Subject: An American Manifesto
From: Scottie Bowman (rbowman@indigo.ie)
Date: Mon Aug 06 2001 - 15:42:01 GMT
I want to reassure those readers who’ve been frightened
by Cecilia’s apocalyptic visions. She has always taken
a rather naughty pleasure in making our flesh crawl
& you mustn’t let it upset you. It only encourages her.
You can all go back to sleep.
There will, of course, be no more change in America
or Europe or wherever in the next fifty, a hundred
years or whenever - any more than there was change
at Animal Farm when the pigs took over from the humans.
The operators will continue to operate & you untermenschen
will continue to writhe ever hopeful in your dreams & ideals
- & as impotent as ever. Resign yourselves.
What Cec calls the structures of Power retain their shape
no matter how the tides may ebb & flow. When the Latinos
or Africans or Chinks or whoever succeed the Wasps, they will
send their children to Choate or Haavud & buy their houses
in Hyannisport & get their suits from Savile Row & marry into
the Devonshires - in precisely the same way as the descendents
of poor old Fitzgerald, the bloke just off the coffin ship
from Cork.
Believe me. All action is futile. All schemes are doomed.
The manifesto is pasted on the wall &, within the hour,
the print has started to run & the paper to shred in the rain.
Plus ca change ...
Scottie B.
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