Day 24: Jay Street Communion

Thursday, February 14, 2019

Happy Saint Valentine’s Day!

I have a date with Elektra tonight . . . Richard Strauss’s Elektra, that is. This is the first performance of a new English-language translation by Abigail Dyer, who will also be performing the role of Elektra. As modern to my ears as this opera is, I try to imagine what people thought of it when it was first performed in 1909. I know there was a firestorm of criticism directed against Strauss’s dissonance and extreme chromaticism, as well as Hofmannsthal’s libretto inspired by Sophocles’ Electra.

If I had heard it in 1909, I’m sure I would have been harrumphing mightily, as my musical tastes fall firmly in the traditionalist camp. But Strauss’s score is sometimes intelligible, the plot is dreadfully gripping, and I’m looking forward to hearing this new translation.

Am wearing my blue MAGA hat today, on this my twenty-fourth continuous day of wearing the Hat.

Yesterday, while wearing my bright red MAGA hat, I had an intense experience while waiting at the Jay Street metro station in Brooklyn to catch the F train to Red Hook. A tall, well-dressed, good-looking guy (who happened to have a dark brown complexion) comes up to me and forthrightly asks, “May I shake your hand?” It always surprises me when strangers come up to me wanting to shake my hand. Of course, I gladly and gratefully shake his hand. He tells me I’m brave, but I shrug and say that I’ve been wearing MAGA hats for three weeks, so I’m sort of used to it by now. But I do tell him how much I appreciate his support.

He asks if I’ve had any unpleasant encounters, and I say just a couple of relatively minor ones. I explain that most of the negativity consists of rude stares and muttering, but many reactions have been highly complimentary.

Our conversation quickly starts pinballing around, touching on many different topics. He tells me that he didn’t pay much attention to politics until the 2016 presidential election (he appears to be in his twenties). Says he was originally for Bernie Sanders, but then became disillusioned by the way the media and the Democrats treated him in their lust to crown Hitlery (I’m paraphrasing here).

I mention that the reason I started wearing a MAGA hat was to show my support for the Covington boys and to resist the fascist totalitarianism of the Left; that suppressing free speech is their modus operandi and that I refuse to be cowed. He tells me he’s seen some terrible examples of Leftist repression, which piques my curiosity. “Like what?” I ask.

He tells me the story of someone he once saw on the subway, an innocent soul who was merely displaying a sign, trying to spread the truth about what really happened in Haiti after the earthquake of 2010, while Hillary Clinton was Secretary of State, and both Clintons grabbed power in Haiti and funneled much of the relief money into their Pay-For-Play Personal Slush Fund (oops, I mean the “Clinton Foundation”). The lone, brave bearer of the truth on the subway was immediately surrounded and excoriated by rabid left-wingers. Why? Because he dared to tell the truth.

Just one more example of the Left’s “tolerance” and “open-mindedness.”

During my amazing conversation with this incredibly insightful young man, this grownup (so unlike the immature, brainwashed, spoiled, twenty-something millennial brats one often encounters in New York), I’m kicking myself for not yet having found a good surveillance body cam. The conversation we’re having is almost supernatural and should have been recorded for all to see.

The guy tells me that he didn’t like Trump at first, because – he admits – he was brainwashed like everyone else in his crowd (I’m paraphrasing, but that’s the gist of what he said). He mentions that he doesn’t like everything Trump is doing now, to which I merely shrug to indicate that that’s ok; that intelligent people of goodwill can disagree without shouting at each other.

He also says that he doesn’t like many Republicans because they’re spineless. The example he gives is when left-wingers unjustly hurl the racist card at Republicans, many of whom then crumple into spineless jellyfish instead of calling the leftists out on their lies. I tell him that we are in complete agreement about that.

We talk about how the left-wing “progressives,” the Democrats, Antifa, and anti-Trumpers (I repeat myself) are always calling people like me racist and fascist in order to shut me up, when, in fact, they are the true fascists. I mention that the definition of the word fascism has several components, one of which is the forcible suppression of free speech. And it’s not the Republicans and Trump supporters who are storming around setting cars on fire, smashing windows, physically attacking people, screaming epithets at innocent passersby, telling lies, and creating hoaxes.

We get onto the topic of how the leftists pigeonhole people according to the color of their skin or gender or whatever. I point out that I could not care less about those superficial characteristics (and, by the way, neither does anyone I know, most of whom are Republicans). I mention that as far as I’m concerned there is only one race, the human race. Not so for the leftists and Democrats, who care only about superficial characteristics and nothing about the content of a person’s character.

He points out that people are social animals, that they feel safe in their little boxes, so when they’re accused of being racist or whatever, they’re afraid of being pushed out of their little boxes. It’s a tactic the Left uses to divide and conquer; to separate everyone into little categories (race, gender, etc.), and then to use intimidation and shaming to try keep them in their little boxes. For someone who never paid attention to politics until 2016, this guy’s insights are amazing.

I tell the guy that he should write a blog because he has a fascinating story to tell. I do, admittedly, have an ulterior motive in suggesting that he write a blog. My mission is to save my country from the destruction being caused by the Left. What he has been telling me undermines the hegemony of the Democrats / Leftists / “Progressives” over blacks and “people of color.” It undermines their power to keep blacks on the Democratic Plantation, to keep them enslaved by Big Government. It undermines the Democrats’ goal of keeping everyone on the Big Government Slave Plantation.

We covered a lot of territory very quickly, and there were times when I wanted to stop the conversation to seek some clarification, or to explore a point more deeply. When my train finally arrived, I decided to wait for the next one. The next train came and I reluctantly had to break away, but I gave him my card and we parted with a handshake.

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