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Olive Tree in
Calenzano, Italy,
27 March 1994,
Set to Flames My
United States’
Passport,
Dried My Eyes,
and Then Returned
Home
to Write a Letter
Renouncing My
United States’
Citizenship
A Testing of the Value of Democratic
Principles in the
United States of America
Preface
When I think of apples, I think of whipped cream;
and, when I think of whipped cream, I think of
apples.
I have never been able to ascertain the
reason/reasons
for this mental modus operandi, not even from any
of my favorite “philosophical friends”:
David Hume, Bertrand Russell and Jean-Paul Sartre.
When I think why I sat under an olive tree in
Calenzano, Italy, 27 March 1994, set to flames my
United States’ passport, dried my eyes, and then
returned home to write a letter renouncing my
United States’ citizenship, six words scurry
unhesitatingly through my mind: TOO MANY LIES,
TOO MANY TIMES;
and I have reason to believe why I think so: On My
Northamerican Dream-My Northamerican
Nightmare Ledger Sheet (Immanuel Kant), the
Nightmare checks far overbalance the Dream ones.
I readily grant that my tallies on the Northamerican
Dream side bring back many excessively tender
memories, many joyous occasions, many “funny
inside feelings,” and many truly good times. These
reflections remind me of several actual feelings that
I am both proud and happy to carry the memories of
with me still. They are part of me and will always
be. I am profoundly disappointed that my Nightmare
scores far outweigh my Dream scores. In renouncing
my United States’ citizenship I have acted to
attempt to make my life more whole and rewarding
for myself. And, then, for others.
In this brief written arrangement, three of those
Nightmare checks, causes that provide logical sense
for my premise, taken randomly, will be elaborated
upon. The third motive succeeds the second, in
time, almost without intervention.
I sincerely hope this exposition will stimulate
productive debate.
Anthony St. John 31 August 1994 Calenzano, Italia
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serenity of the area made
ovember, 1967. for a pleasant break from
On the army bases, fire bases,
Cambodian- forts, base camps,
Laotian borders. As terminals and
much as it was the compounds. As one
United States Army’s trekked through the
intention to bomb to “boonies” there was the
smithereens and overpowering feeling that
defoliate the leaves away vacation time had come
of the Vietnamese round once again. The
countryside with the pleasantries of the
excuse of clearing large beautiful woodlands
segments of land so that instilled in one a distinct
the country could be rid presentiment of
of those “commie gook peacefulness. Butterflies
bastards” from the north —an enormous range of
of Vietnam, too much of colors characterizing
the beauty of what was their diverse species—
once Indo-China crowded pathways
remained to remind one hacked away by
that this potential machete-bearing
breadbasket of the world pointmen. Birds chirped
or offshore goldmine of away in treetops and
petroleum deposits— reminded one of
which of the two suited agreeable moments had
one’s fancy?—was in fact in one’s youth during
a luscious green paradise springtime strolls through
of richly luxurious shaded timberlands with
mountains, valleys, the loved one—hand in
coastlines, rivers, forests hand. There was that
and hamlets. matchless sound of
bacon and eggs—traded,
In the mosquito-infested if not robbed, from local
Central Highlands, Montagnard villagers—
adjacent to Cambodia crackling on a frying pan
and Laos, a mountain over an early-morning
range of green splendor fire, the aroma scenting
greeted the sightseer in its way through trees and
the air and on the bushes into two-man
ground. The views were hootches where rested
often breathtakingly soldiers recharged by a
seductive, and the
ten-hour sleep on an place. The “humping”
army-issue gray air was begun.
