A Quiet Rage

I’m sitting in my home in the middle of Texas, on a “holy” day, thinking on the evils perpetrated in the name of a god that many in my country claim to follow. An idiotic madman wannabe dictator, with the assistance of a South African Nazi, is turning my country into a hellscape I no longer recognize, helped along by American Christianity. There are pictures of this madman being prayed over in the Oval Office by someone who claims the same faith of many I know.

Innocent citizens are being kidnapped in the street by law enforcement and sent to a concentration camp outside our borders. Medical research that would have saved lives is being defunded and halted. Lies on every topic spew forth from the cesspit of the capitol. Bombs rain down to murder brown people in countries beyond the sea. Unjust war is waged in Ukraine. Genocide is methodical in Palestine, again, in the name of a god many here claim to worship. Many I know would claim separation, but it is difficult for me to discern a difference.

I’m sick of it.

I haven’t said much publicly for several reasons: mostly, I am cowardly. I hide behind pacifism and a desire not to have the FBI (or whatever goons the government might start sending after those who criticize the would-be king) come to my house and disappear me. Also, I am afraid for my job, my livelihood, and my comfort being taken away. How pathetic of me. But when the aforementioned atrocities are being carried out every day in my country, or in my country’s name, or with its consent, how can I remain silent?

I don’t want to ruffle feathers, or have an argument, or engage with the people that support such evil under the lie that our president will save America by making it great again, whatever that even means. Therefore, I have said nothing and done little else. I don’t know what power my voice has. Many millions are already screaming in the streets against the injustice and evil that has risen, so what good will my voice do when added to the din?

I don’t know. But I no longer wish to be counted among those who remained silent while evil reigns. Here I am, speaking out. Maybe I will speak again in the future, I don’t know. I am still plenty fearful that I will face consequences for this little that I am saying. I don’t know who exactly reads this blog, or how they feel about things, or what they may wish to do to me for venturing to have an opinion, but brave little me is deciding on this “holy” day to not care.

If there ever was a Jesus, and if he were god, I wonder that he is allowing such utter black evil be done in his name, seemingly without his rage visiting retribution upon them. If he be risen, as many are joyfully proclaiming today of all days, where is he? Such things are beyond me, but I am done waiting for a god to reach down from heaven and right wrongs. It is up to us to do justice, love mercy, and walk humbly with each other. That means, to me, not tolerating evil anywhere, fighting injustice everywhere, and loving all regardless of creed, color, gender, expression of love or any other petty “difference” that may be perceived between me and anyone else.

If anything I have said offends you, please, look beyond me to that which I am decrying. I’ve barely scratched the surface of what is going on, and America is doing little to cover any of it up. Much of what I’ve said is public knowledge and public news. Look beyond your pearl-clutching of me, and see what evil is being done to those all around us. Please, stand with me, and speak out. Add your voice. Together, we are stronger and we will not be defeated.

In the end, I believe, as did Samwise the Brave, that this shadow is only a passing thing, and when the sun shines again it will shine all the clearer and stronger. But we must persevere, and endure, and fight back in all the ways we can to defeat the shadow and the evil beneath it. Hyperbole and ridiculous sentiment? Tell that to those languishing in prison for committing no crime. Tell that to those suffering. Tell that to the dead that should be breathing free today but for this evil.

May their memories rise again. May they be risen, indeed.