The first book
I ever wrote was in 2006. I wrote it on the job, by hand, in my spare time. It will
never be released because its by first actual book and ain’t all that. But, there was a part in it that I always
loved and since I’m scrounging for things to do, I’m putting it up.
Daniel Kant
was a modern-day speechmaker, like the ones that existed back in the nineteenth
century. They were spoken-word
performances, but charged, political, and people loved it. There was a lot of other shit going on, but
the book led up to the last speech he ever wanted to give, and it was about the
balance between the rich and the poor in America. I reread it and I still liked it. It fit the insane tone of the book. You would not be surprised there a lot of details
that remain oddly relevant in 2020.
(Update: I had completely forgotten that this was the third book I'd written. There's two previous completed projects in my file that I blanked on. Oops.)
I fixed a couple
typos, but here it is:
“Good
evening!”
Applause. Woo’s.
“I was called a liberal twenty
times in the last week. Everyone used it
as an insult and I thought that was funny. Liberals used to be rough
types. Hard-edged, fringe rogues with
ideas that scared the crap out of banks, churches and governments alike. But a tiny era from 1967 or so to 1970 or so
changed that perception. The image of
the sly revolutionary was replaced by flowers and pot and peace signs and tie-dye and whining. Liberals are now
synonymous with hippies. The right
regards their cultural opposites as worthless, gutless and irrelevant.”
“Maybe hippies are. But liberals aren’t.”
“The liberals of today are all over
as they’ve always been, and I suspect the twenty-first century culture of sex,
violence and materialism have made their mark.
Like the devout leftists before them, they ate and drank at the table
for a while until something made them sick.
They might not bemoan big business, they may even want in on the
action. These are the types that perish
for what they love, they burn for their beliefs. They place forks in the road of human
progress.”
“Political debate doesn’t get in
the way.”
“If the conservatives left well
enough alone, their opponents on the public stage might actually be hippie
types. But they ridiculed and giggled at
the concepts of peace, love and understanding.
Now, I think liberals have to avoid the soft approach. They are backed into a corner. Creating segregated groups of people in a
single society is never a good idea.
Liberals are divided from the right and they are distanced in the public
eye. This time around, the left side
wants to be heard and preach the traditional morals of peace, responsibility
and liberty and the right side wants them to shut the fuck up.”
“So, what now? Liberals in different times are known as revolutionaries. The left creates change, it is in their
blood. Because of this, I am
frightened. As long as there is a place
at the table where conservatives and liberals, rich and poor, the powerful and
the powerless can speak to one another we always have hope. That’s why America’s system is shaped this
way! Opinions should be heard and
discussed and dissected. The doors
should never be shut. There are a few victories, but the conversation always goes
on.”
“This is much better than the
alternative.”
“What is the
alternative? Well I’m just an annoying
citizen, one who was, until very recently, poor. I have a confused and socially
virginal mind. I have a theory and I
base it on something that I hesitantly call “The American Commandment”. It is a single line etched in the minds of
each American who was ever born, and it is essential for the balance of any
capitalist society.
“I’m sure all of you heard the real version of The
Little Red Riding Hood. The wolf eats
Red and her Grandma and a huntsman saves the day by cutting open the stomach,
then they eat the wolf, Red marries the hunter and she’s fitted with a wolfskin
wedding veil? Kay, I added some of
that…”
“The point is that there are sometimes pieces of
stories and sayings and morals that are left behind by history for one reason
or another. There’s only one I’m going
to talk about and it’s the last thing I’ll ever talk about out loud.”
“The arguments we have all boil down the same
thing. I’ve heard advocates for peace,
racial equality, sexual equality, kid’s rights, gay rights, more guns, less
guns, anti-death penalty, pro-abortion, feed the hungry, get the government out
of my face, help us be strong united county again. One million causes. Because we are a capitalist society, everyone
knows what the root of the solution is.
I guess addressing it is considered a crime in some places, and debating
it is rude. Just like sex is a taboo
subject in many circles, the topic is still very real and an important part of
human life, let alone American life.”
“I speak of money.
This is a matter of dollars and wealth.
We value money above all things. Look around and be honest. Our lives are about who has money, who needs
it, who thinks they can get it and who wants to keep what they have. Any
problem I mentioned can be solved with more money, one way or another. I’ve heard people say certain things can’t be
solved with money. Don’t believe that. All that means is you won’t find anyone
willing to pay for it. The poor need money for basic necessities and the rich
believe they should keep what they earn, inherit, or make off of interest of
what they earn or inherit. I hear both sides and they make damn convincing
arguments. The only sticky wicket, the
only monkey wrench, is the numbers themselves.
There are 330 million people in this country and less and one percent of
a percent have half the wealth. That is
an issue.”
