No Pardon for the Interruption ©

It is abundantly clear as I sit watching the sun stream in by my writing chair in our living room, that what we have just seen is a major interruption. My thoughts lead to questions: is it apparent who or what has brought about this very radical change of focus? I surmise it is and; therefore, I’m interested in examining this premise with more clarity and depth.

At this moment, however, I am thinking back to November 22, 1963. My generation is able to pinpoint the exact time, the exact place, and what they were involved in at the exact minute they heard that President Kennedy was assassinated. A very pivotal day in our collective history. The world took a gasp and all focus was placed on the details, or lack thereof, surrounding this shattering news.

Certainly this was news worthy of our attention. The world had lost the young and handsome charismatic leader of the free world at a time of much needed and invested hope for the future. It is important to note that the first television generation did what came naturally; it dove into the tube. Glued, one should say. And why not? We yearned for any tidbit of information in order to feel some sense of reality, security and less confusion. The drama and events surrounding this headliner ,including a killer’s assassination, played on for days and morphed into weeks. We still didn’t feel right with the world. And, we definitely did not know what would come down the pike. Had we known what was in store for the rest of the decade, we would have wanted to pay closer attention.

However, it wasn’t just John Fitzgerald Kennedy, our 35th president who passed away on that dark Friday, November 22 in 1963. Our generation’s arguably best literary influence, Clive Staples Lewis, better known as C.S. Lewis, died on that day an ocean away. His impact in the field of literature and Christianity, in particular, had, up to that time, been felt in every part of the world And, yet, he died with barely a mention. Or, at least, any mention in the various media outlets of the day was eclipsed by the enormity of the spectacle brought on by the barrage of bullets of a high powered weapon.

But for the fact of the intentional bullets of Kennedy’s assailant, the analysis of C.S. Lewis and the bulk of his work would have been on full display on a daily media rationing. His influence would have been far-reaching and internalized by a mourning international public. The decade of the sixties would have been blessed with knowing a rare sage of immeasurable proportions who offered up to us a full plate of wisdom for the ages packed with joy, drama, faith, fortitude, and truth. He had the gift to teach us all. Sadly, the chance to learn was interrupted. Oh, but for the tragic turn of events.

This month was a month of interruptions, as well. The women of Iran had escalated a phenomenal, influential moment on the timeline of history, such as had never before been seen in Middle Eastern regimes. Regimes that still stone women, still abhor women, and still ignore women their basic dignity. It was June in this climate in Iran. The “lipstick revolution”, it can accurately be called. The “lipstick revolution” twittered and tweeted gaining momentum as the world watch and began to tweet along. People gathered and gained hope. Iranian men were encouraged by their ‘shariahed’ voiceless females. And they were mostly young, mostly enthusiastic, mostly courageous. The regime’s paid and mighty force that went unidentified in the crowds were on the brink of joining the side of justice. It was happening. Then, it was interrupted.

On the exact day the world held its breath optimistically twittering away, a force called MJ interrupted. The world changed direction. The world quit the fight with the Velvet “lipstick” Revolution”. They dropped their imaginary stones and they ran as far away as they could and as fast as they could. Over to the side of MJ.

The world did not witness the home invasions. The world did not watch the torture. And the world was not there to record the executions as they took place on the very day they put MJ to rest. Iran saw them as they stood alone. Wondering. Why did the world leave them over an entertainer.

I think if we thought about it, we would know. Faith fights a mighty fight.

Submitted by D. Raborn
From the book Praise God I’m a Woman© dfr 12 July 2009

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