• Andre Lamartin

A Death Unredeemed

Souls have no color, so Brothers unite! Differences seen are blinded by light. Centuries of chains still bind men of might, codified in genes defying the passage of time. When discrimination is the inheritance passed from father to son, the law remains blind to the harm it has done. There can be no democracy until all voices are heard; social justice once promised must not be deferred. When no sanctuary is found within the sanctity of a church, religion becomes a crime for those oppressed still from birth. A just world is unborn by electing a minority as President; justice arrives only when so doing is irrelevant. Crime still remains the profession of choice, or an imposition of fate, depending on the color of your voice. Serving time in prison, imprisoned outside by time, when will a free citizen have arisen, unblemished by the original crime? So much has changed, but so much remains the same, the worst form of injustice is silenced pain. To feel like a stranger in your own homeland is to live ostracized, and from your native land banned. Unable to walk in certain places at certain times, for fear of being labelled a criminal in flight, for fear of being read your short list of rights. I care for my brother for I care for myself, his oppression today can be mine as well. Slavery is traced to a spec of DNA, determining the color of one's skin; future genetic discrimination will on its entirety be based, so the House always wins. Differences unseen will tomorrow be created, through the manipulation of genes for prices always inflated, only for those who have the means, living by rules never democratically debated. As longevity is increased for those who can afford it, the poor will be forced to submit to the same old social order, where meaningful change is dismissed as social disorder, where justice only exists for the same sons and daughters. When social inequality is codified into our genes, meritocratic ascendancy lives on as a lie, an undemocratic society remains forever unclean, if genetic social stratification never dies. As financial capital is concentrated and infused into our genes, petrified elites never grow old, social inequalities never so extreme, will find in genetic segregation the usual stronghold. If this future dystopia now seems implausible at best, remember that the genocide of ethnic groups remains a modern historical stain, as genetic hatred was never laid to rest, the universal concept of human rights has yet to reign. By destroying the significance of the soul, what remains of the human being can be devoured whole. Unbridled science would be our death foretold, if the very best of the human being could be bought and sold. Though the truth bears a heavy load, what is morally right one should always uphold: the Spirit is the great universal equalizer, of all sages the very best adviser. But long has been the torturous road leading to a dreamland we have yet to behold, where souls have no genetic code, where freedom can never be sold. The struggle for human rights still has a long way to go, as the marches of the past have not reached their destination, but scientific development should never be allowed to slow, the creation of truly United Nations. An indomitable man once spoke of a dream, his vision remains, his death unredeemed.