Thoughts on Veterans Day: Time For Change

It was called Armistice Day. The 11th hour of the 11th day of the 11th month of 1918 marked the end of WWI, and for a while, people remembered. During that war, the majority of casualties were soldiers, today the majority of casualties are civilians. We call it collateral damage, which is a cold, heartless way to refer to the killing of human beings.

Until the media does its job and holds the government accountable instead of cheerleading, as long as we remain indifferent while innocent black and brown people are written off as statistics as they are killed by taxpayer-funded weapons in places like Baghdad and Baltimore, and by the violence and health problems that accompany extreme poverty, as long as we remain indifferent as the refugees we helped create die en route to what they dream will be safety and are criminalized even if they make it, as long as we remain indifferent while schools are forced to cut music and art programs while JROTC remains, things will never change.

As long as we keep pretending that violence will solve the very problems that were created with violence in the first place, as long as we keep pretending that we’re bringing democracy to the world, as long as we pretend that hatred, violence and terror beget anything besides more hatred, violence and terror, as long as we pretend that Dr. King’s dream came true, as long as we pretend it makes a difference which emperor we elect to wear Caesar’s clothes, as long as we only pretend to care about our children, elders, neighbors, and veterans, and about the people our bombs kill, as long as we blindly pay our taxes and wave our flags, things will never change.

We should stop pretending Jesus supports us in our endeavors, and stop pretending that we have the moral high ground. We should stop pretending that ours, or any government, can make the world a better place. It is up to us as people to care for one another and the planet. It starts in our community.


About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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