That's the reality we're all supposed to accept, but don't believe it. America's elected leaders and its self-styled warrior-generals and admirals have chosen to build such genocidal weaponry. They seek budgetary authority and power, while the giant weapons-making corporations pursue profits galore. Congress and presidents, our civilian representatives, are corrupted or coerced by a system that ensnares their minds. Much like Gollum in The Lord of the Rings, the nuclear button becomes their "precious," a totem of power. Consider President Trump's boast to Kim Jong-un that "his" nuclear button was much bigger than theirs and his promise that, were the North Korean leader not to become more accommodating, his country would "face fire and fury like the world has never seen." The result: North Korea has vastly expanded its nuclear arsenal.
It wouldn't have to be this way. To cite Dorothy Day, the Catholic peace activist, "Our problems stem from our acceptance of this filthy, rotten system." Don't accept it, America. Reject it. Get out in the streets and protest as Americans did during the nuclear freeze movement of the early 1980s. Challenge your local members of Congress. Write to the president. Raise your voice against the merchants of death, as Americans proudly did (joined by Congress!) in the 1930s.
If we were to reject nuclear weapons, to demand a measure of sanity and decency from our government, then maybe, just maybe, the best years of my country would still lie ahead of me, no matter my growing aches and pains on what's left of my life's journey.
Not to be morbid, but I suppose we all walk our own Jornada del Muerto. I'd like what's left of mine to remain unlit by the incendiary glare of nuclear explosions. I'd prefer that my last days weren't spent in a hardscrabble struggle for survival in a world cast into darkness and brutality by a nuclear winter. How about you?
Copyright 2023 William J. Astore
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