History Explains Us - This Moment Will Define Us

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Listen to the cadence of the blowing wind. Listen to the smothered cries of forsaken dreams as they fade and float away like falling leaves of time into the flowing waters that quench the thirst and appetite of fields that draw the breath and sweat of toiling human souls under the scorching summer sun

HISTORY EXPLAINS US – THIS MOMENT WILL DEFINE US

By Al Garcia

Listen to the cadence of the blowing wind.  Listen to the smothered cries of forsaken dreams as they fade and float away like falling leaves of time into the flowing waters that quench the thirst and appetite of fields that draw the breath and sweat of toiling human souls under the scorching summer sun.

Listen to the sounds that shatter the silence of the night -- sounds that wake and stir the conscience and keep alive the embers that fuel the fires that ignite the heart and soul of ordinary men.  Listen to the muted voices of those long gone who never got to see or feel or savor the harvest of their lives. 

It is the ceaseless sound of time that beguiles and beacons memories, illusions and dreams of yesterdays.  Of days when black and brown men once hanged from blemished trees, lifeless and alone, in crowded fields of watching silent men with downcast eyes in shame, simply because they were not allowed to belong in the land of the free and the brave.

Listen to the swaying Magnolia trees, as blood is spilled on battlefields, with tortured wails of agony and exhaustion emanating from the souls of brother pitted against brother, the north against the south -- with each moment drenching the ground in crimson and in tears.  You can feel and sense the anguish and the pain of that time and that place. 

I can hear the echoes of clashes and of struggles – of Indians slaughtered by settlers of every kind, and of legendry tales of massacres and murders -- all endorsing and sanctioning the expanding boundaries of our emerging realm from sea to shining sea.  And many of us can relate and comprehend the terror and the fear of such utter hate and dislike. 

Listen to the song of time, it tells of our flag flying triumphantly above defeated grounds, with echoes of agony and heartache left in its wake, teaching us that no freedom is just obtained or gained without resistance or without sacrifice.  Through loss and pain and tears, we have learned that freedom is not just a legacy, but a celebration of life, ideas and ideals shared and earned by the melting pot of the rainbow humanity that makes up America. 

There is across our land, a pride and a compassion for the struggles and voices silenced by time -- voices that did not know where their struggle would lead, or what their suffering, their marching, their protest or even their ultimate sacrifice would ever achieve.  We raise our heads and our voices for the champions of our past.  We hold our hand against our heart to feel the sense of life beneath our human shield to feel the life of those who sacrificed for us.  And we continue to hear the voices silenced by hatred and mistrust, and we recall those destroyed and enslaved simply because of their color or their origin.

So why, I ask, are we so divided and alienated, one against the other?  Who will gain by the division, the hate and the mistrust?  It certainly will not be America.  Listen to the blowing winds that drift across our land.  Listen to the sound of the beating drums of hate, or hear the resonating ring of freedom’s bell, and then decide which sound best defines your America.

For me, I hear the reverberating sound of our Liberty Bell, and the sound of the brave and silenced voices of those who made us proud to be born in the U.S. of A. 

Our history – the good, the bad, the ugly – explains us.  But it is this moment and this place in time that will define us as Americans and as a nation.  So, listen to the sounds around you, and hear our destiny as it rings, loud and clear.


Submitted: May 23, 2021

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