mattress turned over to
reach for the first butt of One looked up to the
the day and stalled, in a verdant mountain and
lazy, contented way, the was discouraged by its
beginning of a day’s imposing height. The
march up the side of a moans and groans once
comely mountain. expelled, the men went
Canteens were filled with about their hiking first
fresh, diseased-free considering it to be a
water from tributaries chore, then looking to
which had directed the what good could come
cool refreshment for from it. A bamboo pit
miles over rocks and viper or two wiggled and
through vegetation glided on the roots of a
effecting Nature’s own huge tree. Every month
purifying process and or so, a python to catch
ridding one of the need and wrestle with in
to plunk iodine tablets patches of grass—
into canteens and then, machete-bearing soldiers
to kill the taste, slide in on guard to prevent
cherry-flavored KOOL-AID strangulations. Wild
granules, pre-sweetened, water buffalo were
P-L-E-A-S-E!!! from the avoided altogether, when
funneled edges of those not shot, because they
small, pre-packed were too vicious and
envelopes. Canteen cups unpredictable in their
were used to boil hot behavior. No one
water for shaving, and appreciated the trouble
steel-potted helmets leeches brought, and in
served as washbasins certain areas, especially
into which soapy razor where the soil was
blades were dunked to unusually rich and moist
make ready the next and ensconced from
scrape to the chin. adequate air circulation
C-ration cans were by ravines, heavy
heated over small blue underbrush or land
pellet heating tabs—yells depressions, the leeches
going up in quest of an seemed to cultivate
extra can of peaches, or exceedingly well
“Who likes ham and lima requiring us to douse our
beans? (no one), I’ll trade boots with mosquito
you for a spiced beef.” repellent to keep them
When breakfast was from crawling up our legs
completed, packs—some into our crotches.
weighing eighty pounds
with mortar rounds, M-60 It was gratifying to walk
ammo belts, and prick-9 into a friendly village
radio batteries busting a without going in to
man’s back—were destroy it and find
hoisted to fit a very neat villagers hard at work
position, rifles were building homes or
grabbed, helmets were preparing meals for their
arranged at their most families. And if the
comfortable tilt, and inhabitants were not
pistol belts with loaded frightened by our
canteens and ammo presence—all the better.
pouches were clicked into G. I.’s teased and
playacted with the tribe. boundary of the secured
Gifts might be area. Chinese
exchanged. C-rations communist disc-jockeys
might be tossed to beamed romantic soul
scrounging kids begging music, but G. I.’s ignored
for food. A charred- their political messages
wood smell was diffused happy to hear familiar
throughout the village. tunes from back home.
Bare-breasted women, Chilled winds blew in the
nipples chunky and firm, later part of the day and
cradled children in their early part of the evening,
arms possessing them and it was cozy to squat
maternally and offering into one’s hootch
protection to them from constructed of two rain
the unstableness of an ponchos and there
army which offered them position oneself in the
food by day but at night center of the blown-up air
might bomb them to bits mattress—its rubber
and pieces. There was aroma floating up to be
no promise of peace and whiffed at throughout the
quiet for these people night. The body was
and their country set in tired, aching. Yet, it was
political turmoil for firm, resilient from the
decades. The village now suffering it was being put
became a memory to the through. It did not take
soldier’s past. long to fall asleep. One
The company pushed on might go to catch Z’s
farther to a night position earlier than usual hoping
where foxholes might be that the hootchmate one
dug and artillery was assigned to would
defensive concentrations not enter during an
were certain to kindle ecstatic masturbation
small brush fires and taken under a poncho
intimidate neighboring liner.
villagers. The security of
the night perimeter was There were other
much like the fetal comforts. A good book; a
posture. The unit drew re-read of the letters
itself into itself and felt from home; the latest
safe when it covered its issue of Playboy to
head and body with the escape from reality; a
security blanket of a good cigar; the
circular encampment, knowledge that the M-16
with guards watching had been cleaned
over it through the night, earlier that day; and, dry,
with radio contact for any clean socks.
emergency, with men
well-armed and fortified At night, when the noise
with a filling dinner, with of one hundred and
an air force at their beck twenty men abated, one
and call, with helicopter set off to sleep listening
gunships to whip in and to the sounds of the
out to sting an attacking jungle: its animals, its
enemy. trees swishing in the
The moon lit the night. wind, its own powerful
Radios blared, portable presence occasionally
record players played disturbed by the clock-
popular music. Chats clocking of a Huey or the
abounded within the explosion of an
harassment and orange, blue white and
interdiction artillery purple. Cirrus,
round sounding off in the cirrostratus, cirrocumulus
distance with a and altostratus clouds
tremendous pounding to beamed dazzling colors
the ground. Nature, in its bounced off them by that
beauty and splendor, was sinking luminous celestial
too strong even for the body around which the
United States Army Earth and other planets
which, while despoiling revolve, from which they
and B-52-bombing It, receive heat and light,
could not take away the which has a mean
time which would come distance from Earth of
to replenish It in all Its 93,000,000 miles, a
green brilliance and linear diameter of
vitality. 864,000 miles, a mass
332,000 times grander
Always a strict creature, than Earth, and a mean
Nature was even severer density about one-fourth
in Vietnam. For all the that of Earth.
punishment it had
inflicted upon it, it I fantasized a champagne
parcelled out its own. breakfast at sunrise in St.
