Leader of the Free World
Historical Satire of Israel's Founding
Mr. President it has appeared that Israel became a State out of the ashes of the World War 2. All other nations are hesitated to recognize it. We have read that other nations fear that their country will be at the edge of a war. If you recognize it then you will risk national security, if you recognize them then you may start a war. We cannot tell you what to think or how to go about with the new nation of Israel. Truman said, I would have to do some careful thought and prayerfully think about this decision. Though the people have been through so much. We cannot continue the history of abuses and hatred. We cannot prolong their freedom and justice. We cannot overlook their right to be protected. I am leaning toward them because this may prevent another genocide. This may prevent another injustice. Our founders believed in the Word. And I will carefully use faith and diplomacy to guide me along this unknown path. Freedom should be universal. Justice should be without restraint. We must, we have to end this cycle of bigotry. I have seen much. I heard much. It was the hatred of these people that led to this massive war. It boggles my mind to step aside. So the President took his normal walks and talk to his advisors. He walked unafraid and with dignity. He walked with sincerity at heart. And he held his decision in disregard of his advisors and in keeping a steady hand for the people. It was rumored that the President would pray daily before his meals and he would read the paper. He would do this normally without disturbance. But something was different about this day, he read the paper and he skip breakfast calling his advisors on conference. Truman said, I see the people of Israel have spoken. They truly are a nation. They truly seek independence from persecution and strife. I am standing on their side. I will tolerate no more agony, pain, and strife. I have decided to recognized Israel bring in the Prime Minister into my office immediately. The President's advisors were quiet and ended the call. It took weeks and weeks of preparing but the time finally arrived. The Secret Service met the Israel's Prime Minister at the airport and drove them straight to the White House after lodging at the Ambassador Hotel. Truman waited peacefully at the White House's corridor and the Associated Press was there. Truman shook hands with the Prime Minister and ushered them in. Truman talked to the Israel Prime Minister. Madam Prime Minister of Israel be assured I welcome your country. It has been long expected. Israel deserved to be a nation and America will recognized its sovereignty. The Prime Minister, my nation seeks only peace. We are tired of persecution and we are tired of strife. Our hope is to be a protectorate for Israeli people. Our founders seek justice and restoring of the promise. I assured you Mr. President. We mean no war. Truman said, The American people will deliver. We want a just world. We want equality and freedom. Here's my office. And the Press followed in the room yelling for the President. Truman said while sitting in the Oval chair, I have with me the Prime Minister of Israel, they have assured me that they come in peace and seek justice as America. I give Israel my right hand of fellowship and welcome them to the table of peace. Welcome Israel. And Truman shook the Israel Prime Minister's hand and signed the Proclamation declaring Israel a friend of America.
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Matthew Primous
I am a Black Scholar, International Scholar, & Google Scholar, & 3-Time Eber & Wein Best Poet., Nominee for Poet of the Year, 2020 Black Author Matters Winner, 2 time Akademia Excellence Essayists,& 2022 Honorary Muckrack Journalist.
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The Unlikely Friendship
I can't believe Papa. He would betrayed them like that. You see ever since I was young I knew them. I would play right here under the Oak Tree. Job was always my friend. He would pick me up and carry me along the field. We would play hide and seek. We would sing together. When I was sick, he would tell me stories. He was the best friend I known. He loved me and I loved him. He was like a close friend. I would take my supper under the Oak Tree and share it with him. Although I told Papa that I wanted fresh air and that I was sick of the big house. Job's family were kind and gentle. They were good people I tell you. Good people that never did anything wrong. I could trust them for everything. They were my childhood. Papa would always be about his businesses while mother was running the house. They had no time for me. Job always had time for me. Sometimes I would ask if he could read me stories. But now Papa is trying to take him away from me. He's trying to divide this home. Sometimes I think he hates the love I had for Job and his family. I tried everything. I tried arguing with him in front of mother, in front of church, and in front of his friends but he just doesn't get it. I gotta to do something. I gotta fight for them. I gotta to change this. But how am I gonna fight with Papa? Sometimes I just break down. Sometimes I just want my own freedom. Life seems complicated. And life seems confusing. My only hope is to talk to mother. She might understand me. She knows what it is like to deal with Papa. She knows the kind of man he is. Maybe she can make peace between us. And stop this horrible thing from happening. Mother, why does father have to make things complicated? He has the power to save Job. He has the power to free them. Why must his family be in chains? And mother said, Papa has his hands tied. He has no choice. He has to do what must be done otherwise we will lose everything. I'm sorry Zax. And that's when I realize it is up to me. I am alone. Within days, my friend will be gone. I will lose everything. I will lose comfort. After searching endlessly and traveling a little ways, I stood throwing rocks by the river banks and seeing two strangers talk. I came a little closer. And they talk distinctly. I moved a little closer. And I heard about the Underground Railroad. The strange men who did not look around here. They had a map and they were intensely talking. I stumble and they heard me. My leg got caught. And they begin to come toward me. I was screaming in pain and fear. They said Boy what is your name? And where are you from? I cried Zax from New Acres. My family own the field nearby. They said Did you hear everything we said? Are you interested or do we have to silence you? I said, If you could help my friend Job and his family. They've been with us since I was born. My parents want to sell them for finance. And how could they do this when they have done nothing wrong? Could you could you do something? Please. They said as they lift me up and remove the rock on my leg. Have them meet me here by the river banks tomorrow. So the next day, a few days before the auction, I requested a feast to celebrate good times with my parents knowing when my parents ate their meal that they will immediately rest and with wine they would be sleep for many hours. After being reassured about them, I told everyone else that I have to meet someone and required protection. I started walking toward the way and sneakily found the back door to the cabin of Job's family and call softly for Job. And Job came uncertainly, I told him to come with me quick with his family and not to argue. He complied and we walk the secret path to the river banks. It was very oddly quiet and after sometime we thought there were not coming. They finally came and the strangers met Job and his family. Although Job was scared, I reassured him that my parents did not know. Job gave me a huge hug and shook my hand while his family jump on the boat. The strangers told me to come for my safety. Until Job asked and I could not resist afterall I was twenty something and I did not have a home without Job. I was his protector as he protected me from Papa's neglectance and mother's void. As soon as we got to the other side, we saw lights from fire and a band of bounty hunters were we first started and knew of the long journey to freedom.
By Matthew Primousabout a year ago in Journal
Clinging to Childhood
The playground is empty, as it should be past sundown. There is a warm breeze, and I can see everything despite the late hour. What time is it, anyway? It could very well be past midnight. I can never keep track of time, especially in the summer. A prickly piece of popcorn hides like a stowaway in the left cup of my padded training bra. I stuffed the tissue in last minute— a decision I’m beginning to regret, based on the events that are unfolding rapidly before me. To my left, laying non-chalantly on his back, is my date for the evening. He is two years older, could probably grow facial hair if he wanted to, and drives a secondhand Honda. He may as well be a Man. I, on the other hand, feel like a fraud with my too-short short-shorts, sparkly lip gloss, and makeshift push-up bra. I keep my arms pinned to my sides as I feel the dreaded circles of sweat beginning to manifest on my brand new Abercrombie top. I cup my elbows with my hands and stare down at my hint of cleavage, praying that the tissue doesn’t pop out like a white flag surrendouring my lack of womanhood.
By Marti Maley6 days ago in Fiction
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