Betrayed by the architects of the American dream, we are again perched on the crest of rebellion. The oppression of the masses is finally an issue at the forefront of the national consciousness, a dilemma which providence has presented us in the hopes that we will rise for a better tomorrow.
Our heritage can be found in the vivid imagery of ships steaming majestically into harbor, filled to excess with eager and weary travelers lured by the promise of truth, of prosperity and equality for all. Under the jackbooted heels of autocracy and conservatism, and slave to the corruption and greed of those in power, they bravely stepped into the unknown, entranced by the illusion of endless American riches. Sadly, the reality proved far from the dream, and the slums of New York, Chicago, and San Fransisco swelled with the weak, despotic, and broken remnants of Irish, Italian, German, Russian, Spanish, and Chinese peoples who represented the countless nationalities mesmorized by our so-called 'land of opprotunity.' That sacred promise of liberty and justice for all left broken and forgotten, their cries for equality wnet censored and ignored for decades.
And then we came, the sons and daughters of those who strove for freedom from repression so long ago. We are the avant guarde of the generation tasked with commanding the world. Our adversaries are similar: a neo-autocracy indiscriminate in chooseing its victims and all-encompassing in its sphere of influence, coercion, and decadence rules this world into which we were thrown. A tyrannical government plagued by corruption, carried to supremacy on the backs of the proletariat, of the 'have nots', and driven by the financial subjugation of the masses feeds and fuels the hatred aimed at eliminating elements undesireable to their grand order. The overcrowded slumsand decrepit neighborhoods are the breeding ground for our comrades, our friends, our fellow soldiers, and our wider revolution.
We must take to the streets in open revolt, legion upon legion of neo-patriots in opposition to the plethora of 'isms' and 'ologies' that infect our society with a vicious cancer devoid of all mercy for the people. Our voices will rapture the souls of the world, grasping the vitality of humanity in an unrelenting grip of radicality; our bold footsteps will ripple through the statehouses and country clubs, carrying the long-awaited message of liberation, emancipation from prejudice and at last fullfilling the promises of freedom from want, from fear, and from hate. The cause we bleed for is neither a Utopian society or a probablity; a possibility, but and inevitability ordaned by history. Our alliegiance is not to God and coutnry, not party, politics, and power, not greed and not even ourselves, but to the people, to the cause, and to freedom. Realize now that such innocent and quasi-benevolent signs reading 'pray for America' and 'we support our president' can only be found far from the poverty which is the grinding attrition for us, a daily reality which shoulders us with financial burden, a reality these dollar driven armchair patriots confine themselves from, hidden behind their cast iron fences, gated communities and catered luxury lifestyles. To them our suffering is distant and alien. Our privations in this tragic comedy they dare not explore.
The clamoring millions who crowded those wooden decks and steel monsters of the sea so many years ago, lured by the promised lies of truth, prosperity, and equality did not fall to the wayside-they stood and battled for equality, in the Civil Rights struggles of the 60's, and the Women's and Gay rights movements of the present day, among others. In the spirit of those soldiers, the real American pioneers, and spurred onward, forever onward by the example of our Red forefathers, our concern is not for the self but the people, not the singular but the plural, and in the collective might and pride of our people, our friends and comrades in this great fight, is to be found the esprit de corps which is our formula for victory in this, our revolution.