Nature knew it would Augustine on Florida’s
survive, yet it yielded east coast, and a seafood
high malarial platter feast at sunset in
temperatures. It slapped Cedar Key on Florida’s
down villagers and west coast. The Vietnam
soldiers with tuberculosis, experience would not
cholera and typhus. Its always be with us, but
billowy, dark clouds— the Sun would be. And
bulging their way through what a gracious, friendly
the skies—dropped Sun! The company is
oceans of rain on roads drenched with gallons of
muddying them, on monsoon rain when then,
bodies diseasing them, and only then, the Sun
on fighter bombers pops out to steam heat
grounding them. When away soaking helmet
the clouds full of rain camouflage covers,
scattered at the end of waterlogged fatigues,
their season, the hot sun and sloshing wet boots—
came to parch throats those boots Nancy
and cake roads to a Sinatra keeps reminding
powdery dust which blew us, as if we did not know,
in the faces of men and were made for none
clogged the oil-smooth- other than walking!
running machinery of the
world’s most powerful The chill leaves the body
army. when the heat rays of the
Sun pierce their way
The Sun to the east, the through army-issued
Sun to the west. It was green santeen duds. The
magnificent in the body becomes dry again.
morning warming the Sweat begins to seep
body after a chilled sleep. through the fine pores
At dusk, it set behind and small openings of the
gorgeous mountains, its body’s protective
flare lighting up the skies garments. The Colt Rifle
in posh hues of red, Company’s famous—but
overrated—M-16 is waters lower the body
speckled with reddish temperature and revive
brown rust particles the mind to make it as
which will be removed translucent and alive as
easily with tiny cloth the colorless, glass-like
patches sopped with surface of the charging
cleaning oil, one each, for brook. The spirit of the
external use only. men becomes brisk.
There is horseplay. There
The humping assumes a is fun. The only grim
new, refreshed mood. reminder of the war is
Stomachs are beginning the five naked guards
to growl from the extra who have been placed on
duty imposed on the duty to protect the
digestive system to keep splashing, frolicking
the body pushing on infantrymen. Soap suds
through draughty rains begin to dull the upper
and hot Sun. One must boundary of the stream
now seek shade from the as men scrub at socks
midday Sun under whose and fatigue shirts and
torrid warmth lunch will their very own bodies.
be taken. The rucksack More than a hundred
is tossed to the base of a nudes. There is little
tree, the helmet plunked modesty, shame. The
down on the ground, the release from the
rifle put to the side close oppressing load of the
at hand, the pistol belt is rucksack has encouraged
unlatched, the canteen all of us to forget our
reached for with both slavery and enjoy, as
hands in a caressing much as we can, this
gesture and swigs are little grab at joy. There is
had from the olive drab no bitching when the call
plastic container which to regroup is made. The
holds that precious liquid men want to savor this
refreshment more encounter with Nature for
pretentious than a good at least the rest of the
bottle of Chateauneuf- day, and rather than fight
du-Pape. or pick at their plight,
they permit their
A pleasant intermission disciplined bodies and
comes to us. Within the minds to respond
inventory of the Universe automatically—
there is a large stream involuntarily—to the
one-hundred meters from command of that army
our lunch break position, they disrespect and
and our company despise. The rucksack,
commander has “tender- harnessed to strong
heartedly” given us backs for the umpteenth
permission to bathe and time, feels lighter than
wash clothes in the was once imagined in the
shadiness of the spread frigid waters of the river.
of a richly-vegetated
idyllic forest scene. The
winsomeness of the area The men head out, in
is incomparable. Trees single file, in silent
and colourful shrubs resolve. Whatever their
abound. The current thoughts are, they are
flows coolly and its private, intense. The
sparkling, crystal-clear men intertwine with
Nature. They have taken a better order of Life, and
comfort from Nature’s they have sought,
powerful ability to stand through the simplicity of
and endure. They look Nature, to seek peace
up to the blue and know and good will among all
that those fluffy white men on Earth without
cottony nebulas will turn recrimination and
blackish gray by late penalty.
