Together Forever ChangingPhilip j. Rappa
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Oh-Sum-Bodies-Been-Lying
One nightmare followed by yet
another, 278th to be exact since September 11th.
In my 277th, I’m dressed as Paul Revere, in full gallop atop
a great steed racing through downtown,
Although I’m dressed in 17th
Century garb, all the homes and businesses are in modern times. It’s dusk, but
I can see family, friends, neighbors and shop owners silhouetted by the
illumination cast from the soft glow of electric light.
As I race past their windows, my message is muffled by the din coming
from their air conditioners. In
brief instances of voyeurism, I notice the children are listening to their
walkmans, dads are in one room watching the latest basketball game, moms in
another, captured by yet another true-life story on the Lifetime channel.
Galloping past groups of tourists that meander the streets, I’m yelling
my warning, some take my picture, while other’s just clap their hands as I
pass, thinking I must be some kind of reenactment.
Before the dawn, I have traveled
to the four corners of our nation, careening back and forth through the
heartland, from sea to polluted sea. Finally,
with the sunrise, and my commission fulfilled, totally exhausted and unable to
speak, I dismount my horse. As I
turned, to my shock and amazement, there stood my dead father, dressed in his
World War 11 uniform. He relates to
me how he and others, from America’s greatest generation, those who have lost
their lives in battle, and the other’s who had toiled all their lives, are
grieved and disappointed that all their efforts couldn’t guarantee their
grandchildren, nor their great grandchildren, the hope of freedom and prosperity
earned on their watch.
Sorry was he, that all the blood,
sweat, tears and deaths, had only helped to usher forth a new improved Gilded
Age with no end to the whims of corporate greed.
He then placed his index finger firmly on my chest, raised his voice in a
stern manner, and with great consternation, as one would address an errant
child, warned me, that “Ike was right”, that left unchecked, the
military-industrial complex, in short time would end up making policy instead of
implementing it. He told me to
remember that those of that ilk and their minions would scourge the earth with
battle-tested weapons of mass destruction ’till peace was no longer an option,
nor justification after all the monies spent.
Then, in a very fatherly way, he
draped his arm around my shoulder, quickly, he looked left and right, and as
quickly, he checked behind us, and once again, in front, and then again, left to
right. He reached, with his free
hand, to his mouth, and leaned into my ear as if to tell me a secret.
“Son,” he said, “Osama bin Laden, isn’t really a person, but a
covert operation conceived on a ranch in
Then, like in all those scary
movies, without moving his feet, he began floating away from me.
Yelling, “Where are the statesmen? Where are the peacemakers?”
As he got further away, still questioning his last words were,
“What’s happened to integrity, honor, truth,” and almost, inaudibly, I
heard him say, “What’s happened to accountability”?
Awakened by my own screaming, in a
cold sweat, until I realized I was safe, in my own bed, and after catching my
breath and calming myself in the realization that my father, in death, had more
leadership qualities and wisdom, then what life itself had to offer.
Feeling secure, I once again closed my eyes and immediately heard
Attorney General Ashcroft calling the local FBI offices, ordering his agents to
arrest me. The charge: DREAMING IN
AN UNPATRIOTIC MANNER. He yelled,
“do it, ASAP”.
Ashcroft said he would have loved
to have been the one to bang down my door, but couldn’t find a private jet to
fly out of
Oh, wait, I must stop for now…I
hear knocking at my door.
© Philip J. Rappa 2002
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