Señor Tao (April 17, 1948 -)
Until last year I remembered the date January 6th only as my mother’s birthday. She would have be ninety-six years old today. Now this day has an added memory. January 06, 2021 is as etched into my mind as September 11, 2001 and November 22, 1963, the day JFK was killed. The image of the second plane hitting the second tower is a permanent one in my memory, as with JFK slumping over in the back seat of the Presidential Limo. I stopped reading the news for a week just to keep the incidences out of my immediate field of reference. The same as I did following January 6th.
I must remind myself I am a witness to the events of my lifetime. On January 06, 2021 I was very angry. I was not angry with the government of the United States, nor with the protesters directly. I was angry with the President of the United States, Donald Trump for encouraging the gathering of his constituents to engage in the behavior they did because he is not man enough to admit defeat. He was the primary instigator in a crime against the Congress and the United States which he swore to protect.
One man’s terrorist is another man’s freedom fighter.
In the history of the United States, the minute men and those who carried out the Boston Tea Party were seen as “criminals and scavengers” by the British while viewed as heroes by most Americans. Of course, the United States was a Divided Nation during that time as it is today.
Whether those who participated in the actions of January 06, 2021 are heroes (Trump’s words) or terrorist, only History will determine. All revolts are loosely defined in the beginning. Maybe January 06, 2021 was the beginning. I know only from the political direction the United States is heading, it is not the end.
Happy Birthday Mom. I love you. Thanks for bringing me into this life.