People who support racism and follow these dictators are traitors to the United States. They may not be aware of stochastic terrorism and how it works, how it gives rise to violence and leads to murder and war, but they do now. Be aware that you betray your fellow citizens and ancestors when you back such policies. You lose your very souls when you participate in killing citizens who simply oppose your views. We’re better than this.
We did not call out racist policies and statements loud enough in 2015 when the first Presidential campaigns began that have led to the erosion of our democratic system and our country. But we’re awake now. It’s time to speak up loud and clear from all corners across our country. We identify and no longer tolerate this Nazi Hitlerian abuse.
Spread the word, be heard. We are a land of immigrants and we are proud of all who contributed to the creation of the greatest country in the world. We shall now and henceforth known for our loving compassion and empathy for the human condition.
Humanity treads on dangerous ground now. We need to be careful where we step for history’s watching us. Hitler led us into WWII, but many did not go blindly even through they played victim, cried innocence. Hitler did not rise alone and those souls now pay the price for their blind allegiance. Karma sucks.
My parents were bigoted, prejudiced against minorities and others different than they. They lived out their lives in a patriarchy society and supported a “Leave it to Beaver” lifestyle by Dad working and Mom staying home to raise the kids. Mom never worked outside the home once we children were born. I believe she became afraid, unable, socially conditioned and mentally incapacitated to the point she could neither land a job nor hold it. She became “institutionalized”, held prisoner in her “Lucy” mentality in her own home due to social norms and the desire for acceptance by her tribe. One by one we left the nest. She had become so dysfunctional, my father remained the soul economic supporter and in the end that wasn’t sufficient to keep them out of debt and struggle.
By the end of their lives they managed to overcome their programming and embraced black people. My parents struggled with dementia. I’m not sure if they ever realized their youngest daughter married a Jewish doctor. I mentioned it often. But I’m not sure the news sunk in. I recall the bitter sting of Mom’s racist comments as she watched television and identified those who were not like her, not “her people”, not her tribe. Yet I forgive her as she ended her life friending those outside her tribal identification as a white person. In the end all that remained was one black friend. My father ironically ended up in the same Veteran’s home where he spent his last hours. William, his latest and what proved to be perhaps his greatest friend ever when he witnessed my father cry out, “Let me go! Set me free! I want out of here! Please let me go!”
Bill begged my sister Louise to please let her father, Bill go. Those were the last words, the final interaction the two Bills, (both WWII veterans) had with one another, that of ultimate compassion and love. Soon they were both gone, faded into history, into oblivion perhaps as individuals soon forgotten. But as the spirit of humanity, capable of bridging chasms spanning enormous gaps, they live on forever as an example of the divinity of love and the ability of humans to love despite it all.