To Feel the Passion and the Rage

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To feel the passion and the rage, is to see the exposed and tattered soul of America through tears and fears too long endured, and too long nurtured and emboldened by contaminated minds and ravaged hearts

TO FEEL THE PASSION AND THE RAGE

By Al Garcia

To feel the passion and the rage, is to see the exposed and tattered soul of America through tears and fears too long endured, and too long nurtured and emboldened by contaminated minds and ravaged hearts. 

To feel the passion and the rage, is to sense the contempt that has for too long trampled human decency and compassion over the pigmentation or shade of our reflections.  For what lies beneath the colored hues of human flesh defines the spectrum and the harmony of the breathing human rainbow of creation. 

It is the festering wounds of unachieved ambitions and disenchanted lives that breeds and proliferates the hatred and the bigotry toward those who dare to dream and dare to see beyond the boundaries of their past.  And it is the idealists and romantics of every age, of every color, of every type, who feel the passion and the rage of this moment, and who sense the changing rhythm of the consciousness of an awakening nation.

In the netherworld of Make America Great Again, white-robed and hooded nationalists and disillusioned and sullied bible-thumping hypocrites and racists, along with weak-minded men and women of no substance or character, are attempting to divide us, and to tarnish the great heritages and legacies that have made America the great melting pot of the world –not a perfect nation, but a tolerant and evolving nation of dreamers and believers. 

To feel the passion and the rage for black and brown lives stolen, is to acknowledge the evil and the intimidation that surrounds us.  Say their names, and feel the last few moments of their lives.  Say their names, sense the hopelessness they lived.  Say their names, and touch the tears that veiled their fear.

The campaign of hate and fear, of division and partition, and of apathy and callousness was reignited at countless rallies of ravaged and damaged souls.  That campaign continues still.  I saw faces at those rallies, devoid of decency or pride.  I felt the blackness of their hearts and the emptiness of their souls.  And I heard the voices of their contempt and disdain, as they uttered allegiance and fidelity to the vile and malevolent evil cloaked in deceptive and false patriotic rhetoric and counterfeit religious piety.

The effort to reignite burning crosses and replant lynching trees is exploding before our eyes and in our time.  The Grand Dragon, who bullies, demeans and berates decency and truth, is leading his disciples into the abyss of his own soulless and dismal mind, and back in time to a place long buried and obscured by the passing seasons, and by the weathered chapters of our history.  Yet, despite the beating drums of hate, there are true patriots and visionaries who still believe that our best is yet to come. 

America is becoming a nation of too many forgotten faces and names of men and women of courage and substance, snatched from our mist, and a nation of abandoned and shattered dreams, that now litter the byways and highways of our tomorrows.

To feel the passion and the rage at witnessing the ravishing of our nation and our souls, diminishes the greatness that was, and the nobility that reflected light on a world desperate for hope, and in need of dreams.


Submitted: May 22, 2021

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