This time of year, I hearken back to the words proclaimed by men far greater than myself. I write not out of vanity, but to keep this occasion holy, if you will—to draw attention to the future we project onto ourselves, the innocent, and the unborn.
While my fellows plan alcohol parties and fireworks displays, I contemplate the implications of those declarations and the designs of Tyranny they sought to redress. I wonder whether the “train of abuses and usurpations” that once described Despotism has merely morphed—and whether it still persists in America today, in one form or another.
“He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good...
He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people, and eat out their substance...
He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures...
He has plundered our seas, ravaged our Coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people…”
These words, taken from the Declaration of Independence, echo through time. And yet, I also contemplate the words spoken in Rochester, New York, on July 5, 1852, by a man born into slavery—Frederick Douglass:
“You have no right to enjoy a child's share in the labor of your fathers, unless your children are to be blest by your labors...
Washington could not die till he had broken the chains of his slaves. Yet his monument is built up by the price of human blood…”
And again:
“At a time like this, scorching irony, not convincing argument, is needed...
We need the storm, the whirlwind, and the earthquake.
The feeling of the nation must be quickened; the conscience of the nation must be roused…”
I contemplate the vassalage of contemporary America—bound by financial instruments foreign to the Constitution, written by men who steadfastly opposed such financing. I wonder if we are not in yet another form of slavery. A slavery perpetrated by consent, evinced by social and economic factors that contradict our technical capabilities. A slavery where men are born not as slaves, but as human capital, governed by a bureaucracy foreign to the Constitution, yet made familiar by the precedents of consent.
I’m not trying to be all doom and gloom. I’m not even trying to accuse—though I have in the past. I’m a father of four. I want to be hopeful for the future. And I remind myself: I have no right to enjoy a child's share in the labor of my fathers, unless my children are to be blest by my labors.
This Independence Day, a new train of thought has taken hold. I now labor for independence from a status quo that I, for one, am not so sure will do proper justice for all our children.
The Zeitgeist Movement Defined outlines this train of thought. It’s available for all to see—at no cost.