afternoon and pour down
huge droplets of water
I
condensed from vapor in nto this serene milieu
the boundless is plopped the
atmosphere which battalion’s number one
infiltrates the Vietnamese beer delivery man who is
countryside, the hearts making his weekly rounds
and minds of all men and around the battalion’s
women and even the area of operations. The
United States Army. They company knows the
look to the ground and clock-clocking helicopter
sense the firmness of the is the command and
Earth—its hardened control Huey of Light Bird
exterior always waiting to Colonel, on the Full Bird
take without recoil or Promotion List, Husky
echo the hammering of because it is clean,
that steel-plated-in-the- spirals from a three-
sole jungle boot, two thousand-foot height in
each, green-canvassed at order to avoid small arms
their sides. Soldiers look fire, and it has been
to the right, to the left. some time since our
There are only green unit’s shining bright, spit-
trees and lush jungle shined-booted, with-
bushes to catch the eye. fatigues-starched
The company has commander has been out
reached a level of to the twigs for a visit.
Platonic The touching Shelleyan
Transcendentalism. They slumber of the “grunts”
have superseded, for a has been dissipated into
short time, the yoke of the atmosphere—perhaps
their own inhibiting forever—by this hideous
prejudices and the intrusion.
preconceived judgements The company guesses at
of others, and in unity, what its battalion’s chief
the fellowship of infantry buffoon has up his olive
fight specialists have drab sleeves for tricks
intuited the truth about and treats this fine
their fellow man and sweltering day, and there
have felt, while not is immeasurable glee
intellectualising it, the immediately when, to
value of virtuous everyone’s delight, as
conduct. Chained to Husky disembarks from
their rocks as his landed Huey and
Prometheus, the “grunts” charges forward to greet
have begun to stop his company commander
warring with their and infantry puppets, he
oppressors. They have trips over a tree stump,
taken the steps to scuffs his mirrored boots,
understand and pity and is caught from a fall
them. They have found to the ground—not
hope in the possibility of smooth and boarded as is
his comfy Tactical “Yes, sir! That
Operations Center—by indiscretion will never
his ass-kissing, reoccur in the future.”
permanently-fixed-to-his-
left-side battalion There are giggles and
executive officer. Husky gawky looks throughout
is amazed with himself the company area.
and vents his anger at Everyone knows the
once at his Bravo Vietcong and the
Company commanding Northvietnamese Army
officer explaining to him have been monitoring
that his men should have Husky’s inept operations
cleared away the Landing for months and have
Zone more carefully— conspired to let Husky
what, captain, would live until he is promoted
have happened if a to Army Chief of Staff—
Combat Assault was to who needs friends with
have been executed on enemies like this.
that L. Z. and an artillery
forward observer had “Proceed with your
seriously injured himself report, captain.”
on that tree stump “Sir, the enemy situation
incapacitating his ability is complicated and
to bring smoke and pee peculiar. We have out-
on an attacking enemy? maneuvered and
To wit, the company outflanked the
commander: “I am sorry, aggressors with your
sir, for that indiscretion. I stylised…”
can assure you, sir, there “Captain, I don’t want to
will be no reoccurrence of hear your highfalutin
it in the future.” excuses for not giving me
“Very well, captain. bodies,” Husky shrills
Report!” aloud in the woods for all
within a thousand meters
Husky has slipped back to hear.
to the very reason he “Sir, the indiscretion will
came to the field. The never occur in the
company commander future.”
snaps to, readies himself “Captain, are you some
to present his report, and kind of a god-damned
whips a flashy salute on idiot? Stop that
Husky. The comedy indiscretion shit now!”
continues. “Sir, the indis…Yeeees,
SSSSSSiiiiiirrrrrr!”
