Standin’ at the Crossroads
by
Tom Chartier
by Tom Chartier
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I went
down to the Crossroads,
And
I fell down on my knees.
I asked the Lord have mercy,
Save ol’ Bob if you please.
~ Robert
Johnson
The
legendary father of the blues, Robert
Johnson, wrote those immortal lyrics roughly 80 years ago. Mr.
Johnson spoke of the stresses of decision between two distinct paths
where the choice whether to do good or evil may not be so easy.
How does one muster the strength to follow the path to righteousness
when the deceptions of the Devil himself lure us to go another way?
Five years
ago America suddenly and brutally found itself at a major intersection
of its history. September 11, 2001 was America’s crossroads. At
that emotionally charged moment, Americans chose the path of revenge.
They chose hastily, ignoring warnings from those still possessed
of rational thought. Since that moment, America has been charging
unchecked and blind toward self-destruction.
Today, Americans
are paying for that choice. After five years of Bush’s "War
on Terror," America is no safer. And it is our own government
we are not safe from.
We’ve become
so frightened
and paranoid we’re afraid of our own shadows. War by war, atrocity
by atrocity, Americans are isolating themselves from the world community.
The blurred
and bitter debate whether to stay the course has divided the nation.
Many view the choice in terms of simple Left or Right. Believing
that nothing can be done, others are resigned and see the path of
darkness already chosen.
However, nothing
is ever that simple in life. Robert Johnson knew this. Life’s coils
had led him down the wrong path many times over. At great expense,
he gained the wisdom to know this and yet never freed himself from
the seductive path of sinfulness.
Early
in the mornin’
When you came knockin’ on my door
I said, hello there Satan
I believe it’s time for me to go.
Who is America’s
Satan? Who seduced us? Is it Osama bin Laden or George W. Bush?
Is it Richard Cheney, Donald Rumsfeld or the collective minds of
the Project for the New American Century? Is it Karl Rove? Is it
the state of Israel? Is it Al-Qaeda, Hamas, Hezbollah? Is it Iran?
Is it the 1.8 billion Muslims living in the world? Or as Al-Qaeda
might declare, is America’s Satan, America itself? Is it the decades
of a manipulative, self-serving US foreign policy in the Middle
East? Is it the Communist Threat or the Yellow Horde? Is it the
ghosts in the closets of Congress and the White House? Or is it
all of the above combined? Maybe the Devil reposes in our unique
American belief not only that we are able to change and control
the world, but also that we have the God-given right to do so.
There is one
thing for sure. If we stay on the revengeful path that we have chosen,
a precipice awaits. It is one marked by battlefield
humiliation and economic disaster,
both paid for with the needless "collateral" slaughter
of thousands of civilians
alongside the deaths of our
own young men and women of the armed forces. All of that blood
and treasure have been sacrificed in a quest for payback and power.
As George W. Bush said on September 11, 2001, "somebody’s
going to pay for this." Can we afford the bill?
We chose a
path of revenge marked by abandonment of all the ideals on which
the United States of America was founded. Cast aside by the power-crazed
are the freedoms for which George Washington led ragged armies to
victory over the British at Yorktown
in 1781.
Thrown to
oblivion are the reasoned
debates of Hamilton, Madison, Jefferson and Jay, the wisdom
and wit of Benjamin Franklin, the sagacity
of our first President.
It is a dangerous
road into darkness we are traveling. We have been too trusting,
too arrogant and too lazy. We have allowed ourselves to be hoodwinked.
However, soon,
in November, we will come face to face with another crossroads.
There will be an opportunity to turn from this evil path leading
to disaster. For many, the choice will be hard to make. It is always
difficult to admit an error.
The madness
sequestered within Washington D.C. must be arrested and the perpetrators
of our national shame must be held accountable.
If we fail
to turn back towards the path of righteousness, America will be
singing the blues, an’ it ain’t gonna be no fun baby.
At the age
of twenty-seven, Robert Johnson yielded to temptation for the last
time. He was poisoned by a jealous husband and died. The actual
whereabouts of his grave is unknown.
Standin’
at the crossroads baby,
risin’ sun goin’ down.
I believe to my soul now,
‘po Bob is sinkin’ down.
Elizabeth
Gyllensvard edited and contributed to this article.
September
14, 2006
Tom
Chartier [send him mail]
played lead guitar in legendary Los Angeles punk band The Rotters
for 26 years until their final appearance in January of 2004. He
has lived in Tokyo, Japan as well as Los Angeles working in the
entertainment industry. He is the primary caregiver of his eleven-year-old
son and currently resides on Grand Cayman Island in the Caribbean.
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