A tribute to the disappearing white working-class in America, the movie ends with an epic showdown between two estranged brothers that needs to be viewed for true appreciation.
|Pro-Trayvon Martin demonstrators burned a flag and attacked police cars (the symbol of violence and state power) in Oakland|
Watching it earlier today, the song playing as the brothers engage in a mixed-martial art fight caused me to replay the final scene a few times just so I could savor it for a few seconds longer.
By the band The National, the song is About Today.
The first portion of the songs goes as follows:
Today you were far awayWith all that has happened since the Zimmerman Verdict, I spent a lot of time reflecting on those lyrics and finally came to one simple conclusion: Twenty years from now, what would the me in 2033 - if given the chance - say to me in 2013?
and I didn't ask you why
What could I say
I was far away
You just walked away
and I just watched you
What could I say
Fitting that today is Bastille Day, and once again the mob is preparing to unleash hell.
- [Open season on black boys after a verdict like this: Calls for calm after George Zimmerman was acquitted of murdering Trayvon Martin are empty words for black families, The Guardian, July 13, 2013]
- [White Supremacy Acquits George Zimmerman, The Nation, July 13, 2013]
- White Supremacy Acquits George Zimmerman: How does black life come to have value in a white supremacist system, where the rules only apply to us?, Salon, July 14, 2013]
Twenty years is a long time. You lose family members, loved ones, and friends; you graduate, buy a house, start a career, and get married; you grow old, gain experience, and navigate through an unforgiven world.
But you make new friends and enjoy new experiences -- remembering all those who touched your life before and honoring them in how you live your life.
More importantly, you bring new life into the world, watch it mature and grow.
Guide it, and put it on a path where they'll have the ability to steer themselves on a direction of their choice.
Though there is virtually no case against Zimmerman [FBI records: agents found no evidence that Zimmerman was racist, July 12, 2012], the Department of Justice is reopening an investigation into George's thoughts [With Criminal Case Closed, Justice Department Will Restart Hate Crime Inquiry, New York Times, July 14, 2013].
Remember: Eric "My People" Holder doesn't believe hate crime laws protect white victims of black crime.
This is the world we find ourselves in, in 2013.
I can't have a conversation with myself in 2033, to have the latter impart wisdom on the former -- no matter how much I desire.
Twenty years is a long time; but if you've been paying only a remote amount of attention the past day - since the Zimmerman Verdict - you've received the education of a lifetime.
A symbolic storming of the Bastille, if you will, by a much different mob.
Those participating in "Hoodie Sunday", providing candid admissions on the verdict, and marching in demonstrations across America have let slip a brutal truth, providing a bitter pill many people are going to swallow:
You are either pro-Zimmerman or pro-Trayvon.One represents rule of law, the other represents rule of emotion (coupled with the "real threat of violence if things don't go our way" mindset).
And yes, because America was founded by dead white guys, that rule of law concept is a byproduct of white people (and a culmination of bitter wars fought between various groups of white people who hated each other).
|One of the final scenes of Warrior, representing the greatest fear of the Managers/Technocrats in charge of Black-Run America (BRA): a uniting of the white working-class|
So, it's fair to call it the "white man's law."
Perhaps it's fate today is Bastille Day, for the next twenty years (for all of us) must be an attempt to create a new morality.
We have a right to survive.
Not just our laws, for devoid of the people whose blood spawned them, you're left with 2013 Detroit; a 90 percent black city where the echoes of a great society can still be heard as the winds roars through glassless windows in abandoned skyscrapers.
We have a right to survive.
And if it took a "white-Hispanic" to kindle this realization, well, history is weird that way.
What will you do with your next 20 years?