The Hollow Man has started
hollowing out America in his
scary attempt to Make America
Great again, which can only
signal Ozzie and Harriet and
the blackface, white guys as
Amos and Andy and while that’s
a comedy treat hard to beat for
white people, it is a venomous
vanilla concoction for everyone else —
blacks, browns, yellows, reds,
gays and women who were
victims of back-alley butchers
and the invasion of the body
snatchers and came out look-
ing like the Stepford Wives
— every one of them having to
drink the poisonous potion of
subservience, subtraction, in-
visiblity, incarceration and
death. The whites were swing-
ing to the beat originated by
blacks while blacks were still
swinging from trees. Browns
were still said to have wet backs
and yellows were getting out
of the American version of a con-
centration camp euphemistically
termed internment, which made it
sound like a vacation and reds?
Well, take a joy ride through
the reservations out west and
you can see that the Indians
didn’t get the best on their
long, lonely death marches to
the worst geography reserved
exclusively for them and gays
couldn’t look up because they
were on the down low. And now,
the put-upon whites who trust-
ed the Hollow Man’s hollow
promises really have gotten the
shaft while Wall Street walks
off with the mine and have
been double-dooped by the
Hollow Man who has no in-
tention of making America great
again for them because he won’t
and he can’t and what’s more,
that America never was great for
them and it won’t be now even
though they think in poor, white,
hapless hope that they are just
one misfortune away from being
millionaires. Most of all
and certainly to be pitied,
prosperous white guys
who don’t have a clue and
who are just Hollow Men, too.
And finally the world —
earth, water, air —
all that we are
and we don’t even care.
If we destroy the world,
we destroy ourselves;
“The fate of the land
is the fate of man.”*
* from Song as Abridged Thesis of George Perkin Marsh’s Man and Nature
by Major Jackson