What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless …
---Frederick Douglass (an
excerpt from a speech at an Independence Day rally in 1852
The United States of Amnesia
seduces its people to embrace forgetting and pimps unfettered consumption
disguised as freedom. For all the 4th of July discounts that marked this recent holiday,
it’s Frederick Douglas’ quote from a speech some 157 years ago that haunts me,
and it rings true to the atrocities currently committed at the Southern border in the name of liberty.
Maybe, you drank the Kool-Aid and
decided to barbecue. You might have even bought some weed if you reside in states like
California or Colorado, where marijuana, once criminalized, is legal to
heighten your freedom of choice and support your stoned denial as "fake
news."
But Douglas' words echoed my
sentiments exactly on this past Independence Day, and his questioning of salutes
to a “false freedom” are mine because of the raging anti-immigrant hysteria
gripping “Lady Liberty” by the throat. This “freedom-loving” nation has migrated deep into the “Dark Side.”
I dare to ask, “What did this past
4th of July mean to immigrant children jailed in cold cages, who were struggling to simply sleep
on cement floors with torturous lights kept on inside border concentration
camps, which are placed far, far away to hide their bloody tears?”
“What does this blaring propaganda
freedom and flag-waving mean to mothers told to quench their thirst with toilet
water by inhumane border guards lacking any sense of decency?”
“What does it mean to immigrants
hunted down in towns across the country in the land of the free?”
“How do they sleep at night these
entrusted border patrol officials doing their duty, or do they crawl into hell holes where
their conscience is devoured by heartless devils?”
We are bearing witness to human
cruelty at its strategic best to dehumanize immigrants in this “beacon of
democracy.” I did not blast any fireworks to toast this obvious hypocrisy that
is more myth than reality for people branded as “illegal aliens.”
I did not lift any wine glasses to
cheer lies wrapped in the comfort of blind white nationalism. I find no reason to
toast more blood spilled in the name of some grand freedom granted to the
privilege few, while children die of dehydration and abandonment in cages, children
that look like my nieces and nephews, children the age of my two bilingual
boys.
Instead of rocket’s red blares and
bombs bursting in air, I can only offer a clarion call to the United
States of Amnesia to remember the words
emblazoned on its iconic Statue of Lady Liberty: Give me your tired, your poor, your
huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore,
the homeless, tempest-tossed to me …
Does it say in parentheses only the Irish immigrants, the
Polish immigrants, the Italian immigrants are to be welcomed? All immigrants
have come to these shores under less than favorable circumstances. The Latin
American immigrants seeking asylum at the Rio Grande border are yearning to
breathe free, but they are brown and black immigrants in a nation whose White House embraces white supremacy.
Let's dare to remember that a "precondition to doing violence to any group of people is
to make them less than human." No human being is illegal!
We will remember these dark times
for their blatant cruelty and condoned official terror when the beacon of
democracy allowed children to die in cages because of criminal negligence,
and let them perish of dehydration while many buried their heads in an empty
symbol of stars and stripes.
No flag-waving future 4th of July will protect those of you
who remained silent while a cadre of criminals ran amok with democracy because
they proclaimed to make “America great again.”
Like Douglas said in 1852, your
celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national
greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless
…
José Torres-Tama