"If a man does away with his traditional way of living and throws away his good customs, he had better first make certain that he has something of value to replace them. "
~ Basuto proverb
This is a different kind of post, but maybe not.
We've been losing our history, by choice.
Everything now seems to come down to feelings and outrage, seen through a lens of current academic thinking, without context or grace. Washington and Jefferson are reviled, the Lincoln and FDR monuments are vandalized, Martin Luther King is dismissed as an Uncle Tom.
There's a movement, with support in the government, to dynamite Mount Rushmore.
Terrible for society, but worse when done to ourselves.
Here at a twilight that will not see another dawn in this world, I look back on the day.
I made mistakes
Lots of mistakes, some of which tempt me to brand that person I was as selfish, egotistical, and sometimes downright cruel.
Worthy of being cast into the outer dark, unloved, unwanted.
And yet... that person is a part of what I am now. The judge I am almost longing to become is a wounded hyena, snapping at his own entrails.
I can't afford that kind of self-destruction, not with my audience in the Throne Room so very near.
I have to offer grace, forgiveness for wrongs, and recognition for what was done right, or at least done to the best of my ability.
True for me.
True for America.
We live at end of history,
and little now remains
and little now remains
of Manifested Destiny
and The Plow That Broke The Plains.
Washington was racist,
and Lincoln, criminal,
San Juan Teddy fascist,
and JFK just dull
for his failure to admit
that the past's not real
and can blithely be rewrit
on lines of how we feel,
and MLK and Colonel Custer
stand side by side at final muster.
The Five Minute Friday prompt this week is POSSIBILITY.
Is there yet possibility
this land won't find its grave,
we'll turn back to civility,
and America be saved
from those who would tear, destroy
from their place within
with any tool they can employ;
but where do we begin?
There are no brazen charioteers
on rescue-ride down yonder hill;
no, if aid may still betide
if has to come from will
and from what we choose to do;
it's up to us, friend, me and you.
Well, five minutes minus a couple seconds, and on the same topic.
Like a pat of butter, I'm on a roll.
Music from Jesus Jones, with Right Here, Right Now. A song from a better time.