The Power of Art
The most
powerful weapon is an idea. More so than a gun or even an atomic bomb. You can
kill a man but you cannot kill an idea. This simple notion explains so much of
the conflict that we are experiencing in the world today. Those with wealth and
power lust for more. Those with very little want their fair share. If the truth
was commonly known things would change overnight. But those in control
convolute the clarity of reality with lies.
Whether it is
patriotism or religious dogma or hatred the end results is always the same. It
is a call for those who do not have to sacrifice on the parts of those who
have. Look at the wars in Iraq
and Afghanistan .
They are not 'a war on terror'. Rather they are attempts to steal resources
from the indigenous peoples of foreign lands. Nevertheless they are portrayed
as a noble cause. The fact that more veterans die from suicide then actual
combat is a strong telling of the truth.
For those of
use aware of the truth or at least partially aware, we have a tremendous
responsibility. We must get the message out. We are facing a sophisticated
enemy that employs any weapon at their disposal. Whether it be the infiltration
of the Black Panthers by FBI COINTRELPRO, the bombing of the MOVE house or
modern drone attacks there is a common thread. A desire to destroy anything
that challenges the system.
Many look at
the brutality of the oppressor and feel there is only hope with meeting
violence with violence. To quote Lucy Parsons, "Never be deceived the rich
will allow you to vote away their wealth." But there is another option.
That is to win the hearts and the souls of the people.
We must
understand that the illusionary representation of the United States
is both strong and virtuous. After all every citizen goes through twelve years
of indoctrination. We are taught of an idealist benevolent country that never
lost in war. "The greatest country ever." Something worthy both to
kill and die for.
However the
truth is there. Starting with the genocide of the Native Americans to chattel
slavery to immigration oppression, to wars of conquest, it is there. The true
story of America
is one both violent and evil. But it is also one of beauty and bravery with
many heroes. These are the heroes of the oppressed. Those that have risen up
and challenged the status quo for the benefit of the masses.
Let me
introduce you to "Joe Hill". Forever a hero of the working class. Joe
would take popular Christian tunes and turn them into songs of inspiration for
the working class. As a result of this Joe Hill was executed in Utah on trumped up
charges. Despite intervention on many, including President Woodrow Wilson, Joe
Hill was shot dead by a firing squad. The question then is why did they kill
Joe Hill?
The answer is
that his method was effective. His songs distributed by the International
Workers of the World were sung all over the country. They were songs for the
working class by the working class. In the beauty of the art there is some
intangible that empowers. Thus Joe Hill was a very dangerous man.
Fast forward a
couple of hundred years to the invention of Hip Hop. Though you might not
believe it, it was originally positive. However there was a meeting by record
executives that it should turn negative. Thus instead of solidarity and
brotherhood it transformed into gangsters pimping whores. Of course there were
well thought out motives in this change that went far beyond profits.
"It twas
beauty that killed the beast." I hope you are revolted by the evil in the
world. I hope when you hear that men, women and children were blown up in a
drone strike it makes you want to vomit. It just shows that you are functioning
normally as a human being. But there is one more necessary step to take. You
must do something to rectify the situation. To sit idle is almost as bad as
participating.
Why are there
no songs on the radio against the current wars? Or nothing speaking against the
pollution? Or the rise of fascism in the United States ? It is because the
media is controlled by a minority. It is the same minority that possess most of
the world's material wealth.
But the people
have the power. Unfortunately their minds are darkened by lies. Deliberate
fallacies told to them in what is called 'education'. I refer you back to my
earlier article "The Myth of Nations". But light can shine in a dark
place. The best place to constantly shine a light is to present it in an
unforgettable way. Art is the medium for a better future.
Creativity
comes from the Creator. See the similarity in the spelling of the words.
Creativity is birth from originality. When originality dies evil creeps in. Why
do all soldiers, who are trained to kill, all where the same uniforms? What is
this call to conform? It is an attempt to stifle independent thought. If you
really understood that you were snuffing out the life of someone just like you,
you wouldn't do it. Thus to make people kill you must destroy what exists
naturally in the mind. You fill their minds with hatred and take away the force
of Love.
I challenge
you. Explore the motives and desires of other people. Make an honest search.
Read all sides of the issue. Don't take anybody's word on things. Investigate.
Most importantly look at the art. It has power that can transform and liberate.
If you chose to closer your eyes and ears then your guilt has already been
decided. I want to share a poem from my book "Poet to the Poor, Poems of
Hope for the Bottom One Percent." It shares my escape from being
brainwashed.
I Once Was a Fascist
By John Kaniecki
I once was a fascist
And thought I was supreme
I was presented an eternal
quest
Called the American dream
I was instructed to prosper
and succeed
That accomplishment was to
satisfy one’s greed
That money brought eternal
bliss
Wealth was something not to
miss
Far superior to any land
We never lost in war we were
far too strong
And we were always right
incapable of wrong
From kindergarten on I
saluted the flag
And of all of our glory I
would boast and brag
Then observation testified I
learned a lie
Irrefutable evidence came I
could not deny
And inner torment raged in my
brain
The agony surged and I went
insane
I once was a fascist
But that man no longer does
exist
He is dead, nailed to a tree
I once was a fascist but now
I am free
Signing off for now,
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