The following is an excerpt from my novel, Year of the Songbird, written in 2012 that I felt extremely relevant to what is currently happening in the world today. The story takes place several years in the future and follows a young blind girl who is lured away from her home with the promise of sight, only to learn about the horrific history of what lead to World War III. I wrote the novel based on the political climate at the time and where I thought things might go if nothing changed.
CAUTION: The following speech/account is made by a character in the novel who is meant to be a hard-core racist, bigoted SOB (one who only became this way after watching what happened to his family during the war for which he speaks). It includes language that may be inappropriate for younger readers, as well as derogatory terms and generalizations that, taken out of context with the entirety of the novel, may feel insensitive to some.
READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!
“That’s what I thought. Anyway, after nine-eleven, we had a few months of united solidarity. Everyone was the same, ready and willing to fight their common enemy. It didn’t last long, though, due to certain decisions that didn’t sit well with some people. Unity crumbled faster than the oath of the president, and politicians decided it better to protect their own interests over the interests of the people they were supposed to protect. Law quickly became more of a guideline than an absolute rule, and government entitlement became accepted behavior. Accountability, integrity, work ethic—all of it went the way of the falcon because of the implication that you would have a far better life if the government granted your dreams for you. It lead to a viciously lazy and unethical society, which took more and did less. It didn’t matter that the world was near collapse, so long as people got what the government told them they deserved. Fueling it all was the endless push for extreme sensitivity to even the most wretched of figures. We couldn’t say or do anything without fear that we might offend someone. You weren’t an illegal alien; you were an undocumented immigrant. There was no such thing as a terrorist, only extremists. Hell, even murder became known as giving someone passage to their next life. Political correctness. Sick, fucking nonsense.
“Oh, and to top it all off, there was the excessive need to remove all context of God and the Christian religion from everything, yet at the same time accepting all rules and acts performed by Islam to be spiritually blessed and protected under religious tolerance. Couldn’t hurt the Muslim’s feelings, but damn if you couldn’t bully the Christians to wipe their beliefs from history. The whole debacle caused rage to boil over into all aspects of people’s lives. I mean, the friction was palpable; you couldn’t go anywhere without finding hatred in any person’s spirit.
“Little did we know it was all a smokescreen to keep us diverted from what was really going on beneath the rhetoric. The real threat was simply biding its time, waiting to attack on three separate fronts: the ’nics flooding through our borders like fleas, the niggers marking their territory like rabid dogs, and the rags inserting themselves into key positions around the globe.”
“Why label them with such names?” I said. “It only seems to encourage your hatred.”
“And add to the political correctness that led to our destruction in the first place?”
I put out my cigarette and lied down.
“These termites were completely unrelated threats that all hid under the law of sensitivity to build their armies and take us down one god damned peg at a time. How’s that possible? Because the government felt required to pander to every little need they claimed they had the right to. The majority of termites didn’t even have any rights, not under the letter of the law, but the dickless politicians felt so frightened of losing their pedestal of power, they did everything they could to blame the majority for everything just so the minority could feel better about themselves. Law-abiding citizens were raped over the coals, convicted of being racist terrorists, while at the same time, those that had broken the law to step foot in this country were given the freedom to do whatever they pleased, given handouts and dealt with kid gloves, all so that the politicians would have one extra vote come the next election.
“This went on for several decades. The ’nics flooded through our southern border because their own damn government wasn’t willing to fight the cartels that literally took over, instead blaming us for the problems they initiated and demanding equality and amnesty for their people. How do we respond? We do exactly as we’re told, giving into all of their demands and providing them rights that not even real citizens had. Eventually, California became so overwhelmed by their own indulgences and sympathies that they were forced to sell their land to those pieces of trash, which of course allowed them to begin their infiltration of other bordering states. Soon enough, the blacks figured out what the ’nics were doing and implanted their own plights into the arguments, claiming the same rights under the same sympathy. The government made sure to coddle them, taking it up the ass and blaming Christian whites for all of the mini-civil wars that broke out among the different races. They would have been better off just killing us all.
“But it was the hidden threat of the Muslims that drove the knife into our implied unity. You witnessed some of it a few days ago, praising peace and unity only to attack in violence and hatred when needed. What happened here was on a much grander scale, though. The community of Islam patiently took hold of powerful positions, slowly testing how far they could push their ability to cross that imaginary line of tolerance before they found friction. When they found resistance, they backed off a bit and waited until the time was right to push again. In the meantime, they allowed the ’nics and blacks to believe that they were leading the battle, using them in certain opportunities to step over the line without anyone paying attention. A lot of people claim that the terrorists attacked us on nine-eleven because they wanted to take down our infrastructure. Others claim the government planned the whole thing so we could go to war. I believe it was a little of both—Muslim players inside the government allowed the suicide bombers access to the country to do exactly what they needed them to do. And I’m not talking about hurting us or destroying the financial system or any of that shit. Nine-eleven, in my opinion, was all a ploy to give Muslims something to point to when they felt they were being attacked. From that day, any time a Muslim attacked us, or attempted to attack us, with anything from a shoe bomb to the anal bomb, all it did was push our liberties further into the background for the sake of a false security and to protect the sensibilities of our Muslim friends and apologize to them for what they had done to us. Which gave them power over all of us without anyone even realizing it. And they accepted that power and used it when it was most effective.
“Fights among Christians and Muslims, blacks and whites, Hispanics and Americans, all reached a boiling point at the same time. By the time the petty differences between us turned from minor fisticuffs into full-out wars, the Muslims had the world by the balls. And they bit—hard.
“Most everyone believed the bullshit of peace; until that first missile dropped on Israel. But by then, we had been so emasculated as a country and as a people, we forgot how to fight back. When the threats of annihilation hit the news and Muslims all across the globe started killing non-believers, or infidels, in the name of Allah, all we could do was sit back and screw ourselves, confused and shocked that it was even happening. They used all of the weapons at their disposal, from nuclear and biological warfare to manipulation and fear; it didn’t matter. You converted to Islam or signed your walking papers.
“If only we hadn’t been so drugged with incompetence and had listened to those that saw the whole thing coming… maybe then we might have been able to avoid our own self-inflicted annihilation.”
When I was given the opportunity of sight, I wasn’t afraid of what I would see; I was afraid of what I would feel. And what I felt was a burning need to return to the fruit of my blindness, for only in the dark was I truly able to see.
Madeline of the Ark, R.H. 28
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