The tree of liberty

“the tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time by the blood of Patriots.”

When does this revolution begin that Thomas Jefferson auspiciously suggested?

Is it a slow revolution – a silent and subtle revolution – a revolution marked by violence?

I should hope not.

There are whispers that speak this, that if we all band together, we can stop the corruption that exists in our government. When will we realize our interconnectedness – our inherent and ineluctable unity? Before our polarities become permanent projected psychoses? I just need to listen.

How dangerous are these words though, if they’re not true and if nobody believes them?

the end of apathy

everyone has an opinion

everyone likes to yell

argue

disagree

and be right

win

but no one seems

to care

to actualize

their beliefs

?

the era is over now

where words are all

it is time to stand up

and act

on our ideals

the ritual of police violence against minorities

the ritual of police violence against minorities:
as performed by the fort collins police department,

1. target anyone of a skin color, other than white
2. find some insignificant crime, which pales in comparison with yours and scream it as if it were the genocide you are enacting.
3. abuse your power to the fullest – if anyone watches, threaten them – if anyone resists, destroy them in any way you can.
4. make sure and be loud – make sure there is a crowd – make sure the ‘criminal’ is made to look insane – inhuman – demonize him and fulfill your illusory hatred – your self hatred.
5. record the insanity of the ‘criminal;’ that which you induced.
6. after the ‘criminal’ is strapped down, re assert your rape of his vulnerability – his humanity, by speaking softly to him.
7. take him to jail, give eye contact that lets all personnel know, that this man is an inhuman monster and to treat him like a crazed, violent alien.
8. work together with your fellow greed starved racist robots so that the story is the same – this demon you hold threatened your life – and the lives of good, white christian americans – he deserves to be tortured like a rabid beast.

ammendments:
9. look yourself in the mirror
10. see yourself in this man’s eyes
11. that man you arrested is the demon, and the monster that you are trying to erase from within yourself.
12. you have only empowered him

February 28

Outside of Coopersmith’s restaurant and bar in old town square, Fort Collins, a group of professors, students, artists and citizens watched as a man was aggravated into a manic rage by Fort Collins police officers. The man was African American, every single one of the ten or so police officers was white, the bystanders were Chicano, Latino, African American, white, Japanese american, and of other ethnic identity. Should these racial differences make any difference in the type of power delegated within our society? Should they be anything but celebrations of beautiful, elegant and compassionate diversity? No. Tonight though, we were all reminded that so many are living in the delusions of racial superiority – are slaves to racism. And in their lustful and unending greed for control and domination over illusion, they spoke lies – and in their wavering tones, became aware of the illusory power to which they cling, like a dying, desperate war criminal grasping as his beliefs topple and he draws his final breath. The others stood together, unified in peace and human justice, treating each other with compassion and generosity. Between the police and the man they were enslaving, and the witnesses was a void of silence. It was as the candle flame that sucks the oxygen out of the air, extinguishing itself – where space and time are forgotten and cease to be, and only the beating hearts of all exist, pumping blood through the cold, night air. And the sadness of those who identified with what we saw, heads hanging, defenseless and vulnerable against everything around them – and the identification with one other – in our humanity. And in the air, a sadder sound – the breaking of hearts. And in its breaking a silence and a deep inner darkness until the breath and the release, and the feeling of compassion, laughter and power. The inspiration and absolute joy of knowing your sisters and brothers are standing by your side and love you from the depths of their bleeding, broken hearts.