“Captain, I have “Captain, to date your
repeatedly told you, and unit is deficient. You
every other god-damned have the highest foot-
company commander in wound (“The Million-
this outfit, that I do not Dollar Wound”) casualty
want to be made rate in the whole god-
conspicuous in the field damned army, you
by having officers and haven’t had a body for
enlisted men salute me. me in four weeks, and
I don’t want to be a you are slow getting to
target for Charlie any your positions. What do
more than I have to be. you have to say for
Do you understand, you yourself?”
god-damned little idiot?” “Sir…”
“…I’ll tell you what you “Sir, have you ever
have to say for yourself, thought about Nature
captain. You have to say and what a satisfying
that you are a complete experience it is to walk
idiot. You have to say among the trees and
you are not doing your mountains and streams?”
job. You have to say that
your next efficiency Husky’s eyes bulge with
report is going to look astonishment. He has
mighty shitty if you don’t been taken unawares.
shape up soon!”
“Sir…” “I-I, yes I have, son.”
“Do not sir me. I want
action, I want bodies ! Husky thinks he is
Go to it, my man.” dealing with a nut case.
“Yes, sir!”
“I want to talk with your “Were you inspired,
men.” colonel?”
“I guess I was, I…son, we
The company are here to fight a war. I
commander kowtows and don’t see what Nature
pays homage and droops has to do with that.”
his body and bends “I do, sir.”
hither and tither to lead “You do?”
the way for Husky to his “Sir…”
men who are assembled “…son…Major, take this
in small groups in the man to my C&C ship and
distance talking about wait for me there.”
their recent spiritualistic
reunion with Nature. Husky does not want to
Husky comes upon the enter into a philosophical
men—both arms filled debate, nor does he wish
with cold beer cans. to have his men’s minds
poisoned with stuff he
“Got something for you knows might turn out to
“gook” killers! Feast your be commie or anti-army.
eyes on these cold cans
of suds, boys. I’m the “Men, I wish to make a
only battalion point or two very clear to
commander in Vietnam you.”
willing to break
regulations for his men Husky is gearing up for
and bring them ice-cold an army Sermon on the
suds to the field.” Mount, but his mind is
abruptly torn between
Husky’s favorable opinion risking the use of
of himself falls on deaf California Dreamer as an
ears. The men want the example of what not to
suds. think in Vietnam—
thereby alienating his
“What do you think about men—or proceeding to
that, private?” follow through on his hip-
shooting hunch that he
Husky has happed upon can make interesting hay
California Dreamer, the out of the situation and
unit’s philosopher of make an example of the
Nature. philosopher of Nature
who obviously challenged
his ideas, who obviously
challenged his authority. we will not stand for their
Naturally, Husky shot commie shit is the way
from the hip—his way of your old man Husky is
doing everything. The going to show you how to
moral homily continued. fight this war. But, men, I
can’t do it without you. I
“The United States Army can’t do it when you let
is the toughest, best- your guard down. If you
equipped army in the spend your day looking
world. It is not a candy- at trees and pretty
assed outfit, and it is not flowers and not looking
a pack of Boy Scouts on for Charlie, you are doing
its way to an overnight yourself a disservice, you
cookout.” are doing your nation a
disservice, you are doing
He points to the hills of Husky a disservice. For
Cambodia and Laos. God’s sake, boys, watch
out for those commie
“In those hills are bastards. Don’t let them
commies. God-damned catch you with your pants
little fucking slanty-eyed down. Be on your toes.
bastard commies. And Keep your rifles clean,
they are out to kill your walk five meters apart,
fucking asses, boys. search the areas you are
They are out to subjugate passing through, take
and subterfuge the your malaria pills, and for
American system of God’s sake, boys, stop
democracy. They are out shooting yourselves in
to take your beer from the god-damned feet! I
you.” have an incentive for
you. For every gook or
Husky is rolling along. AK-47 a Bravo Company
The class clown has grunt brings me, there
become the class are two quart bottles of
valedictorian. Seagrams-7 waiting back
in Bravo Charlie. Bring
“They are out to, god- me bodies. Husky wants
damn those bastards, bodies, men. I need a
seduce and abuse your high body count. I want
mothers, wives and to keep those god-
girlfriends. The commies damned commies from
are smart little fuckers. infiltrating into our
Don’t underestimate country—the home of the
them. They are willing to free, the home of the
walk the long mile to get brave. Go get ‘em,
their way, and they will boys!!!”
take all the time they
need to do it. They are Husky’s moral discourse
waiting in those hills. made little impression on
They are waiting for you the men. There were
to drop your guard, to mumblings in the crowd
leave yourself open for mostly over the whisky
that one-two, under-the- bribe.
belt punch. They want to
box you into a corner. “Let me hear it, gook
Men, Husky is here to killers!”
prove to them otherwise.
