My girlfriend, who never cared about politics before Bernie Sanders, sat and watched videos of the Hillary Clinton election rigging in Nevada with me…
And she cried.
I cried with her.
Her tears were the tears one sheds when they learn that something they had believed in is nothing more than an ugly lie.
My tears were tears of inspiration.
Carrie watched the videos with all the sadness of a child who had just learned that Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny were just pretty lies to help us makes sense of the world.
I watched through a different lens.
I watched with a sort of angry glee.
Many is the time that I had wondered if these so called revolutionaries would be up for the cause, once they had accepted that their democracy was as fake as The Tooth Fairy (if you are under eight years old and reading this, sorry for all the spoilers).
I remembered reading Marx in college and thinking that his argument about Capitalism inevitably falling into revolution and how I had doubted it.
Marx had no way of knowing that even poor Americans would have 200 channels of high-definition reality TV and a shit ton of selective serotonin reuptake inhibitors keeping them “civilized”.
All $125,000 of student loan debt had taught me was that Marx and Freud were pretty much wrong about everything.
Women don’t have penis envy and Americans are too damned spoiled to rebel.
Then the man in Nevada raised a chair with intent to throw it…
And I started to wonder.
What I saw in Nevada angered me, but it also inspired me.
I saw a group of decent, civil people brought to the brink of violent resistance.
Some would say that this is a negative, but the potential for all forms of disobedience make up the very fabric of our constitution.
Never should humans become so “civilized” that they allow their rights to be trampled on.
To love people demands that you must love yourself and to love one’s self means to stand up for one’s rights.
The natural extension of standing up for your own rights is that you stand up for the rights of others.
When evil is running amok, revolt is compassion.
Am I espousing violence?
It is not the violence, but the rage I am embracing.
As I saw the Sanders supporters storm the barrier, I prayed that they would stop.
I watched the man raise the chair and my heart skipped a beat.
If he throws the chair…the police charge…the citizens fight back and ultimately people are hurt and more than likely die.
I held my breath.
The man set the chair back down.
Tragedy was averted.
We do not need violence.
We are not at our end.
We have so many avenues to pursue.
The pen is mightier than the sword and The Internet is a billion pens scribbling all at once.
I advocate NOT for violence, but for rage and for action.
If you are not angry, then you are simply not paying attention.
In college I was an uber-liberal.
Head of the feminist club and speaker for The Young Democrats.
I had trouble with our Amnesty International group.
This stemmed from my refusal to sign The Pledge of Non-Violence.
I read it thoroughly and returned it to them.
They told me that I was the first member of the chapter to refuse to sign and they were curious as to why.
My response was that it called for non-violence for ALL occasions and I felt that this was a very dangerous idea.
I told them that our country was founded on violent resistance and that as much as I wished that there were no need for it, I know that on rare occasions it is the only method of recourse available.
This did not make me popular at our meetings.
The pressure they put on me reminded me of when I was a young Christian and was told that “asking so many questions was against God” and that “I needed to have more faith and less skepticism.” and ultimately told that “maybe I would be more comfortable at a different church.”
At every meeting the paper was presented to me again and I was asked to reconsider signing it.
“If someone breaks into your house and is going to harm the people you love, do you choose non-violence?” I would ask.
“I would try to talk to them.” one guy said.
“You would die.” I said.
“You’re advocating violence!!!” the man screamed.
“When it is the only option.” I agreed.
The talked to me about Gandhi.
I talked to them about Reginald Denny.
The girl with the dreads told me that “violence was the cause of all the world’s problems.”
“Yet it is also the solution to some of those same problems.” I reasoned.
“When?!” she wanted to know.
“What would you do if someone tried to rape you?”
She glared at me.
“I hope you would fight back.”
She glared at me.
I was not long for that group.
Just as with the church, I was asked to leave.
So while Carrie cried as she glimpsed how cruel the world could be, I cried because I saw the spirit needed for revolution in the eyes of the Sanders supporters in Nevada.
I saw people who cared deeply for their country.
I saw people who were ready to fight for Democracy.
I saw people who were wise enough to walk away and try alternative means of toppling the corrupt establishment.
I saw the balance of rage and intelligence required to succeed vs the fascists who are currently in power.
Those corrupt “Democrats” stood on that stage and rigged an American election and when they were done they hid behind a wall of police and taunted those whom they had just disenfranchised.
They said that they were “afraid for their lives” and the media reported this as if it were an indictment on the voters who had in reality been the victims.
Sadly, they were not “afraid for their lives”.
And this brazen lack of fear is what allows them to repeatedly attack the American people from their ivory towers.
Corrupt government leaders should be afraid.
America’s two-tier “justice” system offers them nothing to fear.
They can simply buy their way into or out of anything.
Nevada, Arizona and New York reminded us that our government officials can and will openly rig our Democracy without fear of repercussions.
Without fear, many have no motivation to act in the best interests of those they are supposed to serve.
If your government does not fear you then they do not represent you.
It has been far too long since our government feared us and for far too long we have feared our government.
Bernie Sanders has become much more than just a human being.
He has become a symbol of democracy and freedom.
Bernie Sanders is Occupy Wall Street 2.0.
He is what happens when a million fragmented groups join forces under a single ideology.
He is the spark that ignited a hundred million flames that now light the entire world.
He is living proof that good can triumph over evil.
Those in control will not relinquish their power without a fight.
We must battle them on every front.
We must shine a light into every corrupt corner and drag them out and into justice.
Perhaps those corrupt “Democrats” in Nevada really were “afraid for their lives.” even if just for a minute.
Perhaps they should have been.
Perhaps they will think twice the next time they are asked to help rig an election.