Politics, religion and most of our history is one enormous pile of crap. After walking knee-deep in this excrement for nearly 7 decades, I’m weary. Oh, there are occasional moments of bliss, but they seem to quickly fade into the cesspool of singular, amorphous muck- a blending of homogeneous banal effluence. What history continues to prove is that the world is essentially made of two disparate groups. In proportion, one is minuscule yet powerful. The other massive and benign. Shysters and shystees. Recall your dreary history classes, the Bible stories. It’s the common thread of the human being. The few dominates, the mass of followers. Those few with power, the vast pool of the powerless.
Occasionally, a rare one from the masses rises up to wrest power, to challenge the self-imposed authority of the baron, the king, the dictator, yet often only for a brief moment, then is drowned in the cesspool of normalcy. Yet that is never the norm but rather the exceptional moment. Such uncommon heroic events are well-documented and held up as examples to the masses as symbols of hope. You, too, black child of the urban ghetto, can rise up from the muck surrounding you to sit in the White House. Sure you can. Your GED will help.
And you, brown-skinned Chicano, bent over in the cucumber field, you could rise up as well. You ought to learn English, though. The same for you, toe-headed, barefoot child of Appalachia, sipping your Mountain Dew. Rise up, son, pick yourself up by your bootstraps and make something of yourself. Lincoln did it, for crying out loud! What’s the matter with all of you? Do you really want to live a life among the undigested bits of beef, a blots of mustard, a crumbs of cheese, and fragments of an underdone potatoes? What’s stopping you from achieving great things here in the Land of the Free and Home of the Brave?
You won’t. And neither will the other two. Like the Indian caste system, you will live out your less-than-long lives right where you belong. In the ghetto, the farm fields, the hills and hollers. Just like your parents and their kin. Know your place in life. Stay there and do what you are told. Don’t dream too big because your dream will be a dream deferred. You are an integral part of the never-ending, intergenerational cycle of poverty and inequality. The baron, the king and the dictator like you just like that.