And the way we will show The “grunts’” minds
those gook bastards that reminisced to happier (?)
days at Fort Benning, “Give me ‘KILLS,’ gook
Georgia and their killers!!!”
instructors’ commands to
scream out a vociferous “Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill,
chain of crescendoing kill, kill, kill, kill.”
“KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL,
KILL, KILL, KILL, KILL, They came in increased
KILL, KILL!” Their pitch and quality. Not
response to Husky’s Fort Benning perfect, but
request was made with loud enough to satisfy
fizzling “kills,” and Husky Husky.
had to encourage them
with his own sparked, Husky turned, muttered
enthusiastic “kill.” something to his
executive officer who had
“KKKKKKKKKKKKKKIIIIIIIIIII returned to hear the
IIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII remonstrance, and then
IIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL they both walked back to
LLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL Husky’s C&C ship where
LLLLLLLLLL!!!” he the Spreader of the Word
screeched out suddenly met California Dreamer
at the top of his lungs and told him he was
waking up the most being sent to the
sullen grunt from his division’s psychiatric unit
cosmic reveries. for observation.
T
here was no way in Beach, drove through
August, 1968 orange groves spread out
—“separated” from for miles, stopped to
the stupid United States bathe in waters along the
Army—that I was going to long, eastern coast of
Florida, and sucked up clocking immediately
every minute I could the brought me back to
beautiful Florida sunshine another time. But even
not missing once the these quirks melted away
dirty, slushy-after-a- in my mind and
snowfall New York accumulated themselves
streets. I was in a state with the millions of
of joy. Vietnam was over others as memories of
for me, and I had the Past. I was just too
returned without a happy to be home safe
scratch and certainly and sound and I was not
more convinced than going to bother myself
ever that this life of mine with nightmares and
was to be made by me, memories which would
and if I followed in the spoil the good time I was
ways of some of the jerks having and was still to
I had met in the United have more of.
States Army, I was sure
to be doomed to a life of I was driving a taxi for
conformity and twelve hours a day for
mediocrity. ten days in a row, with no
more unemployment
The beautiful southeast insurance, no newspaper
Florida did other things job, no public relations
for me I had not enjoyed job, and with not an iota
for one whole year while of hope lost when I
serving the whims of the received a letter offering
soldier-politicians in me $8000 a year as a
Vietnam. A bath in a social worker in the
clean bathtub was a northwest section of Fort
ravishment I had dreamt Lauderdale with the State
about for three hundred of Florida’s Division of
and sixty six days. A box Family Services. I
of cigars—in the freezer grabbed it. Lower back
of my kitchen—was at my pain. Accepting, I did not
beck and call. I had realize that I was again to
clean, fresh food to eat fall into another cesspool
once again and did not of Northamerican greed
have to open cans to get and corruption, and it
at it. In Hollywood Hills, I even did not dawn on me
didn’t have to dig a that this job would push
foxhole every night. In me finally to getting up
Fort Lauderdale, I didn’t the courage to leave the
have to ride in United States for good
helicopters which might and fly eventually to
be shot down. In Miami, Caracas, Venezuela on 31
I didn’t have to fall to the December 1976—never
ground with a twenty-five to ever return to the
pound rucksack on my United States again.
back when a rifle cracked
in the open. For a while In February, 1971
car back-fires and small Newsweek magazine
explosions shook me featured a cover story:
back to Vietnam, and my “Welfare: There Must be
nervous system, still not a Better Way,” and in it
“ironed out,” played insights were evidenced
tricks on me. Also, if a corroborating the notion
Huey helicopter flew that welfarism was a
overhead, its clock- failing United States’
system once thought to going? I only thought of
be adept at meeting the what Sergeant Gibbs
needs of the nation’s would have told me!
impoverished peoples.
