This has been a year like no other, and as Independence Day rolls around, I find myself looking at the whole thing differently than in years past. I still celebrate the freedom that I have but we’re watching it disappear at a such rapid pace.
Somehow, neighbor has turned against neighbor, brother against brother, and Americans are turning against their own country.
In my memory, it’s never been as bad as it is now. Those of you who recall the protests over the Vietnam War and other conflicts may see things differently – I’m not sure how it was in our country during those times. I can only speak about what I personally recall.
But I remember what it is to be an American. I remember who I am.
We are weaker when we are divided.
The United States of America we once knew is fading and turning into the Divided States of America.
And it’s heartbreaking.
No longer do we have the sense of patriotism we once did. No longer do we know that the country will pull together to fight against threats. No longer do we have any illusions that people in government are actually working for us – 99% of politicians are there to work for themselves, line their own pockets, and increase their own power.
If we live in a country where we have no voice and no representation, do we really live in a free country? Is it the same country at all as the one that was formed back on July 4, 1776?
No wonder we’re divided.
Right now, our enemies are rubbing their hands together with glee, delighted to watch online the fall of our united country. They’re adding fuel to the fire and sowing seeds of discord. Al Qaeda recently released a letter to the “oppressed masses” urging revolution and China just got busted smuggling 10,800 “assault weapons parts” into Louisville by US Customs and Border Protection officers. Those are just two examples of groups that take great pleasure in our current implosion.
We are weaker when we are not united. We are ripe for the picking.
Every year for the past ten years I’ve written a post on the Fourth of July about reclaiming our personal freedoms. This year, I can’t find the words to do that. This year, everything is different.
2020 is the year that dissent has been silenced.
I’ve never been in a situation as a writer in which my livelihood was at risk for continuing to tell the truth as I see it. I never felt that my entire family would fall under threat if I wrote the truth about groups that have insidiously taken over the media, proclaiming anyone who disagrees with them to be hateful racists. I never imagined that I’d be censored to the point that I’ve lost control of my own social media accounts, that my website would be at risk, or that my voice would be among those who have been silenced so that a new regime of media could burn our virtual books.
Censorship is the beginning of the end, my friends.
Orwell foretold it.
Bradbury foretold it.
Huxley foretold it.
When dissent is silenced, only one opinion remains. When people only hear one opinion, many of them think that by default, this opinion must be the truth. Censorship is the death of critical thought. That is why our Constitution was written to protect free speech and a free press.
Yet here we are in the year 2020 with an avid cancel culture, organized and well-funded riots in our streets, and an alternative media that continues to be purged.
We’re watching people whose only goal is to destroy our country. They latched onto a good cause and then took it to a dark place, inciting violence and hatred between fellow Americans. They are trying to erase our history and our culture. They’re brainwashing a generation of young Americans and turning them into the new Red Guard. They’re creating an environment of mob justice and terrorizing our cities and saying their cause is just. They’re canceling out dissent by calling anyone who dares criticize the wholesale violence and vandalism a racist.
It started out as a righteous cause but that cause was hijacked.