I just returned
from
the land
of the Golem,
(a sort of
Frankenstein,
that predates
the Shelley
tale),
where
the Soviet
and Nazi
lost to
democracy,
and memory
is preserved
not erased.
The Golem
of medieval
fantasy
was initially
created
as a magical
protector.
It (he)
was large
and clumsy,
slow-witted,
and soulless;
immune
to conventional
weapons
or pain.
(Sound familiar?)
It would become
eventual
that this
folk hero
would grow
fearsome
and violent,
which meant
its destruction;
a lesson
we keep
needing
to learn.
We tend
to yearn
for
a protector
and champion:
strong-
even masculine-
forgetting
that subletting
power
weakens
us.
“The New Colossus”,
by Emma Lazarus,
was the poem
befitting
Lady Liberty.
The Mother
of Exiles
whose torch
is a beacon
of light
for the weary-
quite
a contrast
to the dreary
giant man.
Trump is a
hulking,
clumsy,
dimwitted,
soulless
(faux)
protector,
whose power’s
run
amok
with endless
luck;
a new colossus
for us
in the worst
way.
But for America’s
semi-
quincentennial
birthday,
I say,
remember
anew
“The New
Colossus”:
“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free…”
as us.
Our strengths
are not
artificial intelligence
(though with regulation,
such sensation
could be transformational).
By 250,
we
need to
grow up!
The New Colossus
is not this monstrous
idiot.
It’s the generous,
creative spirit
that is
inspired by
and of
liberty;
not irresponsibility,
but human
dignity,
integrity,
and decency,
with liberty,
and justice
for all.