Amerika

1802

In a wood-paneled, brass-fixture adorned smoke-filled room somewhere near New York.

Voice 1: “The fix is in. The Irish will vote with us.”

Voice 2: “And what do they demand for this loyalty?”

Voice 3: “The same as always. A share of the commonwealth, a few jobs, some positions on the board.”

Voice 2: “Then it is done.”

Voice 1: “I will spread the word in the clubs, churches, and chambers of commerce.”

Chorus: “So must it be!”

Years unfold like tendrils of smoke, caress faces like veils of silk, infiltrate like the scent of perfume.

1859

Voice 1: “They will unite on nothing, unless we find a daemon for their lusts and fears.”

Voice 2: “Slavery. Every man fears being a slave, and every woman knows she is one.”

Voice 3: “The Negro will never forgive the White man. The Negro will always vote with us.”

Voice 1: “A small price to pay. They will never infiltrate us, because they do not know we exist.”

Voice 2: “I will spread the word among our well-placed associates in business, politics, the church, and universities.”

Like subduction zones under the earth, the cycles of history grind against each other and fall, filling the void with time.

1913

Voice 1: “Any man can be bought. We now have the power to implement this with the taxes and federal reserve.”

Voice 2: “Will the Jews play along?”

Voice 3: (scoffs) “The Indians did first. Then the Irish. The southern Germans were easily bought; they hate the Anglo. The Italians are coming along slowly, the stupid wogs. Why not the Jews, and after them, the Chinese?”

Voice 1: “We offer them a chance to tear down the hated idols of stone. They will give us their loyalty in return.”

Voice 2: “Forever…”

Voice 3: “I will spread the word through our secret postal system. None will defy us.”

Falling like water after a storm, the river of time inundates the scene, eroding features and replacing them with others shaped of sand.

1932

Voice 1: “They have identified our primary mechanism and are investigating it.”

Voice 2: “Who do you think is in charge of the investigation? He’s our man. Our mechanism is a butterfly, emerging from its coccoon into the light of legitimacy.”

Voice 3: “He will be hailed as a hero, and with support of the apparatus…”

Voice 1: “Yes. It is time for the highest office in the land.”

Voice 2: “I will cut the checks and this will start happening tomorrow morning.”

Dust falling from the ledges of ancient caves, cascading over artifacts and burying them, leaving behind only vague impressions, time clouds the air.

1954

Voice 1: “We have brought together the threads. They believe they are fighting for freedom and freedom from minority rule.”

Voice 2: “They will get rule by a patchwork quilt, with no one voice emerging, except for ours.”

Voice 3: “We now have funding we could not imagine before the wars. They cannot refuse our gifts now, and will trade loyalty for them.”

Voice 2: “Every election will be free, and every election will be ours, because both candidates will have to buy our loyalty first.”

Voice 1: “I will spread the word to the press, professors, priests, and advertisers.”

Racing faster now, time accelerates like an arrow, always halving the distance to its target but never reaching it, only growing greater in momentum.

1988

Voice 1: “They briefly escaped, but our focus has now shifted to the judiciary and legislature, so they had to trade with us.”

Voice 2: “A cold war… for a civil rights struggle. We came out ahead, of course. We always do.”

Voice 3: “Still, it was unsettling. We need to get our candidate into place and make sure all the heads of industry are in agreement.”

Voice 1: “They are, or they will be. The power of investment is too great. Their wealth is now dependent on laws we control.”

They say time marches on, but that implies a linear path, when really it curves like the winds or mountain streams, such that it passes without warning, and sometimes arrives at stillness that pervades long after it seems relevant.

1996

Voice 1: “We have the DOJ.”

Voice 2: “And now, any who act must have our blessing.”

Voice 1: “I’ll tell — they already know.”

Time accelerates now. Like a gathering electrical storm, it potentiates itself and generates from within a cycle of its own, a swarming vortex forming on the horizon.

2016

Voice 1: “We had enough votes. Something went wrong.”

Voice 2: (pounds table) “Dues were not paid!”

Voice 3: “It’s the weakness of the country. There’s no unity and kids on YouTube are getting more popular than God.”

Voice 1: “We will bring them back with our oldest weapon… fear.”

But time has stopped. The best plans of mice and men oft go awry. Time however has its own plans, and begins to spiral upward, as if a new level of structure has descended.

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