never weakened or wavered.
Did we surrender at Kent State? Jackson State?
Did we surrender at hay-markets?
In the textiles mills of Pennsylvania?
In the coal mines of Colorado?
In the meatpacking plants of Chicago?
At the "pro-choice" rallies?
At the "equal rights for women" marches?
At the anti-war demonstrations?
At the strikes? The walkouts?
At the bus boycotts?


Remember we have history on our side.
We have the march for progress.
The struggle for what is right;
and good; and pure;
and free; and equal;
and just; and beautiful.

We have the raised fist of every fighter.
We have the power of the powerless.
We have the moral clarity of the dispossessed.
We are the heart and soul
of the struggle and battle that never ends.

Look to the heroes.
We are the inheritors of a proud past
populated by giants; heroes;
artists; revolutionaries;
thinkers; believers in mankind;
defenders of the oppressed.

We have the pen of Walt Whitman, Hemingway;
the determination of Cesar Chavez;
the faith of Martin and Malcolm;
the beauty of Billie Holiday and Duke Ellington;
the strength of Roosevelt and Kennedy;
the joy of Mark Twain.

The history of America
has been written by us.
It does not belong to fear mongers,
the puppeteers, the rich, the greedy;
the theocrats, and the mullahs.

They twist the constitution
but we make it straight.
They wrap themselves in the flag.
We fight for the freedoms,
not the fabric.
They shout out their pledges of allegiance
but we do the dirty work of democracy.
They claim to represent the real America
but we are the keepers of the tree of liberty.

It ain't over yet folks.
Not by a long shot.
So, cry a few tears.
And bang against the walls.
And scream it to the wind.
Then collect yourself.

Get back to work.
It's time to punch the clock.

The battle for America has begun.

This was taken from an amazingly haunting short film about the world we live in. It was directed by Alrick Brown.

To watch the film, check out TheBattleForAmerica.com.