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Bye, Bye American Pie
Essay by Henry Nicolle.
American as apple pie!" the old saying goes. As we enter a
summer, which promises to make life in America as uncomfortable as
implied by the title "Cat On A Hot Tin Roof", it is amusing to watch
this slow-motion train wreck rumble through the consciousness and
vision of the American people without causing a drop of latte to be
spilled, the dust of a line or can of an energy elixir left
The "Made in America" cultural icon of Apple
Pie has been replaced by the more "balanced" American phenomena of
double cheeseburger, fries and an aspartame tainted iced drink.
Somebody once said, "You are what you eat." The singular allusion
of America, land of liberty and hope for any man or woman, represented
by the iconic and aromatic product of sugar and spice and everything
nice of a good naturally grown and harvested American Red Apple has
been replaced by the modern idea of diversity embodied by plastic
cheese, soy-product augmented factory-farmed and ground flesh, plastic
cheese substitute, the gene hybrid tomatoe and virally gene-altered
spuds. It is no wonder, then we have become a passive stupid, and
as we shall see, potentially suicidal society. The allusion works.
the end of last month, I traveled by train from the West coast extreme
to the East Coast extreme, down to the Gulf of Mexico and back to the
West Coast. My journey began in a car of mixed races. The language of
conversation was standard middle-class American English.
Chicago, the world changed. From Chicago to the District of
Columbia, to New Orleans and on to Los Angeles, the company and the
language was predominately ghetto black, mixed with common American
black. Four thousand miles or so of immersion in a bilingual New
America. When the black transsexual hookers spilled their bag of manual
dildos and associated vibrating, twisting and pulsing toys into the
aisle, nothing seemed particularly out of time or place. The
conversations often turned religious and the atmosphere was as natural
as the toys in the aisle. Southern black Christian content was as
inherent in the company's speech as was the American black dialect.
adjust to their environment. White boys, (excepting "good old boys"),
having no natural environment of their own, are particularly adept at
"becoming one with their environment" in short order. They have
no roots. (I am now reasonably fluent in detecting the nuances
of "Where he be?" and "Where he at?".)
Where is all this
going? Well my friends, it's going to extend the idea implied by
the title of this essay, "Bye, Bye American Pie". Our society and
our country are not the society and country we believe to be. I
hope this fact to be temporary.
Our country's society at
this time is composed of locusts - locusts of race, religion, greed,
control and apathy. Their numbers cannot be counted and their
aggregate darkens our sky. They prosper and propagate and leave a
devastated landscape behind their travel. A countryside barren and
soiled, a condition that only time and nature in its due course can
repair. Good fortune, if you can call it that, is that the time of
locusts is short and these locusts eat each other.
For about 3
years, I've alluded to the times of trouble in our future. Those times
have arrived. We are now able to see, grasp and experience the
changes which may destroy our country, our society and possibly, many
of us. But we are locusts and we cannot see beyond our immediate
hunger and gratification. We will not see our own
self-destruction in our submission and complacence. We fear to
acknowledge our weaknesses and failures and we refuse to hold ourselves
accountable for our submission to the crimes of our leaders. We
lack the will, individually and as a society, to be free to determine
our own futures, relying instead for others as frail as we, to define
our rights, our liberty, and our lives. Yes, fools we are.
fools. But even fools, when their feet are put to the fire, can
learn and grow to meet life's challenges. Today, we can see the
smoke, tomorrow, feel the flame. The trials of our society have
now begun and we have but weeks to recognize the work that is fallen in
our moment to our generation and bend to our unwelcome and much delayed
tasks. The months which will bring us through the beginning of
the next year will place in our hands the future of our country, of our
free society and establish the conditions of life for ourselves and our
children for decades to come. Be aware, be prepared and act. Do
not allow yourselves to be consumed by the fires of change.
Liberty is never Easy, Safe or totally Free!
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