Where Were You the Day America Was Lynched?

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Where were you on January 6, 2021, the day America almost came tumbling down? Where were you the day a lynching mob ascended the steps of our Capitol, determined to kill the spirit and the soul of America? Where were you the day America was lynched, and the world watched in horror and disbelief?

WHERE WERE YOU THE DAY AMERICA WAS LYNCHED?

By Al Garcia

Where were you on January 6, 2021, the day America almost came tumbling down?  Where were you the day a lynching mob ascended the steps of our Capitol, determined to kill the spirit and the soul of America?  Where were you the day America was lynched, and the world watched in horror and disbelief?

January 6th was the day the flames of hate consumed the heart and soul of a nation, and ignited the embers of suspicion, doubt, distrust and cynicism here at home and around the world.

That was the day when our humanity and our nobility was buried beneath the ashes of our shattered dreams by a throng of radical extremists disguised as patriots.  That was the day we found ourselves confronted with the reality of the evil that surrounds us, and with the depravity that thrives and flourishes in the dark recesses of the minds of ordinary men.

That was the very moment when our nation was in the throes of anarchy.  It was a moment in time that was hard to watch, and even harder to believe, much less imagine.  And I wondered then, and still do, about the motivation and determination that implored them to attempt to overthrow the very government that insured their right to assemble, to speak, and to vote. 

It is impossible to explain the ache that penetrated my mind and my heart at the sights and sounds of January 6th.  As a Veteran, I was appalled at the sight of my own countrymen taking up arms against us, in our own land, in our very seat of government.  As an American, I found it hard to conceive the utter terror and helplessness that I felt deep down inside of me. 

This was no attempt, but rather, it was the lynching of America.  It was a return to days of mindless reflections and timeless hate, when logic, reason and justice was found at the end of a noose hanging from a tree.  And, like the throngs that watched in fascination and tribulation the crucifixion at Calvary, many of us watched with dismay, revulsion, and even some fascination, at the noose that hung on Capitol Hill, awaiting a sacrifice in the name of justice, righteousness and validity of counterfeit patriotism.  At that very moment, I was daydreaming about all our yesterdays and of tomorrows that may never come.  I was imaging the unimaginable, thinking of the impossible, and just living the moment that seemed frozen in time.

What was going on in the minds of those who stormed into the Capitol with the intent to overthrow our form of government?  Had they forgotten, for that brief moment in time, that our nation epitomized the coming together, like catchers in the wild, of people of all nationalities, ethnicities and creeds – together gathering, storing, and sharing the riches that we reaped, the treasures that we found, and the bounties that we sowed.  Had they neglected to remember, for that brief moment of insanity, that we are the dream catchers of those that once had suffered and struggled, and imagined a better life in a better place.  Did they choose to ignore that our nation is the legacy of dreams, and that we are the embodiment of hope, not only here, but around the world? 

I am still tormented and will forever be scarred by the reflections that assaulted my mind, my heart and my soul on January 6th.  And nothing has ever been the same.  State Legislatures across our nation continue the failed efforts of those who stormed our Capitol, by promoting and furthering legislation to stifle and muffle the voice, the spirit, and the vote of the very people they promised to serve and to protect.

We find ourselves in a time and place once filled with hope, with inspiration and with the passion of our great heritage and legacy, but now withering with despair and the constant bombardment of lies, disinformation, misinformation, and outright assaults on our dignity and our nobility. 

The shadows of that dark and ominous moment on January 6, 2021, keep growing, as unwitting and misinformed patriots keep adding fuel to the smoldering ashes they left behind.  America, however, still has true patriots who see themselves as the vessels that will hold the essence of all that was and all that we can be. 

Where were you when America was lynched on the footsteps of Capitol Hill?  Where are you now? 


Submitted: May 25, 2021

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