The fugitive from a chain gang turned to Huckleberry Finn as Mark Twain’s creation turned aside his navigating finesse,raising his oar to the raft. “What is it, Jim?”
II
“I don’t want to sound fortissimo, Huck. These are extraordinary times. Can you see through the Ebola virus in the geography of my African origin . Liberia, Sierra Leone, Nigeria. The epidemic’s variation scores a hopeless desperation of a Iraqireligious sect cut off from any support from the cosmopolitanand civilized word while, they gather bodies and souls, being sacrificed to the merciless bullying aggressiveness of a splinter group of Arabs.
“On a scale not seen since Hitler massacred 6 million in the Holocaust. Fleeing for salvation, these Iraqi hordes sought refuge on a mountain top, the belligerent tribesmen… machetesand machine guns blasting away, Huck.
The syncopation transcends the United Nations. A n insane deadening virus ….uncontrollable. And we folks on our rat floating down the Mississippi, our own live s on a different wave length. Our hands tied behind our backs as evil wipes outeradicates innocence atop a mountain top in Iraq.”
III
Huck took a deep breath, inhaling the embola virus was going right to the survival of the species on another Continent. He broke the River’s current, the oar slipping those muddied currents. “Aunt Polly would know what course of action to take, Jim,” he said, wistfully, his neurons clashing with the TomSawyer’s personality and consciousness, he turned his back on.
To liberate Jim, the fugitive from a chain gang.
“We can go the Moon, scale the craters. “One small step for man . A giant leap for mankind.”.
V
“To think how a nation of immigrant descendants can go so far into Cyber space and the digital configuration. But an entire race of our own passage to India is at the crossroads of ahardened merciless aggressor. To obliterate their victims, theestablishment waving their pon pons, watching from their privileged on line indifference to a blood shedding catastrophe, minutes away from another9/11 ambush.
“What can we do?” choked Huck. “I’m only Tom Sawyer’s alterego. A selfish role player from Aunt Polly’s ménage. Can’t’ get out of myself, Jim.”
August 10, 2014 The City that never sleeps.
