Sunday, January 25, 2009

the novelty of restoration



i think it is important to realize that people, as a whole, do not like change. the average person - maybe. however, people, the masses, are generally against change. historically speaking, people have gathered by the majority of masses against radical thought, unconventional shifts within society, and the implementation of taboo ideals. the civil rights movement which marked a turn in the middle of the 20th century, which is now honored as a great stride in American History and is considered a victory for America's ability to change and mature, was initially a time of unrest, fear, crime, rampage, and anger. on both sides of the civil rights movement, there existed a general and overwhelming amount of criticism about whether or not the movement should even take place. at the time, black-only communities were beginning to flourish, and the integration of white communities and white schools meant that these very same maturing communities would be deemed second rate, passed-over, and ultimately passed-up for more viable options in other neighborhoods. the white-only communities of the time also met this change with resistance, as it meant sharing the businesses they owned and operated with a culture they did not know, did not trust, and generally thought to be inferior to their own. now, i'm no historian, but believe that this resistance was met with government force, as the integration of communities and cultures began to make sense in terms of capitalism and gentrification. it was also supported by the powers that be after change seemed to be inevitable, a force that was picking up momentum, either in the direction of the non-violent Christan movement led by Dr. King, or in the direction of black-superiority and defensive aggression, led by the Nation of Islam and Malcolm X. with those "powers that be" considering the better of the two, Dr. King was nationally exalted for his work and cause, and it was then pushed throughout America that if one were to join this force of change, his would be the direction to go. and though history tends to be kind to positive moments of change in a given society, this push for change was a by-product of the civil unrest that the same change initially started, and was a socially painful time in which to live because of it.

i bring this up to not to attest whether or not change is necessary when it is implemented, but rather to point out that, necessary or not, history shows us that it is almost always met with civil unrest, harsh criticism, and frustration among the masses.
where monumental change is seen, you will find initial resistance from the masses and overall disapproval from the people it affects. the cases stretch far and wide. Jesus introduced radical concepts that led to his publicly endorsed death for the world to witness. Lincoln introduced taboo ideals into law that led to his public downfall and assassination. Galileo was considered crazy. Einstein was a laughing stock. Marcus Garvey was deemed a "traitor and lunatic" even by fellow black idealist of the day.

change is not accepted by the masses. and is especially rejected by American culture.

and so, when considering why the campaign of Barack Obama, one that was centered on the pillar of change, was so accepted and renowned, the thought initially seems to be an anomaly. the notion that, all of a sudden, the masses support and corroborate this pledge of change in Washington, this idea of change in racial barriers, and the concept of change in our society, appears to contradict history itself by implying that masses and multitude do, in fact, welcome change where change is needed. and though this implication may seem air-tight, i choose to stand on the side of history. i propose that when analyzing the cause and and reason behind the colossal support of Obama's platform, one need not believe that people have reach some new level of maturity or courage. one need not think that history has shifted and that people as a whole now welcome change for no reason, or because it is now exceptionally needed where before it wasn't. no, i beg of you not to think that people are now, for the first time in the history of people, ready to welcome change in a way that has been undocumented since the beginning of time simply because Obama is that uplifting, that inspiring, that encouraging, or that cool. i would rather you look at this phenomenon from a different angle: that Obama's administration does not represent change at all.

on the contrary. Obama's campaign does not represent an era of change, but rather a return to the familiar. during the campaign, they likened him to figures such as JFK and King, his proposals like that of Carter and Clinton, and his swagger to that of a young Bobby Kennedy. Obama does not represent change, he represents a return to a golden era. his promises are that of fixing that which is broken, not creating something new. his speeches are of returning America back to power, not to taking a new stance in the world. Bush, if anything, represented change in American policies and practices - Obama is a return to the illusion of morality that American prides itself on. the change in which he speaks, is change from change, changing back, changing from the beast that America has become to the beast that we once were. and it is this change that the American masses support. it is this change that American masses are addicted to. even his racial identity, though seemingly a change in American prejudice, is more so a return in the American superiority complex. we raise our banners and flags to say "look what we did! look what we accomplished! America has overcome it's own history of hatred and bigotry! look countries that have ousted us from your circles of trust! we can change! we are different! we are better!"

and i, i do not fall outside of this mass of people. i am not on the outside looking in. i lift that banner to, in my own American pride, in my own cultural superiority complex. i too want to return to the way things were. i too long for the economy i grew up in, and the education programs that i was schooled. i too long for this change from change, this return from destitution, this revival of America. i long for it. i love it. i support it and the catalyst in which it has been represented - this man that has given us all hope to return the familiar and the greatness our country once was.

and though, a part of me possesses this hope of return, there is a larger part of me telling myself that it can never go back to the way it was. things have changed for real. over the last decade, things have changed so slowly, it did not receive the resistance it deserved. i do not fault Obama for selling his campaign on change, when it is really restoration, because that is simply a matter of semantics. a play on words. i simply want to keep things in perspective, respecting the history of change and what it means to be amongst it. because, though his intentions may be to restore America, his efforts to do so may really result in actual change. and history tells, that change is a hard thing for people to truly accept. i pray for the best. i prepare for the impact of what may be a defining decade for our generation, our nation, and our people as a whole.

