“Before you heal someone, ask them if they are willing to give up the things that made them sick.”-Hippocrates
Martin did not die for your sins. I know you didn’t believe that, but my Christian backgrounded right brain may have gotten drunk on that, or fascinated with the pimp cup it was served in. But today, that dream seems like a dream.
I’d be the first to admit, I held on to the dream. January, being both MLK and Muhammed Ali’s birthday month morphed into my claim of some energetic inheritance: being able to rope-a-dope the Adversary. And I was under the impression that leaps and bounds, fits and starts were the itinerary on the flight to freedom. But the dream has been hijacked. And the confirmation of the new ow ( I mean now) is the last time I turned on the news to watch protestors fighting the police…I was rooting for the cops.
So Atlantic City pulled up To Washington D.C. in a bar. And D.C. said, “Atlantic City let me buy you one, you told me, but I didn’t believe you .”
Ta-Dum Kisshhh.
Intruders found their way to Congressional offices that many can’t find without escort. Emergency assistance buttons were removed from some member’s offices. We nervously check updates; as cell phone tower lists and facial recognition software tell us more about who these intruders are.
In the luxurious weekend that comes complete with Monday as a federal holiday for most, we chill. But the dream never included more troops than in Iraq and Afghanistan. While D.C. looks like Beirut, the call is out by “them” to protest at all state capitols. So, what happens when the protestors rush their cousins in local law enforcement and National Guard units at the state capitols? What happens if the brothers ride out with po-po?
This weekend ends with the King-sized bargains being negotiated by circumstances in real time. We the people, them the police, and even the misguided, fraud protestors ( You really believe that dude?) are the real dreamers. They too have a dream. I would quote another dreamer, Orson Welles, from 1946. His dream rings loudly now. May we all have a dream…”liberty and justice for all.”
