Withdrawal Of Consent

Are you trying to open minds of right-wing folks?
Consider this memoir of the Occupy Movement.

Publishing History .. This blog began in April 2020.
.. For a quick start, i adopted tons of stuff from my big
story book “Tales Of Men And Women”, published 2016; ..
For which this Occupy tale was written. .. Occupy was in
2011’s warm summery autumn. .. Now in June 2022 i’m
promoting this to the front of my blog and colorizing
the format. .. Why? .. It speaks to US. politics now!!

? Shall we begin ?

::
Around nineteen-eighty:
Back then, we were in a time of lies,
lies on a very wide yet pervasively intimate scale,
as though lies were the air you breathed.
I’ll tell you one example of those times that
infuriated me:
::

My fellow citizens
were mostly still in love with
our US. National Propaganda Lies, and so there
was a NONSENSE QUESTION you could ask.
You could ask Ms or Mister Citizen this:
::

.. .. “Do you think America
.. .. ..is the greatest country in the world?”


.. .. .. .. .. Nonsense on its face of course.

::
To rationally reply, just to start,
they must apply some greatness score
to every country in the world.

Then if this is somehow done, and
if US. wins the tip top score,
still, how to reach the actual meaning?

For we know what is meant:
America is good and noble by its nature,
and good inherently in the world’s nature.
So how that?

But if the citizen shall judge
this inference is done,
the logic leads to
MARVELOUS CONCLUSIONS.

For if the logic can be proved, or is assumed,
then it confirms a pleasant feeling dawning
temptingly as the preferred conclusion
is approached.

For the climax of the thought is this:
Them and their nation
righteously dreaming, forcefully leading,
sunshiny gleaming, envy of the world;

And by incanting this, they feel themselves
now standing with
MASTERFUL SUNSHINY GENEROUS GODS.

So every American I asked …
::

.. .. “Do you think America
.. .. ..is the greatest country in the world?”

::
.. .. with very rare exception,
would actually do exactly this:
Listen to my question,
Think momentarily,
and see the difficulties of the question,
cravenly
DECIDE TO ABANDON THOUGHT,
(and shrug often,)
and answer:

“Yes, I think America is the
greatest country in the world.”

::

Too frail
to dare traverse
a shadow of a doubt,
these my fellow citizens.
::

They were doing this even after the horrors
of the very horrid Vietnam War
that were
just recently gone by, .. .. ..
…. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. .. VAST horrors done
by OUR soldiers from the very start of it,
and repeated con­stantly with increasing
pitch of desperation right to the end;

Horrors mostly done by public order of our generals,
in fulfillment of our government’s public policies,
and constantly reported clearly in the daily news;

Yes it was even then after those long recent years of
vast and quite intentional EVIL,
that enormous spasm of pointless furious insane
destruction, it was then in nineteen-eighty,

And I was finding most Americans still somehow
clung to their cherished lie that our country,
unlike most other countries,

IS NOBLE AND DOES GOOD;

.. .. .. My fellow citizens.
::

(And one among the dead a friend. .. We men young
together there were waiting; .. He among us chosen
of the war machine and carried to the perpetration;
.. He the murdered by the war machine, promptly
murdered; .. Us friends there waiting; .. Us one
letter back from him, full of scribbled horrors;
.. And he’s dead. .. That long ago by then;
.. Dead in summer nineteen-seventy.)

::
FAST FORWARD: TWENTY-ELEVEN;

Thirty years more or less,
and every one of them a year
of startling surprises.

::

TWO THOUSAND AND ELEVEN.
Me. .. Night. .. A city night.
An electric glaring night of shadowed darkness
here behind us where we stand,
but blazing penetrating light
across the street.

We standing here –
– a large but unknown number of us –
– stood far out to left and right,
and all three ranks deep,
but crowding close to hold each other
up against the blaring light –
– are, in military fact, actually
a voluntary UNARMED citizen militia,
well disci­plined by our ideals and ready;
Waiting.

Our drummers drumming loud and fast.
Food and water being passed;
Waiting
for the Boston Police
to cross the street in line abreast,
and take the park.

The park, the Occupy encampment.
The tiny liberated zone.
The tiny zone of real democracy,
of real news, real educa­tion;
The zone of reality and courage.

Me a visitor tonight.
Me with others come racing
in a car tonight to make this muster;
Come racing from our smaller city’s camp
where we are fully occupied
with our own version of the struggle.
::

ME OLD MAN BY THEN,
but out in front to show some leader­ship,
waiting crouching on the curb;
But a squad of drummers shove in here,
so I fade back behind the line,
and find some other duty.
::

ME, I TAKE UP CHATTING;
Chatting.

Our fellow citizens, some of them,
have come to stroll about behind our line
and they want chatting.

I hail one: “Hi”.

This one a man the age that I once was.
In that electric shadowed, thrumming,
rhythm dark he does approach;
Is not shy,
But can’t find words.

Youngish, so-called white;
Clean and warmly dressed
this cool night.

He is not shy but fuddled, confused;
Trying seriously to think, but can’t find terms.

Clearly sees the movement of these souls,
clearly sympathizes,
but yet cannot see why.

He seems to seem to himself:
Cloudy, drifty, and opaque.
::

ME, I GUESS I’LL CLARIFY HIM.
Me, i guess i’ll put the question.

“Can i ask you something?”
(Sarcastically?)
(Ironically?)

Uncertainly:
“? OKAY ?”
::

.. .. “Do you think America
.. .. ..is the greatest country in the world?”

::
Mister US. Citizen:
He hesitates;


He hems and haws, haws and hems,
almost makes a little dance,
offers something, takes it back.

Then, at last,
finally his countenance at last,
his countenance portrays as if perhaps,
as if a useful thought
has found him.

So now at last –
– at long long weary last –
– PRAISE ANY GOD YOU WISH –
– FINALLY ::
He does not answer.

::

. Withdrawal Of Consent .


(- Here is the end of this poem.-)

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