There is a story about a Native American elder who was asked how she had become so wise, so happy, and so respected. She answered: “In my heart, there are two wolves: a wolf of love and a wolf of hate. It all depends on which one I feed each day.”
Perhaps, but here, far away from the realms of the First People, there is a third wolf loose upon the land, a wolf of anger, of simmering rage and frustration.
A wolf whose rage, if treasured, nurtured, and kept burning – feeding its flames with injustice, cruelty, poverty, and all the other crimes against humanity committed by and in the name of this government – MUST prevail.
For if it does not, we are surely doomed, and this once great country will become the pariah of the western world, and the voices of the dispossessed will be loud in the land…
For a while.