Tuesday, June 17, 2014

The world forgets or denies holocaust only to replace it with another one





Paradise Management tormented my mentally disabled mother with harassment to move out of her apartment in a region where I carried Anne Frank in my arms while shadows of burnt-out buildings and bullies fell over us.  It seemed clouds drifted from Europe after World War II and over The South Bronx of America. 

 

Here is an old saying renewed and redone: poverty leads to crime and Riker’s Island Prison across the East River. And then there are revolutions.

 

We had war games in abandonment not far from the military recruiting stations where some of us enlisted for adventure and see the world. We, The Children of The South Bronx of America were in our version of Apocalypse Now. We loved the smell of firecrackers and skyrockets in the summer mornings that rehearsed us for the 4th of July.

 

I discovered the true meaning of freedom when I jumped off a bridge and onto the back of a freight train heading into a red sun on the tracks like a wormhole to another reality.

 

Of course, I came back from ‘Krypton’ to fight the SS, short for Savage Skulls.

 

 They were a Puerto Rican gang with swastikas sewn onto the backs of cut-off denim jackets. Their Doberman Pinchers patrolled streets spotted like leopards in cages at The Bronx Zoo. Compare that to Puerto Ricans drafted in huge numbers to liberate Great Britain, France and on and on to fight Nazis that made Jews homeless in Holocaust.

 

This city of the world of illegal guns and roses is, in part, shades of Nazism.

 

I’m fed up with the narcissism of inhumanity. They produce pain and death.

 

Yet I see potential for a musical in all this like Les Miserables. I’ll write it.

 

After I give Paradise Management Hell From Above. It’s lawsuit time.

 

Poetic Justice is the first warning shot from my pen.

 

After the smoke clears, let’s make movie.

 

It’s more believable than real life.

 

To Sleep, Perchance To Pitch Nightmares To DreamWorks: Real Life Comic Book Cyber Journal Of The Better Angels Of Our Nature By Danny Aponte of P.S 161

 

Chapter One: It was a dark and stormy knight of Jedi journalism

 




 

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