“So if we are honest and we admit money is number one;
outshining love, kindness, tolerance, children, respect, the golden rule,
family decency and happiness (all of which are free) then the poor must know
their place in this value system. They
believe they know their place. They are
controlled and limited.”
“But here’s what everyone has forgotten. The Commandment.”
“Back to my analogy.
I apologize because metaphors have never been easy for me. The wealthy have half of the commandment
spinning in their heads. The commandment
is a statement made by the people of a nation.
The middle class, the poor, the powerless. The powerful know the first
four words of the commandment and use it as a legitimate reason to ignore, and
even hate the poor. It’s short, but it is what they truly think of when they
see Democrats and social programs and intellectuals who want to change things
and scholarships and free lunch and free healthcare plans and public
school. They look at the poor with all
its sincerity and genuine need, their fellow man, and all they can hear is:”
“Give me your
money.”
“These are the first four words of the commandment.”
“The poor ask for equal playing fields. They ask for dignity and help. They ask for the smarter, the luckier and the
happier to be treated like equals. The wealthy can’t stand the fact they are
expected to pay for any of that. All the
Have’s hear is:”
“Gimme your money.”
“That is why there is suffering. That is why the system breaks down. That is why things don’t work around
here. It’s that thought and that
belief. It is a half-truth, a half-
belief. The poor have failed to remind
them of the rest of it! It is the Poor’s
fault everyone! The rich only hear what
they want to hear anyway, so it is the duty of the poor to remind the
rich why on God’s green earth they should pay taxes and support those less
fortunate!”
“Taxes exist to fund the government. Wealthy people
know that. Not just the DC guys pissing
money away on missiles that never go anywhere, but billions of other dollars in
tax money go to all the stuff we need.
Power, police, phone, fire fighters, emergency techs, teachers, sewer
guys, sanitation, lunch ladies, day care, elderly care, medicine and a shitload
others. Lemme hear it if you are one of
these people!!!”
Enormous applause.
They shook the stage. My heart
was a hummingbird eager to break through my chest.
“But those in power hear only: Gimme your money. Give me your money.
Like poor people are children asking for a cookie after school.”
“As for the wealthy, I’m sure when they go to church,
if they go, there is a sermon or two about charity and loving thy neighbor and
being Christlike or obeying the book or some shit. If Christians were Christlike there would be
no poor or war. But I don’t know if the
poor are waiting for that ship to sail in anymore. I have a feeling less and less people are
buying that old time medicine.”
“Remember, this is Poor’s fault. I mentioned numbers. They have numbers. So do we.
Lots of them.”
“I want everyone to hear my final point. I want all those smart phones and the MP3’s
and the soundboard recording and that camera for the internet link and all you
nice people to hear this.”
“This first part of the Commandment is indeed: “Gimme
your money.” The last six words that have fallen from memory in our fat and
bloated society are much more dramatic.”
“The second part is:”
A pause.
“OR WE WILL FUCKING TAKE IT!”
An eruption.
“I’m serious as a goddamned triple bypass. You want to say that I don’t live in the real
world? Look around. Look in the faces of the bored and confused
and depressed. We’re in America! It’s
not supposed to be better than this and here we are! Scared and tired and sad all the time. If what I speak of is insanity, then that is
where we live every day. A state of
insanity.”
“Think ! Think! Think! Why would people with money ever give their money away? For what reason other than the government
initially set up laws to take it from them.
Why take the money at all? To
placate the poor! The budgets for Social
Security and education alone are staggering.
If we only care about money, you know this is not done out of the
kindness of their hearts. It’s done to keep
the peace. It is to keep you and me
punching the clock and making them money. It is a carrot or a stick. Money is the brass ring or whatever bullshit
analogy we’ve adopted to silence ourselves when we realize our lives are
meaningless.”
“What power do they have that we don’t give to
them? Tell them their money is worthless
or take it all, it doesn’t matter. What is to keep us from taking whatever we
want when we want it? The laws, the
rules? What are you afraid of? Cops,
security, the army? All those folks will
be right next to you. If they don’t
abandon their posts it will only take a few minutes. Once they see they are equally as screwed
over and desperate and they’ve swallowed even bigger lies they’ll stand
shoulder to shoulder with family and neighbors.”
“What about the
law, Dan? As far as the law, what is the goddamn point of the law if you
are hungry, sad, fearful, and pissed off all the time? It’s just paper! It can be changed! Do you think it is money or law that keeps
the peace anyway?”
“As far as the daily feelings of the rich, you can’t
base an entire socioeconomic system to keep a tiny segment of the population
from feeling bad they have money. Too
bad, poor you. You’re wealthy. If you want to stay that way, you pay taxes.”
“Your possessions are only illusions. They are only yours because the rest of us
have agreed not to take it from you.
That is a contract. That’s how it
will always be. It is the price of a
civilization. You don’t like it; we’re coming for your stuff. Now get out.”
