Land of Liberty

Land of Liberty(Morgan Hope) The days slowly dwindle, and the lights keep fading.
Government officials and state legislators alike wait for the woman to die, but all lack enough craze to take care of the troubling situation themselves.
She writes with that craze: a rush that cannot be satisfied until everything, everything is recorded. She writes:
I have no husband, no children, no grandchildren. Who wants to be with a person who was not worthy? ‘But, do not fret,’ I tell myself. ‘for nobody will always be your friend!’

The Roaring Twenties. Such a beautiful time, wasn’t it? A utopia of industry and fun! What both The Great Gatsby and its father of a one-letter-name, Fitzgerald, turned a cataracted eye to, though, was us: those of us outside of the lights of Coney Island and the wonders of the economic bubble; we knew an utterly different Twenties: victimized and fearful because of our “societal discordance;” we were the dysfunctional ones who screwed with the harmony of their prosperous society.
Do I seem stupid to you? Am I ugly?
Why did they hate me?
It wasn’t a few isolated individuals that pushed it, just as there were not a few isolated individuals who were affected.

Do you think you would have been safe?
Are you willing to bet your freedom on it?
Teachers are told to tell their students that Nazi Germany was likely the most heinous time and were the most heinous people who were ever birthed.
Where did the Nazis get their ideas?
Was it all from the deep, catalytic depths of their brain wrinkles? No! I laugh as I read that. I laugh.

There was a book published a short time after officials erupted through my four-walled dwelling and destroyed myself, my future, and everything I owned. And people call them heroes. Those civil servants… Yes, they were quite civil as they cut into my body to make me infertile.
I was unworthy, see.
The book outlined a system in which to rid the population of unwanted genes. Why was I unfit to pass down my genes when today every other child is diagnosed with ADHD or OCD and every other parent is obese?

But I am not remembered because I live in the country that is the saving grace of the earth, the country earth is honored to have upon it.
They called it eugenics… eugenics. “Eu” means good! They thought it was good, ethical! They thought they were right! Perhaps without slaves, they needed to take their anger out on someone else. When you’re rich and your pride gets injured, it’s okay for you to need to take it out on us. We’re the playthings to be used only for your pleasure: it is our only aspiration for life.
Oh, you wouldn’t have done it, you say?
You really don’t think you would have worked to make America better?
I didn’t think you would do it either. I was wrong.
I was not a Jew, but I was targeted. What we did then was not persecution because we did not all share a common religion! Of course! Why did I not think of that while I screamed in terror and pain and was left alone to bleed out? It’s too bad I didn’t.

The Nazis weren’t actually that bad; they got their inspiration from us, after all. They just went about it a little differently. They were smarter; they eliminated the undeserving race and had their greatest, most pure officers screw pretty blonde, blue-eyed women to make a new Aryan people! The massacres, the ripped, hollowed families, the diary of a little girl named Anne: they all trace back to us.
But we citizens of great America will never swallow our pride long enough to admit it.

The sun sets; the pen drops to the desk; the last drop of ink blots out the word “great.”
Finally, the truth has been spoken, engraved into the eyes of the heathens behind the eugenics movement.