The death of “Greatness” in America
By Gordon Duff STAFF WRITER/Senior Editor
I read today’s newspapers, demands for an attack on Iran. Iran has no nuclear program yet there is no voice in America to stand up to the liars. Dr. King is dead. He would have been heard.
King defined greatness. The silence today, the silence of the last decade and more? No American leader can be called great, none now, certainly not in decades, not since the deaths of John and Robert Kennedy. This lack of “greatness” is a national tragedy.
There is no greater symbol of “greatness” than that put forth by Martin Luther King in his “I have a dream” speech. The struggles have changed, some victories won but others are lost. When you hear Dr. King speak, compare his message with those of today. Put his words and feelings into today’s context.
A sniper’s bullet forces this to be an exercise of imagination, sadly.
The social contract in America is based on lies. Americans eat lies like the cheeseburgers they wear around their waists. The lies, they are worn around the soul. The lies symbolize our complicity in sin, murder, rape, torture, injustice of every kind. The nations we hold up as symbols of brutality, Stalin’s Russia, Hitler’s Germany, to many, Netanyahu’s Israel, with their propaganda factories, death camps and robotic and slavish people, America has long been on this list.
We just don’t know it or don’t admit it. We know it. We pretend we don’t care. This defines America in an era bereft of greatness, when the buffoons, the “Himmler’s” of our era, Beck and Palin, easy to see, but others, not so easy to see, drag us down.
More than one generation has come of age without knowing of Martin, John and Bobby. A army of blaspheming propagandists has worked tirelessly to besmirch their memory, and for a reason. Their spirit, real love for America, real patriotism, it has no place anymore. Americans are supposed to be rubes, turning on each other whenever our buttons are pushed, standing up to nothing, standing for nothing. We sat by silently when another generation was sent to war, perhaps our most brutal and unjust conflict so far. Reverend King would have been on the front lines, were he alive today, fighting to stop what America has become, bigoted, a bully, a nation easily fooled, ready to hate, obsessed with imaginary enemies, a nation obsessed with fear.
If you don’t know that 9/11 was a conspiracy, the Bush administration and Israel, learning about this is where you start. Lies are out there, but good information too, facts, science, testimony, hard documentation. The 9/11 plot is the most documented crime in world history, enough hard evidence is out there to send dozens of current and former government officials, diplomats, military officers and foreign nationals to prison or worse. If you have not begun the path toward learning the truth and are unwilling to take my challenge, to strike me down for using the words “evidence, science and fact” but choose to stay safe and warm while others die for a lie, you hold your manhood cheap.
There is no room for cowards, not anymore, not during wartime. People all over the world are dying and nobody is speaking up about it. The shootings in Tucson bring this to light. Why can’t the president, the press, treat every American death as though it were a tragedy? The Bush era tradition, sneaking the dead in, dark of night, Dover Air Force Base, never a member of the administration, not once, ever showing up. We checked, we caught them lying. King would remember those we forget.
King would have spoken for the dead, the living, the new victims of injustice and suffering and there are so many of those victims today, so many more than he would ever have imagined.
Without the protests of the hideous Westboro Baptist Church, our war dead would receive no recognition at all. In a perfect world, the objectionable Westboro protesters would be shaming the rest of us using ADL (Anti-Defamation League) type tactics, swastikas and Antisemitic slogans painted on synagogues and Jewish social centers. Instead, it seems, Westboro really means it. The only voice remembering our dead, the sacrifice, is this one.
There are no great men, no great women to stand up for any dead, American or otherwise, not when it comes to opposing profitable war or risking scorn from the friends of Israel.
We would no longer be able to ignore the 2.4 million civilian dead, most victims of starvation and disease brought on by policies adopted by the American government that were driven by greed, driven by Israeli ambition and insanity, fueled by race hatred, fueled by sick and twisted religious heresy here in America. Of that 2.4 million, over 100,000 were killed by military action, the vast majority “collateral damage,” innocent bystanders victimized by useless and uncontrollable billion dollar murder machines as part of the Pentagon’s “video arcade” proxy war.
What would Dr. King have to say? For a decade, America has sent her sons and daughters to kill, to die, to the remote places of earth, initially pumped with patriotic fervor, not to fight America’s real enemies, they are at home, not among us, certainly, but inside America, just not our America.
Our enemies are not seen. Their homes are at the ends of long driveways, behind locked gates, places few are invited and only the few even know of. America’s enemies live in islands of excess, an archipelago of privilege and inexorably, an archipelago of pure and unrelenting evil.
Only Dr. King could speak of this, as he was most aware of it then, he would certainly feel its bloated presence today. He would find, perhaps, a way of leaving hate out of his voice.
Or could he?
Posted by Gordon Duff, Senior Editor on January 17, 2011, With Reads Filed under WarZone. You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0. Both comments and pings are currently closed.