Shadows of the Night

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Who can forget the sound of military boots on empty streets, or the sight of weapons and armored tanks patrolling our boulevards of dreams, while listening to the echo of distant shouts and cries of battered and tattered souls, corralled and rounded up like frightened sheep? That was the sight and sound of the night not long ago across our land. I

SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT

(Living Through the Death Throes of Democracy)

By Al Garcia

Who can forget the sound of military boots on empty streets, or the sight of weapons and armored tanks patrolling our boulevards of dreams, while listening to the echo of distant shouts and cries of battered and tattered souls, corralled and rounded up like frightened sheep?  That was the sight and sound of the night not long ago across our land.  It was the shadows of the night coming alive in grotesque and surreal images and sounds.  It was the foretelling of things to come, and of sights that would shock and overwhelm the very core of us. 

It is the night that lets loose the hidden demons of our past.  It is the night where shadows come to life, and where innocence and hope too often go to die.  And it is the night that threatens the light of day, where the ugliness of hate, bigotry and greed hide behind the bloodied and mangled bodies and memories of patriots and dreamers past, who believed in America, and in those yearning to be free.  It is in the shadows of the night where traitors and conspirators muster to assassinate the dream that has kept alive the vision and the hope of ordinary people, living ordinary lives. 

Who could have imagined the fall of America?  Who could have predicted the death of the dream that inspired the world? 

How ironic it is to have sacrificed hundreds of thousands of men and women from every walk of life, and from every corner of the earth, over centuries of unfaltering and inflexible determination to protect and defend freedom, democracy, and the voice of the people, not only in America, but across the world, and to now find ourselves on bended knee to the very tyranny that we once fought against so valiantly and heroically. 

We fought oppression, dictatorship, autocracy, despotism, and even cruelty around the world.  And, the one place we neglected to protect and defend, was our own homeland and ourselves.  How ironic now, as we look back in shame at our arrogance and superiority, to believe it could never happen here. 

The very fragrance and strength of our existence, once potent and profound, now fading and slipping from our grasp, as a rising wave of malevolency and imprudence attempts to overthrow the government once deemed invincible, unconquerable and unwavering. 

It is disheartening to realize that the enemy is not foreign or alien, but rather, our own home-grown supremacists who were radicalized, indoctrinated, conditioned, propagandized and fanaticized into a hate-filled state-of-mind, long before one man rode a down escalator into the depths of depravity to join them, and lead them. 

It is now only a matter of time.  They are using the very instruments that we left on the battlefield of democracy against us.  They are manipulating, formulating and devising ways to seize the very flag that has defined us for centuries, from our cold dead hands.  They are ruthless, conniving and devious – they are members of our families, our neighbors, our friends, and shadows of the night that come out when the lights go out. 

It is frightening to imagine that shadows of the night will inherit the treasure of the blood, sweat and tears shed by generations of men and women who fought and died for the right to be heard, for the right to be seen, and for the right to believe in a dream.  Now, their efforts, their lives, their memories, lost in vain.  And all for only two things:  Power and Enrichment -- the power to control absolutely, and the enrichment of the chosen few, who possess no scruples nor loyalty to their heritage or their legacy.

The exhaustion of living through the death throes of democracy is agonizing and excruciating, especially for ordinary people, living ordinary lives. 


Submitted: May 27, 2021

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