I lived through the Sixties, SDS, March on Washington, teargas, getting attacked by the American Legion, despairing that our government was out to get us to support a ridiculous, endless war, and racism that was sickening. Not to mention one of the stupidest trials in history.
Here we are, decades later, and not that much has changed. We're still involved in ridiculous, endless wars, our president is itching to call out the troops on anyone who disagrees with him, and Americans are finally discovering yet again, white Americans, that is, that this country is fundamentally racist.
We've been here before, again and again, only this time, throw in a pandemic where Americans are dying by the tens of thousands. The people who call a disease political, refuse to recognize science, area a death cult who take comfort of the fact that more people of color die of it, and somehow think they're invincible. Racism is something that has never left our nation, not for a minute.
Days of Rage is a great way to put yourself back into our past, in the Sixties when anyone who stood up for the people instead of the rich was killed. I still remember the shock as Dr. King and Malcolm X and Bobby Kennedy and Fred Hampton and so many others were killed. Of course, gunning down African Americans by the police is simeply part of this tradition.
The story, plot, emotions in Days of Rage all ring true. The red in the Red White and Blood indeed stands for blood, a straight line to today.
To understand the present, understand the past, and this book is a great way to learn it with emotion and connection to a history that must change.
I hope this time we get it right. Because one step forward, two steps back, is killing our people and our future. In the Sixties, I was young and put myself into the thick of the struggle. I wish this time around I wasn't stuck inside, afraid to protest and catch COVID and die. I long to be out there again. No Justice, No Peace, is the only way to live.