The extermination of the Jews quietly began as Hitler demanded that Germans show their loyalty to the nation by singing the German National Anthem. As the crowds cheered Hitler’s bombastic demagogic cries of Aryan supremacy, Germans emotions of their own superiority ran higher and higher to the point of total hysteria with the “man who would become their god.” They sang the German National Anthem louder and louder convincing themselves of their own superiority. And so between 1939 and 1944, Hitler’s racism ran unchecked throughout Deutschland, poisoning the minds of children who promised their lives to Hitler, and German women who offered up their wombs to further the German race. We know the outcome of Hitler’s reign—the rise and fall of the Third Reich. It ended badly for the narcissist, egomaniacal Hitler, who killed himself when the world of Aryan supremacy was blown to smithereens by Allied Forces. But we also know that before Hitler’s reign of terror ended 8 million Jews and many others would be exterminated.
What we know about Trump’s childhood is that he made it a habit to stand before mirrors imitating Hitler. He admitted such. Trump admires and adores how Hitler could whip up a crowd to the point of blind allegiance. Trump still studies how Hitler held sway over a crowd, how Hitler turned once peaceful neighbors against one another, and how once peaceful neighbors willingly participated in the murder of those same neighbors and the thievery of their neighbors money, gold and silver. People still wonder how did this happen. It started with blind allegiance to national symbols. It started with the brainwashing of a people to believe that hatred followed by atrocities of the worst type could be committed in the name of national symbols.
America is on the precipice of where Hitler took Germany. Trump is playing with the same fire that Hitler played with—totally disregarding Hitler’s ignominious end. But Trump’s ego cannot “go there.” He has to revel in the moment—the same momentary glee that Nero enjoyed playing his fiddle while Rome burned to the ground. And as Trump’s supporters are now showing, they are willing to lead America over a “cliff to ruination” behind expression of protests against American injustice during the singing or the National Anthem.
I have long questioned how the poem, “The Defence of Fort McHenry” written by Francis Scott Key in September 1814, became the National Anthem given the wording of the third stanza. I know that Herbert Hoover made it the National Anthem in 1931 but I wonder if he read the entire song. If you have not read it, the National Anthem, also called the Star Spangled Banner has four stanzas. As follows:
Oh, say can you see, by the dawn’s early light,
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.
O say, does that star-spangled banner yet wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave?
On the shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,
In full glory reflected now shines on the stream:
‘Tis the star-spangled banner! O long may it wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
And where is that band who so vauntingly swore
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion
A home and a country should leave us no more?
Their blood has wiped out their foul footstep’s pollution.
No refuge could save the hireling and slave
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:
And the star-spangled banner in triumph doth wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.
Oh! thus be it ever, when freemen shall stand
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!
Blest with victory and peace, may the heaven-rescued land
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.
Then conquer we must, when our cause it is just,
And this be our motto: “In God is our trust.”
And the star-spangled banner in triumph shall wave
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!
The solution to the National Anthem is this–henceforth everyone who sings the National Anthem must sing the entire song, not just the first stanza. Let’s see how quickly sports fans begin to throwing rocks, toilet paper, chewing gums and every other conceivable object to stop the singing of this ridiculous song that defends slavery and bigotry. I doubt sincerely if the idiot, or better put, the SOB, in the Oval Office has ever read the entire Star Spangled Banner.
I also suggest, that if there is a need to begin sporting events with a song, that for the next two years all sporting events substitute the Black National Anthem. Let’s have some equal time with another song that truly speaks to the true state of America and its very fragile future. Here are the words to the Black National Anthem written in 1900 by James Weldon Johnson. This is truly a song that could bring this very divided nation together—after we get rid of Donald J. Trump.
Lift ev’ry voice and sing,
Till earth and heaven ring.
Ring with the harmonies of Liberty;
Let our rejoicing rise,
High as the list’ning skies,
Let it resound loud as the rolling sea.
Sing a song full of the faith that the dark past has taught us,
Sing a song full of the hope that the present has brought us;
Facing the rising sun of our new day begun,
Let us march on till victory is won.
God of our weary years,
God of our silent tears,
Thou who has brought us thus far on the way;
Thou who has by Thy might,
Led us into the light,
Keep us forever in the path, we pray.
Lest our feet stray from the places, our God, where we met Thee,
Lest our hearts, drunk with the wine of the world, we forgot Thee,
Shadowed beneath thy hand,
May we forever stand,
True to our God,
True to our native land.
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