Saturday, January 17, 2009

the audacity to hope





on the day that my president takes office, on the very moment, with his hand on the Bible and the oath being heard by all - i will be sitting in a classroom along the offskirts of Puerto Rico, eating a peanut butter/jelly sandwich, probably breaking a sweat in the heat. hence, with no tv around, and no access to the internet from my laptop there, i will attempt to post access this very website from my iPhone and hope that this link to the live showing on Hulu will work. ah, the audacity of such hope. to think that i will be able to access qhat may be the most important link of our generation on my iPhone from the middle of an island during my lunch break. to check it out though, I'm going to also embed this link to Stewie Griffin flirting with girls at Brown University just to see if it's even remotely possible. then the only question is whether it will be able to handle the whole "live" thing. we'll see.


if not, i won't feel too bad. i did the most important thing that i could think of, and that was vote. i was watching live when Hillary "suspended" her campaign. and was watching live when he won the elections on Nov. 4. so, the bulk of things I've wanted to do in regard to this gives me solace for missing the inauguration. at least a little. and as much as i'd love to be in dc, chances are that i would get stuck, and inevitably fired for missing a month of work. i'll just have to witness it in the same mode that I have to witness the first episode of Lost this season - "later".

I pray for the safety of Obama and all of America as we try to cross this huge milestone in our history and legacy as a generation, as a nation, and as a whole. and use this as motivation to do be great someday, sacrificing that which I truly want to do for the sake of this venture in which i fell led to do. i can't let this be for not. i can't let this be in vain. i have to make this experience worth every missed birthday, every lost friend, every passes up opportunity, for the audacious hope that it will amount to more than i can possible envision at this point in my life.


oh...almost forgot the Stewie test.


have a nice day.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

i'm just not there...


"Let me know

Do I still got time to grow?
Things ain't always set in stone
That being known let me know
Let me

Seems like street lights glowing
Happen to be just like moments passing in front of me
So I hopped in the cab and
I paid my fares
See I know my destination
But I'm just not there"
- Kanye West, Street Lights

it peeks over the horizon like the break of dawn over an endless pasture. i suppose it has always been there though. in hindsight, i know that i have always been able to see aura of it. like the faint orange hue of that same dawn before the sun cracks over the edge of vision. yet, what perplexes me is that, though i see the prelude of its form, and can glimpse the outline of it's structure, it comes without crescendo. it is my future. and though i am able to see it take form right before my eyes, it comes without the cymbals, trumpets or percussion. it comes without explosion, blast, or fire. it edges toward the horizon without fanfare, without celebration, without applause.

without observance. but, somewhere, i thought it would have.

not that i knew it would, or wouldn't. but i suppose it was a hope. maybe i've seen too many movies. in the scripts of hollywood, once the characters destiny and purpose was realized, there was a moment, a sudden awakening in their very essence. the lighting would change. the wind would rustle in their air. the theme song would play softly int he background, and build to a mighty forefront as the protagonist races against time to fulfill said destiny and proclaim said purpose.

but not mine.

mine is a thief in the night for some reason. and the only reason i can think of is because it's not coming at all. it's always been there. it's stationary. the same way that the sun doesn't come or go, but rather, leaves the dynamics of dawn and dusk up to the planet's rotation. it is never the dawn we see breaking over the horizon really, it's Earth turning toward the Sun. and as such, i am now led to believe that my purpose hasn't started to approach me, but rather, it is I that has started to approach my purpose. it is i that come without fanfare or celebration. it is i that comes without percussion or horn. it is i coming over horizon like a thief in the night. moving slowly towards my future. hell, maybe my future is excited to see me. perhaps it's perplexed as to why i peek over the edge of vision without observance. for, it has been waiting for me. and i have been waiting to come upon it. but i am not there yet.

perhaps we all are walking our paths, blindly and ignorantly waiting for our destinies to meet us upon the road; where in reality, it is a static fixture, one which we approach in our own time, one that waits with infinite patience and tranquility. it makes me wonder.

it makes me wonder indeed.