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Deplorables, Donald Trump, Fascism, GOP, MAGA, Marketing, Scam, Trump, Trump Cards
15 Thursday Dec 2022
Posted Politics
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Deplorables, Donald Trump, Fascism, GOP, MAGA, Marketing, Scam, Trump, Trump Cards
21 Thursday Jan 2021
Posted History, Politics, Re-Creations
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American Flag, Busing, Desegregation, Insurrection, MAGA, Patriotism, Race, Riot, Violence
Right wing patriots love their country in much the same way that an abusive spouse loves his wife.
“I love you baby, now do what I say or else!”
When one of those participating in the riots on the 6th picked up a flag used it to beat an officer, that struck me as rather par for the course. Independent of all the other crap perpetrated by those engaged in this insurrection, Francis Stager’s choice of a weapon might have seemed ironic to some, but for me it actually seemed rather telling. An American flag used as a weapon makes a fitting symbol for right wing politics.
It makes a fitting symbol of right wing patriotism.
This morning I started thinking about another image of a flag used as a weapon.
Was it the hard had riot of the Nixon era?
No.
After digging around a bit, I fount it. This iconic photo, “The Soiling of Old Glory,” captures a moment in the busing riots of 1976. This time the flag wielder was a student upset that his friends would be bused away in an effort to desegregate the schools. His target wasn’t a cop, it was a random African-American.
Luckily, he missed!
I don’t know if Joseph Rakes, the flag-wielding student, fits the right wing stereotype quite so well as Francis Stager, but the meaning of the moment seems comparable enough. As does the outrageous nature of the action. You’d be hard-pressed to avoid seeing in either conflict some sense of the defense of privilege; harder to still to find any meaningful excuse for the decision to turn the arguments of the day into a physical assault against a momentarily defenseless victim. Whatever the cop might have done in some other context, he was hopelessly outnumbered when Stager attacked him. Ted Landsmark, the black man in the 76 photo hadn’t done a damned thing; he too was hopelessly outnumbered and already realing from another blow. Neither deserved to be attacked with a deadly weapon.
Not any weapon.
Still, the weapon in each of these cases does seem to make a statement.
It’s just not a very good one.
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The photo of the Capital Hill riots is taken from Yahoo News.
The Soiling of Old Glory is taken from an NPR story about it.
21 Tuesday Aug 2018
Posted Narrative VIolence, Politics
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Atrocity, Facism, History, MAGA, Martin Niemöller, Nazis, Persecution, Terror, Violence
We all know the famous quote from Martin Niemöller:
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a communist.Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a trade unionist.Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me.
It’s a great quote of course, one that invites us all to slip right into the role of the narrator, to imagine ourselves in Niemöller’s place. To make us think about how we ought to speak out early. But of course, Niemöller didn’t, not until it was too late, and neither did so many others, ever.
One question that’s been on my mind a lot though lately; the ones who come for people, what if they never came for you?
Or anyone like you?
What if the wrong people never made it out of those camps, not in enough numbers to get anyone’s attention?
What if there was no foreign power interested in stopping them? At least none capable of it! No enemy troops to escort you and your neighbors through the killing grounds? To make you handle the nameless bodies? Or tell you what was done in your name? To make you see it or smell it?
What if those people, the ones who come, never bit off more than they could chew? What if they never gave you a reason to rethink your silence?
What if you were never the one who needed someone to speak out?
What sort of stories might you tell then?
24 Saturday Feb 2018
Posted Politics
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Bigotry, CPAC, Donald Trump, Fake News, Immigration, MAGA, Oscar Brown Jr., Poem, The Snake
On her way to work one morning
Down the path alongside the lake
A tender-hearted woman saw a wealthy well-fed snake
His pretty colored skin had been all tanned an oddly-colored hue
“Oh well,” she cried, “you’re so fat and pretty, I will follow you.”
“Trust me oh tender woman
Trust me, for heaven’s sake
Trust me oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
She stood in great hallways with others of her ilk
Admired his suits and loved his ties made of the finest silk
Stood in line to speak with others of long dead hopes now revived
Commended him at the polls, proclaiming; “greatness had arrived.”
“Trust me oh tender woman
Trust me, for heaven’s sake
Trust me oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
The Apple Times and the Capital Post, she turned aside
On distant bears, odd schools, and crying girls, twas always others, she said, who must have lied
Now in his coils, she gave herself to her scaly hero, craving that he hold her tight
But instead of tender care, that snake gave her a vicious bite
“Trust me oh tender woman
Trust me, for heaven’s sake
Trust me oh tender woman,” sighed the snake
“I loved you,” cried that woman
“And you’ve bit me even, why?
You know your bite is poisonous and now I’m going to die”
“Oh shut up, silly woman,” said the reptile in her final hour
“You knew damn well I was a snake before you put me in power
“Trust me oh tender woman
Trust me, for heaven’s sake
Trust me oh tender woman,” sighed the snake