In 1971, the Division of
In 1971, 13.5 million Family Services was an
people were on welfare in organization—and I have
the United States, and no reason to believe that
their cost, borne by the it has progressed so very
United States’ taxpayer, much further as of today
was set at roughly $15 —diseased with a
billion. Large cities bureaucratic malaise that
comprised, at that time, aggravated itself through
the greatest number of the office misdeeds of
increases to the welfare inept, narrow-minded
rolls. And New York and routinists. Their fear of
California harbored one- managerial types made
fifth of the nation’s them perfect lackeys
welfare recipients. capable of rendering
homage to the whims of
That same month politically-minded state
another magazine, U .S. middle management
News and World Report, factoti.
made this revelation:
“Government spending The “fiscal
on the welfare state in conservatism,” spieled
America has finally out to journalists as a
reached a point where it way of telling taxpaying
is threatening to readers that real efforts
bankrupt the States and were being made to
cities, and drain the reduce welfare costs, was
United States Treasury really a false issue to
with chronic federal keep us from doing our
deficits for as far ahead jobs. We were not given
as the budget planners the means to go about
can see.” Welfare was helping the poor
then out of control; and, Afronorthamericans in
no relief was in sight. Florida and the northwest
section of Fort
I had been plopped into Lauderdale, and the
this milieu of “budget reason was that the
stress” and “waste” and racist State of Florida
served with the Division wanted to keep
of Family Services for two Afronorthamericans
years. With all the talk of clogged in their ghettos
inefficiency, efficiency, far away from white folk
high budgets, low and white jobs. And
budgets, and injustice, twenty five years later,
justice, one thing these poor souls are still
remained evident in my light years away from
mind: whatever amount being integrated into the
of money was being “what’s best for whites”
allocated to my mostly way of Floridian life.
Afronorthamerican
“clients”—as we were The laws for racial
told to refer to them— equality which exist in
very little of that funding Florida, and which often
was being received by have to be implemented
them. Where was it unwillingly, cosmetically
by federal officials, are of dropouts; where the
laws that have not much average formal schooling
bite to them. This is so is four to six years less
because the majority of than for the city as a
Floridians see living with whole. Sixty-percent of
Afronorthamericans as a the children in Watts in
sanction instead of a 1965 lived with only one,
choice—a choice they or neither, of their
would still not want to parents.”
make. The hatred for
Afronorthamericans is so In many ways, these
intense, so permeated statistics are worse in
throughout the State of 1994. Many of us, who in
Florida, it is difficult to 1970 knew about this,
see how progress might tried to help—with little
be made to relieve the success. My friends and I
burden of the suffering at the Division of Family
that this conflict has Services had our hands
harnessed upon both tied, and we did the best
white and we could to bring about
Afronorthamerican changes. All of us knew
citizens. that the State of Florida
was an accomplice to the
And that despotism, in crime of keeping
1970, was best summed Afronorthamericans in
up by Ramsey Clark in his “their place,” and they
book Crime in America: did only what they had to
“In every major city in do (little) to help those
the United States you will poor people pick
find that two-thirds of the themselves up by the
arrests take place among bootstraps and assist
only about two-percent of them in their search for a
the population. Where is more dignified life free
that area in every city? from the encumbrance
Well, it’s in the same that keeps them in a
place where infant state of despair and
mortality is four times economic impotence.
higher than in the city as
a whole; where the death The general unlawful
rate is 25-percent higher; activity, the social
where life expectancy is crimes, of the State of
ten years shorter; where Florida’s Division of
common communicable Family Services is a
diseases with the disgrace not only for the
potential of physical and State of Florida, but also
mental damage are six for the entire nation
and eight and ten times which abets the
more frequent; where lackadaisicalness of the
alcoholism and drug Division of Family
addiction are prevalent to Services as it skirts the
a degree far transcending issues of bringing a just
that of the rest of the and progressive form of
city; where education is aid to those individuals
poorest—the oldest who are in need of it.
school buildings, the New priorities need to be
most crowded and set; new approaches
turbulent school rooms, sought after. But when?
the fewest certified But how? Little has been
teachers, the highest rate done since the 1970s and
little is going to be done
in the 1990s.
W
ith two years in
Leave
the Army and
two years in the
Division of Family
Services on my
curriculum vitae, I never
thought to return to New
it!
York with my tail between
my legs, but I did think
that my decision to leave
the United States for * * *
once and for all was all
the more an imperative
for me. Obviously we
were incompatible!
Love it
severe economic and
social regimentation, and
the forcible suppression
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