The Dallas Conferences 2013

[Marlene Zenker]

It would do my heart good to hear a crowd of 300,000 stormed the Plaza and let the powers that be know what they thought about their little Dealey Plaza members only party.

For those of you who don't know, I'm in very involuntary exile in Europe. What should happen, if there were any sanity and justice in Amerika - though I know there isn't, yet - would be 300,000,000 Americans descending on DP, to take their country BACK!.....but I know and we all know this won't happen...not this year...perhaps not ever...and I think, IMHO, we have only 10 or less years left to do so. Were it to happen, I'd return, as the evolution would have begun........

Hats off to J. Judge who got permission for COPA to be escorted by the DPD to DP at 14:30 for their moment of silence...but, really, there should be the entire country in DP at 12:30 for their 'moment' OF RAGE and OUTRAGE! Without any disrespect to J. Judge and others [who I respect greatly!], this really is a black-face shuffle, [not an upright walk of dignity to honor JFK's memory!] As MLK said, stand up straight, for if your back isn't bent, they can't ride it!

I am the ONLY individual ever to have been granted a parade permit for DP [on the 30th]. It was undermined by DeE. and others...but I went ahead. Marina, who was originally to speak in person, chickened-out, but gave me a very dynamic and important letter to read in her name. Penn Jones spoke at length -and it sadly was the last public speech he ever gave. Others spoke, even though I had been blacklisted by many prominent researchers [who cancelled at the last moment] - primarily due to DeE and others affiliated with him...for reasons unknown, but surely unjust. I paid for the permit and expensive sound system out of my own pocket. We walked the route of the motorcade and then approached the podium and sound system I paid for on the N. GK. Many persons unknown to the research community - ordinary citizens - spoke with passion. I read my 100 questions re: the JFK Assassination and let other speak. At the time I had had my bank accounts frozen and had very little money. The money in those accounts [very substantial] were never to be returned. Too long a story for here and for now. I spent the last of my fortune on that 30th parade permit and event. Then, soon after, I left America for Europe - although I have revisited a few times.

I'm in a state of permanent rage and outrage...it began about the time of Dallas and has only increased since; with 9-11 it went into hyperdrive.
I love my country!
Yet,
I fear and even loathe my [secret] 'government'!
[they killed the best we had at every level - and even at the metaphysical levels]...and they are not done yet! We either stop them; or they destroy us.
It really is THAT simple!

Let America be America Again

LANGSTON HUGHES 1938

Originally published in Esquire and in the International Worker Order pamphlet A New Song (1938)

Let America be America again. Let it be the dream it used to be. Let it be the pioneer on the plain Seeking a home where he himself is free.
(America never was America to me.)
Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed-- Let it be that great strong land of love Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme That any man be crushed by one above.
(It never was America to me.)
O, let my land be a land where Liberty Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath, But opportunity is real, and life is free, Equality is in the air we breathe.
(There's never been equality for me, Nor freedom in this "homeland of the free.")
Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark? And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?
I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart, I am the Negro bearing slavery's scars. I am the red man driven from the land, I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek-- And finding only the same old stupid plan Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.
I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one's own greed!
I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil. I am the worker sold to the machine. I am the Negro, servant to you all. I am the people, humble, hungry, mean-- Hungry yet today despite the dream. Beaten yet today--O, Pioneers! I am the man who never got ahead, The poorest worker bartered through the years.
Yet I'm the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned That's made America the land it has become. O, I'm the man who sailed those early seas In search of what I meant to be my home-- For I'm the one who left dark Ireland's shore, And Poland's plain, and England's grassy lea, And torn from Black Africa's strand I came To build a "homeland of the free."
The free?
Who said the free? Not me? Surely not me? The millions on relief today? The millions shot down when we strike? The millions who have nothing for our pay? For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung, The millions who have nothing for our pay-- Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let America be America again-- The land that never has been yet-- And yet must be--the land where every man is free. The land that's mine--the poor man's, Indian's, Negro's, ME-- Who made America, Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain, Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain, Must bring back our mighty dream again.
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose-- The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people's lives, We must take back our land again, America!
O, yes, I say it plain, America never was America to me, And yet I swear this oath-- America will be!
Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death, The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies, We, the people, must redeem The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers. The mountains and the endless plain-- All, all the stretch of these great green states-- And make America again!

Thank you Peter. So beautiful, so sad, so true.