America’s Day of the Locusts

Part of Greenwood District burned in Race Riots, Tulsa, Oklahoma, USA,American National Red Cross Photograph Collection, June 1921. (Photo by: GHI/Universal History Archive/Universal Images Group via Getty Images)

Modern America has reached its moment and don’t they know it. Democracy swirled around us for decades yet it may disappear right down the drain. Their moment of great change is coming; could be negative, could be positive; and don’t they know it, even if they don’t really know how to go about it. The place is so big, perhaps too big.

Did I ever register as a democrat? Do recall my mother voting on issues and allot of my California cousins, those who didn’t live in San Francisco, were often Republican with a small c, as they used to say. I only had immediate family growing up in Seattle, and you can assume I was surrounded by democrats but the minute you’re outside the city the political environs of Idaho can feel uncomfortably close.

On behalf of what we used to call Republicans and Conservatives with a small c, the veneer is wearing off. Ever since the 80’s, when they began losing the majority, they’ve had to rely on gerrymandering and voter suppression. Now they say that quiet part out loud. And how they love these cultural wars. They’re hugging them the same way Trump used to wrap his body around the flag.

America is diverse but now they’re becoming familiar with the history of our diversity. Take the Tulsa race massacre. In 1921 mobs of white residents, deputised and given weapons by city officials attacked black residents and destroyed homes and businesses, on the ground and from private aircraft, destroying more than 35 square blocks of the neighborhood – at the time the wealthiest black community in the United States, known as “Black Wall Street”. Makes me think of the bombing of Dresden by the Royal Air Force and the United States Army Air Forces. The scale was different yet the intent the same; to humiliate through total destruction.

Violence is everywhere and reported on a daily basis. Many election workers have no issue with audits but the time to audit has expired. The mobs don’t care. They want blood.

Election workers and polling working are being harassed, stalked and threatened with their lives. You don’t have to be there to feel Democracy is hanging by a thread. Trumpism is outta the gate and as much as we’d like to put the toothpaste packed with conspiracy theories back into the tube, the violent types feel emboldened. Trying to blame election workers, anyone, they don’t care; they have a taste for blood.

Attorney General Merrick Garland spoke directly to this issue recently, ‘”we have not been blind to the dramatic increase in menacing and violent threats against all manner of state and local election workers ranging from the highest administrators to the volunteers…” he goes on but you get the gist.

If the past offers patterns, when monuments come down you know something’s up and change is right around the corner. Now we watch as the Republicans celebrate radical extremism. They were keeping up appearances for decades yet the veneer has worn off. Change is surround sound and it can be positive or negative.

I have faith in the EU project even though they don’t seem to appreciate the benefits of P.R. The EU works quietly, creating relationships with Russia and China beneath the radar. Little surprise they don’t want to get the attention of the US.

We’re all telling stories and we’re waiting for America to get their story straight. So far, not so good, the optics are bad and now the mobs are out in the open. County by county, person by person, across the country, election official and volunteers are experiencing violence, they are being stalked and they are terrified. I would be too.

At least America has reached its moment and don’t they know it.

Published by baileyalexander

An American living in Piemonte. Sailed across the Atlantic aboard our 43 Nauticat in 2002 and spent over a decade living in Rome, Paris, Prague, Malta, Venice and Bucharest before settling in Piemonte, Italia.

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