That the land of my birth is now a killing field where death’s ambassadors clad in colors of light scavenge every night for the remains of democracy, law and order, truth and justice,
because of the BJP, the Modi dictatorship, the RSS, and Hindutva zombies.
That all over this beautiful suffering world, the miasma of evil is spreading in the form of leadership that seems to be from an empire of evil. That Palpatine in The Rise of Skywalker has NOTHING, absolutely nothing, on what Modi, Trump and his ilk are doing to our beautiful world and its people.
That India has a new law that “amends” citizenship unconstitutionally to exclude, target and eliminate Muslims. That America builds a wall against the hands and muscles that have built it, always, without exception, for five hundred years now.
No, it wasn’t the Pilgrim Fathers, guess again.
That women are burned and impaled in India for presuming the right to exist.
This is all very bad news.
I end with an anonymous poet’s marvelous song against injustice that you should hear even if you don’t understand Hindi/Urdu. Friends, give him your ears….
Friends, too bad I don’t even have a jacket cover yet, but please read and share, if you can, my novel #Love’s #Garden when it is published in #September 2020. I’ll be reminding you again, of course, but in the times we are living, loves are sometimes, for some, violent as war. And when it comes to world politics, the two realities — #love and #war — are being pitted against with terrific violence.
It’s sort of trendy to write about violence these days. #Yeats’ poem ‘A Terrible Beauty’ is serving as a low-paid rental for some pretty unremarkable views out there. But trendy or not, we humans are trailed by violence, our spirits colored by it, and yet we manage, we remember to love. As my novel shows, love can build gardens on graveyards of #history.
Can #Trump’s foolish tweets about #Saudi Arabia and #Iran after the recent attack on the Saudi refinery wither the chances of bloom and harvest in our loved gardens? Of course, but reading about past eras — the first and second world wars and worldwide independence movements — will recall all the ways in which those who came before us managed to survive wars without and within, making new gardens of love.