I wish to speak openly and plainly to those innocent souls who find themselves persecuted for being only who they are. Those who were given a certain skin color and nationality at birth yet demonized because of the cultural heritage they bring. They call it "assimilation," meaning that you are not to abide by your own way of being, but to talk and look like a white American. To assimilate is to repress whatever may threaten their way of life, though never did you harbor rebellious intentions. You were bringing a different flavor of perspectives and experiences and were shocked when your gift was rejected. It was not only your way of life which was marked as erroneous, but you yourself, and this was the biggest surprise. Your person was deemed inferior, and your familial history was marked as suspect, even dangerous. Beloved history, telling of your family's struggle to survive was used as evidence that you were a product of weak genetics and an inferior work ethic.
These criticisms amounted to making you feel less than, what you had never felt before, since your family had always loved and cherished you. Having been assigned this marker of sub-human, you trudge through life with your head down and your eyes lowered. You would rather follow than lead because you do not wish to stand apart from the crowd anymore than you already do. Your confidence has taken a beating, and you only feel safe at home. It is to these souls which I speak, for I have experienced the societal disparage which I describe. What is most unsettling about attempts to force assimilation is that it has never stopped. Racial profiling is as American as apple pie and the 4th of July. Prejudice is woven deep into the fabric of American society, as is the idea of eugenics, the belief that one set of features is superior. Of course, the eugenicists are white, and according to them the blonder your hair is, the purer you are. However, humans began with dark features which are considered sub-human by Arians, which means of course that your ancestors were like mine; we are one big family whose genes have been mixed up over the march of time but still, genetically speaking, we all from the same seed. In truth, there is no superior race, there is only our race. This begs the question: how does humanity, splintered into groups with differing physical and cultural characteristics, acknowledge our sameness? There was one during my lifetime that attempted to eradicate the differences by extermination, the "final solution." The end game was to crush the poor, unfortunate, and the immigrant. What stopped this madness? Nations fought together against this great foe. In the process, many brilliant and creative souls perished, and literature and art were destroyed. Anything of beauty which would inspire was stolen and hidden, or demolished. Because where there is hate, truth and beauty will not be tolerated. The goal is to root out all those who will not serve the regime with a genuflect loathing of themselves.
What to do about the latest round of fascism, those who say they speak for God though God is father to us all? Those who boast holiness in public while in secret make dark deals that betray even children? In order to remedy the division, opposite force must be used. Nations must come together, locking arms to stand against the aggressor. There is no other way, for a madman will never admit that he is mad, nor will he step down peaceably. Madmen want one prize over all, which is power. The power-hungry tyrant will never step away from his tyrannical throne. History shows that these must be torn down. Peaceful protests will not move them, only a threat to their own existence. Until this happens tyranny will reign. I am not advocating violence, only as a last resort. These are dangerous times that are only an echo of worse times. Look to history to show the way.
To the intellectual and artist: they will target you because you dare to speak out. They will denounce you as a liberal when you use logic and science. From one artist to another, I would say to be as stealthy as you can and stay out of the limelight. But continue to research, to write, to paint and sculpt, to act and dance, and to make music, though the madcaps will denounce your art as useless. To them, creativity and beauty is useless for it does not make them money. But it contributes greatly to the happiness of society, what they care nothing for. They do not value happiness, they value productivity. To hell with happiness. In their world, turn the sky gray and lifeless with smoke from the atom bomb, and may the rays of the sun never shine again. So low are the dark and depraved thoughts of their minds. While the artist will toil all day to give the world even a scrap of hope, the madcaps are scheming to bring more terror and destruction. Based on this, who then are God's chosen? The ones who bring death, the proprietors of misery, or those who bring mercy and hope?
When you see people gone mad, meaning that they have traded their souls for money, cruelty will be their calling card. Ask yourself: Is what they are doing unjust? If the answer is yes, there you have a madcap. Justice becomes a weapon by which they excuse cruelty. They will make everyone's life much harder and still they will be hailed by their malevolent followers. Know that you cannot follow evil without taking a part of that evil into yourselves. It will seem to you that sanity and decency has flown, and like a virus insanity has invaded their minds, for they smile at ruthlessness and applaud horrific acts in the name of God and progress. This has been so since the dawn of time; there have been madcaps in every age. Usually, they are in positions of power by bullying their way to the top.
I tell you, try not to despair because in the end they will die or be defeated. Evil cannot triumph over good. Cruelty never triumphs over mercy. The better angels always win; it is only a matter of time. Take a breath and know that there is a force in this world which can be counted upon in every man, woman, and child who has not given themselves over to evil, which will rise up to defend knowledge and beauty, the two pillars of society. The madness is temporary and eventually, help will be on its way. Until then, persist in truth, knowledge, and beauty.
With Love,
Frida