By Muhammad Nasser
|Forty years ago this week President Johnson, a southern Democrat signed into law the
Civil rights Bill of 1964 despite the filibustering of white, southern racists.
Within four years the most celebrated civil rights leaders and social
reformers of the 20th century, Martin Luther King, Malcom X and Robert Kennedy
would be assassinated. These were men who had not fired a shot in anger.
On this 4th of July night the nation is engaged in a frenzy of merry
making, celebrations, parties and thanksgiving over that most blessed
gift, Human freedom and dignity. But this evening as the fireworks fill
the skies over our cities and citizens nation wide eat their barbecue not all
Americans are celebrating.
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|I am not celebrating anything. While most Americans are swept away on a carpet
of red, white and blues, dazzled by fire works and TV shows, speeches and public
pronouncements proclaiming our freedom, my eyes have yet to see the glory that
they now rejoice over.
On television there are programs showing immigrants talking about how happy they are to be Americans. That's fine, but in America tonight there are those like my self who burn not fire crackers but a light in our windows in the hope that justice will find us.
In the nation tonight a million people are in American jails, many of them the African Americans who could never look up at the statue of liberty like some grateful roman freedman and say thank you for your gift to me. We acknowledge that things have improved but they have not improved enough and in some ways the situation is worse, made worse by the current presidency of George Bush and his crime family.
Slaves for 200 years in America, disenfranchised for a further 100 from the end of the civil war to 1964 and made to fight the civil rights movement over and over again with each new generation of conservative, southern racists in Washington and local politics we the despised of this guilty nation can not look upon any period of American history and say "those where the good old days".
|NO it is not the forth of July for all of us, no matter how much you would
ignore my words or drown me out with Sousa's band music. The burning truth is
that America has not lived up to it's creed for all its citizens, and does not plan
Last Year in Philadelphia the city fathers opened to the public a new Constitution Center. Lost in this dedication is the sad fact that this new showcase of the Constitution was built on top of a grave yard of African slaves!
The irony of this is lost on no one who knows about it! Even now the insult is added to by still another injury to the collective dignity of my people, and fewer than 1 person in 10,000 in America is even aware of it. It's not the sort of thing you talk about while engaging in a festival of self-congratulations.
The True Forth of July will not dawn for my people nor for America as a whole until the sins of racism and bigotry are washed away, apology and compensation made to the descendants of American slave holding and Jim crow -- and not until the nation as a whole, not just her government stays their hand from domestic and global racism, acknowledges our plight. Until then there is nothing to celebrate as a nation, nothing but the swelling vanity of a short sighted and small minded people.
America can kill Malcolm X, assassinate Martin Luther King, send cops to murder Fred Hampton in his bed, or shoot Robert F. Kennedy in a hallway, but America can not kill their message, nor make us forget their example. These men never fired a shot in anger but were silenced because they dared to try to make America a place of equality. Instead of listening, America continues to be ruled not by a true rule of law but by a wealthy elite who support George Bush and his cronies in Texas and Saudi Arabia.
America is becoming a place where moral bankruptcy is a kind of religion, where corruption at the highest levels IS the order of the day and the ignorant mob is kept in a perpetual state of alarm over the threat of mostly non-existent terrorist threats.
In George Orwell's book 1984, the author speaks of a process where the wars a nation fights are not meant to cease but to go on year in, year out, decade in, and decade out for the sole purpose of maintaining the status quo.
George Bush calls himself a war president. The real term is "war-time president," meaning a President during a time of war. No President should be in office to wage war. A President's primary goal should be to wage civilization.
The point is that while war is furthered poverty grows,
while our court system become macabre finance companies for the States,
squeezing the poor and indigent of Moines in the form of parole fees and
court fees, justice goes wanting. True Justice is NOT justice at someone else's
It is still
the same today in Washington where men speak words they have not written to
selected crowds in staged media events. They talk a kind of word-speak where
they use hot button terms to get people fired up to do their bidding on issues
which are used merely to disguise their intents to covet what the world
has in the name of democracy. Don't think for a moment that the elite care
about you because you are white, or a veteran; they don't need you, and you are expendable.
In the south the
white man blamed the black man for his troubles after the Civil War, resulting
in 100 years of disenfranchisement, the economic and cultural equivalent of
placing a 100 pound mill stone around a man's neck and then expecting him to run
a foot race uphill. The happy inheritors of this legacy can be found today in
the mean-spirited, money-motivated politics of the ultra-right wing of the
Republican Party. Their hoods replaced with dark, blue suites.
Only then can the nation purge itself of guilt
for its crimes, disgorge itself of racism and begin the true healing process, a
process which will take many years if not decades to complete. The true
Fourth of July is then something which we living now should not hope to celebrate
but hope that our children shall, for when the day spoken of in this text does
dawn it will be the Fourth of July not just for America but for the world, no
matter what date it falls on......
MUHAMMAD NASSER BEY may be contacted by writing to: Mnbey@yahoo.com
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