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Letter To America By Sparrowhawk Dear America, I was thinking about you with nostalgia today. You have meant so much to me as I grew up. There was the 50's of raw rock'n'roll, Elvis and Little Richard. They were amazing days when I, as one of the youth of the day, found self expression so different from the previous generation that it marked us out forever. I was only a kid then, grabbing broom handles and gyrating with the best, whilst older brothers and sisters tied their locks back in ponytails or slicked back their hair. I grew up to the sound of guitars and American accents on the radio and TV. I had a pretty good one myself for a Brit. "Six-Five Special", and "Bandstand" was a must, and I didn't dislocate my knees with the Twist as many did! They were crazy, exciting days. The world was ours. We got to love cars, and 'movies' (as opposed to 'films'), hamburgers (with beef), as well as the inevitable LP records. Vinyl they came to be known. The 60's and 70's were even better for me. Afro-American was my kind of music. It was deep and soulfully rhythmic sexuality, and for a young adult, it was all I needed to feel grown-up and sexy. I could dance and how! I made the eyes move in my direction as my feet flew. I did the 'Swim', the 'Mashed Potato'". You name it. Later to the revolutionary sounds of Fleetwood Mac, Sly and the Family Stone, Marvin Gaye, Joni Mitchell I took on the world. Flower Power hit me hard, as I traveled round the Globe, to the sounds from Hair, Cat Stevens, and James Taylor. We were changing the world and the world was coming out of America. Then the 80's came. Now as a successful psychotherapist, I was caught up in the New Age. I read Shirley MacLean with religious fervor, rebirthed, primaled, and meditated. It changed my life. I discovered who I was and spent the best part of my life helping others to do the same. I taught them of all the wonderful people, and philosophies that were coming out of the US of A. California was the Mecca of the West. But I didn't see the sour underbelly showing. I was having such a good time saving people, how could I have ever suspected that out of the place that spawned so much, was pouring poisonous underground control of the minds of the world that it would eat up all the good it had done. Eat up all the good in the world, if we're not careful. I suppose it was there for those that had eyes to see. The wars, the propaganda, and the continued patriotism to the exclusion of all else. Macdonald's was always the best and had to go everywhere you went. Coke had to be sold no matter that it was as good for your stomach as battery acid. Everyone else's culture had to submit to yours. Nowhere was as good as the good old USA! The 'good ol' boys' were still drinking whiskey and rye while you bought up and sold out everyone else. The planet got more polluted. The food got less eatable. The drug culture that you exported with your media killed more and more of our next generation. "Generation X" you called them, like the inmates of a global prison. Is that what you want us to be?? Do you want to be the world's policeman and soldiers, with us as the dutiful children, laughing at your jokes and buying your poison?? As I sat in the café earlier listening to the strains of "Me and Mrs. Jones" I felt like crying. Why did you do it?? Why did you have to betray us?? Is this a Judas thing? Kiss the cheek and take the silver? You sold the world down the river, but you have to come too. Where we go, you will go first, because you led us there. In a world choking on smoke and garbage you want 'business as usual'. Your sons die, but its all for the good of the cause.....money. Was it always the same?? Was I just too blind to see what was in the candy? Maybe you had yourself fooled too. I hope so. I would hate to think that it was all a setup from the beginning, because if it was, you forgot one thing: you have to live here to, America. You have to live here too! |