During her speech, she said that she is working towards “not just the abolition of the police state, but also the United States as we know it.” She went on to claim they were standing on “stolen land,” which of course is not the case. The land was conquered and purchased.Protest organizer claims their mission is the “abolition of the United States as we know it”— ELIJAH (@ElijahSchaffer) July 18, 2020
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Saturday, July 18, 2020
Portland Riot Organizer Claims Mission is the ‘Abolition of the United States As We Know It’
Gee, I can't figure out why Trump felt the need to send troops in.
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John Lewis RIP.
Growing up in the middle of the civil rights struggle, bussed into black schools under federal desegregation orders, I remember well the activists of this struggle. I counted them heroes.
But like so many black civil rights activists of the day, Lewis overcame White hatred but failed to overcome his own. He reverenced King but practiced Farrakhan. He was quick to condemn but incapable of forgiveness. And it ultimately ruined his life on earth.
Hearing epithets in every empty room, seeing white hoods instead of white faces, he never allowed for the slightest hint of progress in his former tormentors. It drove him mad: the relentless pressure of the seething cauldron of hatreds, resentments, and grudges he endlessly nursed.
And so John Lewis passes from this world leaving only the visage of a permanent scowl to remember him by.
I pray the Lord weigh the suffering he endured above the suffering he inflicted so that, one day, I can thank him in heaven for what he accomplished in his appointed time.
Well put.
And I am going to add something, though I don't think this is necessarily a description of what might have been in John Lewis' heart:
The days of youth, when we first begin rebelling, they are heady, and romantic, especially when we win, as those who fought the civil rights war did.
They won.
They had the cathartic experience of going against the grain, against all odds, and winning.
Catharsis and headiness is addicting.
And so they keep going to the well over and over the rest of their life, repeating the same narrative, even when it no longer describes what we are dealing with.
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