Memorial Day in the DSA

We are as segregated as we have ever been. Two camps separated by ideologies that have formed a chasm, have cleaved this nation in ways we have never witnessed in our lifetimes. As we remember our fallen and celebrate those who gave their lives to preserve and protect our union, we are no longer living in the USA, but are, by our every action, our every word and deed, residing in the DSA. The Divided State of America.

We no longer see the same landscape on the horizon. No longer hold the same truths self evident. No longer find the value, the inherent worth, in the same beings. No longer seek out the same goals. No longer fundamentally believe we are better, stronger together than we are apart.

And if what we now call Memorial Day began as a response to our Civil War, how shall we now answer our most Uncivil War? Where, on this day, will we find the strength to forge bonds when we now appear irretrievably, irreparably broken?

We have not lived up to the aspirations that others died for. We have not been at peace with each other. We have perpetually and viciously denigrated those we hold with such deep and abiding enmity. We have threatened, with each passing day, to destroy the very fabric of what has made and kept this nation whole.

How will the future remember us?

Today, as we stand armed and ready to do grievous harm to those we hold in deep disregard, with such disrespect, in these terrible and desperate moments, where will we ever find the resolve and the courage to once more become the USA?

For now, that answer seems ever more remote and unattainable.

Living in the DSA.