What we build

1958 Bruce Davidson

Jfk was keenly curious and aware. He traveled Europe and observed politics on the ground. He didn’t have to use historians, he saw first hand the propaganda machine.

He understood the importance of image.

Being a war hero, and ill himself, always in poor health. He somehow presented a positive energy and outlook that was contagious.

He was the blue print for a new brand and structure of politics.

His ideas were shaped from experience.

He was understanding, because he knew people consumed what they heard and saw. He understood the importance of democracy, that it had to work. It was the last best stand on earth.

I can’t help but wonder sometimes, how odd that we recall the death over the life. The women over the veteran,

Deeply curious about political history

He wanted to understand.

I want to understand

If this is the last best stand on earth …

What am I living for ?

What am I leaving ?

Most people want so desperately to be told what to do

And they don’t even know it

Not even when you tell them what to buy

They don’t know what they want

Or that they need something

Until we sell it to them

They don’t know who to vote for

Until it’s sold to them

What they believe

Until it’s sold to them

Ads

And images

Propaganda

It’s what we consume every day

I unplugged

This site is my only social media right now

Until after the new year

My head is in a fog

I never read

I want to write more

And really create

But I’m angry

I’m confused

I feel like we have more in common than we have differences

But now

We are constantly pitted against ourselves and against eachother

JFK understood things needed to change

We didn’t need a hand out

We needed a hand up

So we could get ahead

And so we could give back

We had a responsibility

But I wonder if we even know what that responsibility is

I ask myself if we even remember what a dream is ?

Or are we so deep in the mud

That we are fighting only ourselves now ….

I want to believe in a tomorrow

I want to believe in us

Because of us

We determine our future

And we can decide today

What we are building

Can endure

Tradition

Requires repetition

We have to start somewhere

Why not here?

Why not now?

Why not us?

Bleeding Ink 1227

“Let us not despair but act. Let us not seek to fix the blame for the past – let us accept our own responsibility for the future.”

JFK, February 18, 1958

It has been said, that after JFK’s assassination, His brother Bobby was so grief stricken, he took to wearing JFK’s presidential jacket. Often disappearing from the crowded house for long walks around the property alone…coming back smiling…

but the light had gone out…

How do you write what’s never been written before?

what do you say?

I wonder what the world would be like today, if those shots had never been fired?

Maybe these two brothers saw a world no one else wanted to see…

After Bobby was shot

The first thing he said was

“Is everyone ok? Is everyone ok?”

How do we get back to that?

JFK, was wracked with illness and not only war scars but pain every day.

But most of the time no one would have even known.

It’s been said that had he lived, he would have most likely been victim to his illness anyhow.

The world turns and the shadows fall closer to the property lines and the boundaries we’ve made…

The voices echo in the background like static from the past…

Only now, today, we don’t have static, do we? We have streaming,

But the ghosts remains

Like a blood stained flag

In the background

Whether our eyes can comprehend it or not.

What was it like?

Those mornings…

Striving to the future. A better future for everyone.

We like to believe we won’t be touched by the darkness.

But the darkness remains…

Oh that we would remain

With courage and kindness

With the ability to reach out a hand

And take those steps forward

Seeking to leave

A better future

A better tomorrow

For our children…

How do you write what’s never been written?

I imagine you probably can’t

It’s a grief that can’t be written

Those shots fired

The days following

And turning into months

Years

But the ghosts remain

In the background

But so does the courage

And the vision

The kindness

And the ability to dream dreams.

I know we are not perfect and mistakes are always made…

But there is still a room for goodness and even with our faults, we can always reflect the best of ourselves

Our communities and our country.

-Ethan Bethune

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