Palliativity 118: Nos Omnes Mundum Creamus

We All Make the World, ©MMXI

“He who is conceived in a cage, yearns for the cage.”
Yevgeny Yevtushenko

Where are we going?

The crucible that is America: a battlefield. This pound of flesh is past warranty. Face down in the trenches, we are all scared to pop-up after the covery-fire. No matter how many have fallen before, we have yet to learn self respect— defiance with due dilligence.

The American soldiers of Japanese ancestry in WWII were thrown into the European Theater ahead of the frontline. Their bodies piled up high enough that their families could climb atop their sacrifice, over the fences and wire— only to find themselves alone in the desert, forgotten.

For generations, we buried it all.

Like the bullet fired from a riffle, we couldn’t warn the next immigrant group before the hammer fell on their heads. Our flight from the camps was shrouded in shame and fear. We could barely look at our selves.

Advocacy is what I see as the most important reason to have Days of Remembrance. The hate behind Executive Order 9066 lives on in the continued marginalization of those on American shores.

It’s time to jump the fence.

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