Do Black Lives Matter in Baltimore?
Even a few years ago, an ad like this would not have been made nor aired. It is a sign of our changing times. It is a sign of hope.
It seems the spell of the White Witch, keeping all the land frozen in the political ideas of a Victorian crackpot named Karl Marx raging against a Georgian named Adam Smith, has begun to break.
Grievances over the Negro slave trade in America, dating from the Jacobean period, when the House of Stuart ruled England, obsess this generation.
1619 was long ago. Consider: Scholars date the end of the Middle Ages as the mid-Fifteenth Century. One generation later, two score years, Columbus discovered America. From 1492 to 1619 is a century and a third. From then to now is four centuries. Hence, the evils of 1619 that the Left spent and spend such time and effort publicizing, are fourfold closer to the Middle Ages than to the current day.
That any such creatures, fuming over matters so long ago suffered, and so long ago cured, can call themselves ‘Progressive’ is an irony.
Meanwhile, Baltimore is now. What is the progress the progressives make there? What promise does defunding the police hold out?
Since the Great Society schemes of 1960’s — a period from before the Moonshot — the Black has been bribed to vote Democrat, the party of Jefferson Davis, Orville Faubus, Lester Maddox, George Wallace, and reliably has done so.
They have been bribed by social programs to be blind, that is, to grant power to their own destroyers.
If that changes, and conservatives win Black votes, and take steps to earn and deserve those votes, the winter may break, and season of spring enter in.
Aslan is on the move.
Allow me to draw your eye to this prayer by the generous patroness of those in need of sight.
O St Lucy, you preferred to let your eyes be torn out instead of denying the faith and defiling your soul; and God, through an extraordinary miracle, replaced them with another pair of sound and perfect eyes to reward your virtue and faith, appointing you as the protector against eye diseases. I come to you for you to protect my eyesight and to heal the illness in my eyes.
O St Lucy, preserve the light of my eyes so that I may see the beauties of creation, the glow of the sun, the color of the flowers and the smile of children.
Preserve also the eyes of my soul, the faith, through which I can know my God, understand His teachings, recognize His love for me and never miss the road that leads me to where you, St Lucy, can be found in the company of the angels and saints.
St Lucy, protect my eyes and preserve my faith.
About John C Wright
John C. Wright is a practicing philosopher, a retired attorney, newspaperman, and newspaper editor, and a published author of science fiction. Once a Houyhnhnm, he was expelled from the august ranks of purely rational beings when he fell in love; but retains an honorary title.
