Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Racism, Extreme Militarism and Materialism


Martin King, in his April 4th, 1967 speech, “Beyond Vietnam,” discussed what he called the triple tragedy of “Racism, Extreme Militarism and Materialism,” that could engulf the United States if our foreign policy was not re-examined and re-focused toward people and not toward money and protecting the interests of money around the world. If we look at our nation today, it is easy to see that Martin King’s prophecy has come true.

Our nation even with the legislation that was enacted in the 60’s as result of the civil rights struggle is perhaps more racist now than then. You ask, how can this be, and the answer is that our government still focuses its wrath on those who have no voice, the poor, the marginalized and those who disagree with it. It is common place for local news, television and radio to echo the calls for expelling those who don’t for some reason, “fit in” in our nation. The violence that is a daily occurrence on the border with Mexico is in a large measure the fault of our nation and its people. Instead of having an open discussion on the causes, trade treaties (NAFTA), our sponsorship of oppressive governments in nations in central and south America, or our sponsorship of military opposition to governments that are seen to be unfriendly in that they do not want their countries owned lock, stock and barrel by American interests.

We also blame the drug trade for the violence on the border, and some ways that is correct. The end of the war on drugs, our continued refusal to see the logical results of legalizing certain narcotics, marijuana for one; which would take away the demand for the narcotics trade as it passes through Mexico. This would free up resources to start a treatment programs to deal with those our friends, neighbors and family members who have an addiction problem and to attack addiction at its source which dries up demand for the illicit drugs. We see racism in the way that the war on terror has unfolded, which has been a declaration of war on persons of Asian heritage who practice Islam. We see racism and extreme militarism in the way that we have militarized our domestic police forces and court systems to fight this war on “terror,” by terrorizing segments of our population at home and those who live outside our borders.

We use racism and extreme militarism to support the last part of Martin King’s triple tragedy, extreme materialism. It is by using the armed forces of the United States to ensure that the US has an uninterrupted flow of resources to prop up our appetite for things, and what is becoming a burden that cannot be propped up forever. The idea of materialism has engulfed our nation, as acquiring “things,” has become the main purpose of life for our young people, who have been programmed and bombarded with messages of materialism since before they could walk. When children can say “Burger King,” “McDonald’s” or “Wal-Mart,” before they can say Mommy or Daddy, what does that say about our society?
Extreme materialism has caused the tax burden in our country to be shifted from those who have it all, to those who have some and are losing it. In the election of 2010, we seen the pendulum swing again, but I question that movement, because it was largely caused by those who have riches playing on the fears of those who have little. By manufacturing consent as Noam Chomsky calls it, the rich using media outlets controlled by them, swing the minds of people to vote against their own interests. We cannot forget, the forfeiture of power to the rich by the Democratic Party by not taking a stand on healthcare for all, by not forcing the withdrawal of our sons and daughters from wars fought on questionable grounds and by not taking on those who robbed the people of the United States of their savings, investments, pensions, and homes by their gaming of the financial system.

The prophecy of Martin King has become fact, and the question is how do we deal with it?

Thursday, January 13, 2011

The Fifty McNugget Shuffle

The sign say Fifty Nuggets for Ten
All white meat, the McMan say
He forget to say that white meat
Includes everything and the chicken's cluck

But who is surprised, for the McMan don't give a ****
For the chicken, the people or its' cluck,
For the only thing he is interested is a buck
To make it all, to get that last dolla...

Loaded with Vitamin Cockle doodle doo too,
It get you up early in the morning too,
Cuz it part of the batter, rooster crow for sho
Those Nuggets will get yours' harder, the arteries for sho..

While you eat those fifty Nuggets every day,
You start to die, not right away, but it is on the way..
As you gain fifty pounds without trying
A Nugget is like a bullet and the one sure thing is dying,
A drive-by killing by McNuggets sold the McMan
Who is lovin' it...

Caring Sets You Free

Caring means you’re living…
If you’re living, you make your own way..
Not someone else’s…

You get hit in the face with scorn, move on
People shoot you down, move on
You have everything taken away, move on
Friends turn their back on you, move on

Life is what you make of it, not others
Caring for others, will set you free
Loving your fellow human beings, sets you free
Being free, will allow you to move on

Whatever comes your way, you are free
Being free means to take risks, take them
Loving and caring are risks, take them

In the end, it is not others who judge you
In the end, it is not what others thought or said about you
In the end, it is not actions by institutions or people against you
In the end, it is being able to look in the mirror saying
I lived my life, as a free, loving and caring person

By Patrick R. Saunders©

19

19

I went to see a friend the other day.
I had not seen him since we were teens, and in the throes of
Crossing that threshold, from boyhood to manhood
As I walked to the meeting place, thoughts raced through my mind,
Like the news flashes, on an electronic billboard.

My thoughts went back to our scouting days, how we labored, played
And fought together, as partners, friends and brothers against the world
I thought of summers spent in the green Appalachian hills,
And a rite of passage, the "ordeal" endured together, for the Order of the Arrow.
A dark and lonely night, spent in silence and solitude in those foothills,
To commune with nature, to find our "spirit" and acceptance

When I arrived at our meeting place, I searched until I found him.
While I had aged, he was still young and unchanged.
He was tall, ramrod straight, fit and with that perpetual smile,
That cheered you up, no matter what. I looked at him in my mindseye, saying nothing

I stared at my reflection, in that long black marble wall, reached out to feel his name etched into it.
I knew that he was not lonely, but was in good company, with thousands of other names of our generation.
Forever young, alive and in my mind, 19, as I walked away from that long black wall,
I realized, that we are still walking point, on that longest tour of all, called life,
And counting the days, until our freedom flight back to that world, when we were 19

Pat Saunders, March 31, 2001