“Is this a threat?
You’re goddamned right it is!”
“The threat is not new, it’s always been there. We’ve just been rocked to sleep with shiny
objects and pretty pictures and fluff to forget about it for a while.
Television, cheap gadgets, cars, dumb movies, caffeine, beer and sugar serve as
distractions. We all know this or have a
vague idea of our addictions. But the
cards seem so stacked against us and the allure of mediocre aimless Americana
is so strong. It still does not change a
thing. It is a tradition to fleece the
poor. What I speak of is equally
traditional. The threat is very real.”
“Sooner or later, it will happen. You have to see it coming. Those who have the means to feed, clothe and
help those who don’t have the means will have to make a decision. How much are
you willing to pay for stability? Our society is a concept. An idea.
An idea can be accepted or rejected. Humans must have a reason m a
vested interest to accept the concept.
These laws that keep the fabric together will be respected if they
work. If they don’t, the concept is
useless.”
“The alternative is something entirely more
horrifying, but still real. It has
happened many times in human history, and it’s sure to happen again. Prevention
is possible, but like a life- threatening virus, terrorism or natural
disasters, it has to be faced. It must not be ignored.”
I took a sip of water.
I received applause just for that.
“I’ll only be another couple minutes.”
“I’m talking revolution. Not the John Lennon kind or the Black Panther
kind. I’m not talking about rock and
roll here. I’m talking France,
1789. I’m talking millions of pissed off
people storming affluent neighborhoods because they are ill and all the
medicine is being held ransom. Houses and cars aflame because they are starving
or unemployed. Do you understand how
these things begin? By those who feel
useless and have nothing to do! Are we
that far? Are we getting close?”
“One crisis is all it takes. One financial disaster and those without
ample resources will be in the streets. Maybe it won’t even come to that. Maybe it will be one man; one father. He
watches someone he loves, someone he is responsible for, so sick and dying
needlessly because he lacks the correct insurance coverage, or he was laid off,
or injured, or unlucky. The medicine is right over there, in that building,
just waiting for a high bidder. Maybe he
can’t handle it any more, maybe he himself is sick or desperate or hungry or
even worse, bored to death?”
“People are poor because they are poor! Why does it matter!?” I screamed.
More applause.
I wanted to bail right there. I
felt the crowd rumbling and they approved.
I sucked the marrow out the last bone of anger I had and all was left
was the little blonde girl in the Pacific Northwest. If nothing I said ever mattered again I
didn’t care. I wanted to collapse.
“Maybe this father hops a fence. That’s it.
Right into a warehouse or a store or an estate. He figures he has no other options so he
grabs what he needs, maybe someone gets in his way. But his baby is starving and dying, and the
owner is trying to protect his property.
What would you do with someone who got between you and your starving
child?”
“YOU’D FUCKING KILL HIM! THAT’S WHAT YOU’D DO AND YOU
KNOW IT!!!”
“And who of you would convict him? This is where the line is drawn for all of
us. This is where civilization stops
cold and nature looms it ever- present shadow.”
“Then more and more people would get the same idea as
the father and it would be bedlam before you know. First the police would do their duty but
eventually they’d figure out they are just arresting their own kind, the
underpaid and the mistreated and the incredibly bored to death. Maybe a change, even a violent one, is better
than wasting away at the TV, growing fatter and sicker and dumber and wishing
that something would happen. People would stop caring about burning the flag,
gay marriages or welfare cheats in a second.
Maybe it wouldn’t be America anymore.”
“If the rich stand in the way of your baby dying, your
loved one starving or they refused to grant you a bit of dignity, all your
notions of a work ethic and the nuclear family dissipate like firecracker
smoke. ‘Society’ and ‘country’ and ‘America’ and ‘laws’ become just words.
You’d do whatever you’d have to do, and those with money need to know
that. They need to remember it.”
“The
people. Us. Everyone you see. We aren’t in charge. We aren’t in charge, but
we are the keepers of the kingdom. This
is our country. We let them have
it. But it is an old agreement. An ancient deal. They must live up to it. Every so often we have to rattle the cage .”
“To those who are frightened or find me hilarious I
can only say this is a natural as the tides rolling in. Snowfall.
Birth and death. The few must
protect the needs of the many, and now you remember why.”
“I’m getting tired.”
“To those who have things, just be fair. Give in. Give up some of your money. Yes, that’s how it works. Not all. Some. It’s
not rude to ask someone to do something with their money. Don’t want to help? Then don’t call when there’s a fire or you
need a doctor or a teacher or a cop or someone to fix the plumbing. Don’t
expect protection from our enemies. You don’t need anyone’s help,
apparently. You have money and that’s
the American way. What’s yours is yours.”
“I hope your right, because in the other scenario,
your goddamned head is on a pike.”
“Give
up the money!!!!”