By Irene F. Starkehaus -
The pictures of shattered windows, broken buildings, Molotov cocktails exploding in the night are coming in from Ferguson, MO with tragic speed. On the surface, it may look like a protest about a controversial grand jury decision. The truth is that it's actually Ferguson's reaction to the decision that is on trial this week. Here is the legacy of progressivism's hundred year campaign of hate and envy vomiting its repugnant message of hopelessly entitled avarice for all of history to witness.
Rioters in Ferguson, MO show us what arrogance begets. Socialists, communists, progressives, liberals are nothing more than the embodiment of destruction of anything that isn't them. They are the living contradiction that demands inclusion by the obliteration anything their path.
For those who stand in awe watching the destruction, it's time to stop getting sucked into their ghoulish storyline by responding reflexively. When photos of Missouri's wanton devastation pass before our eyes, why do we mourn the bricks and mortar that were once shops? Why do we offer the predictable reactions that have been anticipated and blocked a hundred times before? The loss of real estate is despicable. The loss of livelihood is a travesty. But the shops can and will be rebuilt by the people in Missouri who produce solutions. Livelihoods will be regained by the people who understand what the purpose of work actually is.
That segment of society in Ferguson – the producers are not the long term concern. The issue at hand deals more with the lost people of Ferguson wandering in the desert of discontent. The inconsolable agitators who can't find their way to the Promised Land even though it's right in front of their face begging them to wake up. It's those broken, wretched people who may be lost forever in eternal bloodlust because they still don't understand what they reveal about themselves through their public acts of violence.
Wealth and possessions come and go. Hardship and want are indomitable foes in spite of the lies we tell ourselves. Hunger, disease and death – the trinity of evil – are always waiting to steal us away and they will always be waiting no matter how we deny it.
From the moment we take our first breaths, we are already shadows somewhere along the course of human events revealing our legacy to the cold, impartial scrutiny of history. The human spirit alone is what makes such adversity surmountable. Grace is what gives us the strength to carry on when we feel betrayed by the negligence of our fellow man. The character that we reveal to the world in the face of such treachery is the only legacy that matters.
To be clear, I don't actually think that an injustice has been done to the African American community through the ruling handed down in the case of Officer Darren Wilson. But for every person of African descent that believes Caucasians spend the whole of their lives developing conspiracies to screw the black man, I can understand how the ruling is something of a bitter pill to swallow and I empathize. They feel screwed because they've conditioned themselves to feel screwed.
But there is an emptiness in any protest that is rooted in deceit just as this one is. Lord help them. With every rock thrown, every window broken, every innocent business owner's property shattered, every TV or pair of Air Jordans stolen, the rioters rob themselves of a small piece of their own souls. How many ill-gotten MP3 players will it take before communities such as Ferguson learn that fraud will bring no joy? As with all psychological disorders, that rage will not be quelled by committing an injustice against another human being. They will look at their "stuff" and still feel empty. Hungry. Maltreated. They will bring down buildings and still feel lost. They will overthrow companies and governments and religions and remain miserably embittered.
Thanksgiving. Such a lack of it these days. Such a lack of humility. Such a lack of real hope. In this modern age, there are only presidents feeding bigotry and ministers of God fanning the flames that will burn down our villages. Only civic leaders calling for revolution and revolutionaries born in hell dancing in the firestorms of their own creation. These are the days when our nation should be coming to grips with mortality and the importance of our own immortality. This is the time for reflection. For thanksgiving.
I ask you - will the people of Ferguson take the time onThanksgiving Day to give thanks for their stolen booty or for anything else for that matter? They won't. Their show of force has no time for gratitude when the point of their insurrection is the disruption of America. They can't. The factions that throw firebombs and tear down pizza parlors can't allow themselves for a moment to feel thankful because to feel gratitude in their own minds means that they have given themselves over to the Man's standards, which are to be rejected by any means possible.
They won't give thanks because to them, Thanksgiving Day is a symbol of the white man's oppression. To them, Thanksgiving Day is an evil that must be overcome. They will ignore the holiday with the hope that Caucasians will feel the sting of their rejection. But their rebellion is injudicious.
Thanksgiving isn't the celebration of our founding.
Thanksgiving isn't a thank you to white men.
Thanksgiving isn't an acknowledgement of our system of government.
Thanksgiving isn't a hegemonic display of American Exceptionalism.
Thanksgiving is a prayer. And the prayer is rudimentary. Common. Humble.
Thank You, God for all that You are and all that You do for me. Thank You for the breath that fills my lungs and another day to prove to You that I am worthy of the opportunities that You have given me to do Your will. Thank You for all the gifts that You have given me and for Your forgiveness for all that I have failed to do. I swear to you that I will work every day to prove to You that I am worthy of the gifts that You have bestowed upon me while I still have breath filling my lungs. Thank you, God.
This is the spirit of the prayer that built this country. Notice that there are no resentments or demands or requests for revenge within it. It is a prayer that understands that God is the answer when government and Man have failed. This is the essence of prayer that built our prosperity.
It is a dangerous prayer because it acknowledges that the Pilgrims and our Founders knew what too many citizens of the world have long forgotten. Simply put, America would not be possible without God.
This is a daring idea and it suggests to us all that if we will offer up this prayer, it is our first step to understanding what it means to be an American – American Exceptionalism has nothing to do with race, creed, color or religion. It is about one man's relationship with his Creator while connecting with other men that hold to the basic truth in their hearts that we are all created equal by God – but we must now add to our Founders' prescient wisdom that we cannot be equal if we choose to be slaves.
Let us not be slaves. Let us be freemen. Give God the thanks that He is due and see how it goes. Be defiant in our thanks. Stubbornly refuse to be unappreciative. I promise you that once the prayer has been offered, there is no turning back. Resentments will fall away and the blame game will have no hold over you. Your neighbor will become your brother and you will see that this country is your best opportunity to make the most of your life.
Happy Thanksgiving to you all and God bless America.