{"id":2974,"date":"2025-07-10T02:41:06","date_gmt":"2025-07-10T06:41:06","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/vr-news.net\/2025\/07\/all-you-fascists-bound-to-lose\/"},"modified":"2025-07-10T02:41:06","modified_gmt":"2025-07-10T06:41:06","slug":"all-you-fascists-bound-to-lose","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/vr-news.net\/?p=2974","title":{"rendered":"All You Fascists Bound To Lose"},"content":{"rendered":"
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We staggered through the darkest ever ostensible celebration of American independence mournfully grappling with what Rev. William Barber calls the “all-out attack on who we even claim we are trying to be.” A tireless pillar of righteous rage, he takes a long, moral view and a tough, simple stand on fighting for our rights and moving forward from catastrophe: “All of us have to find our way together now.” Hopefully, we’d add, with brass bands accompanying us.<\/p>\n

The good Rev. Barber, of course, comes <\/a> <\/a>to the fight against fascism armed with far more moral clarity and fortitude than most of the rest of us. His battle, both “a moral rebellion against Trump\u2019s America” and against a deeper, longtime “architecture of inequality” since Frederick Douglas asked, “What to the slave is the 4th of July?” confronts <\/a>a politics wed to nationalism, capitalism, exploitation and, in an especially “unholy relationship,” religion, even as masked goons disappear <\/a>our neighbors.<\/p>\n

For the rest of us, Barber’s resolve to bear witness, to build “a memory that resists the lie,” takes many other, often mundane forms. We blunder forward as best we can. We seek strength and solace in small joys – friends, dogs, gardens, nature and solidarity – increasingly, at protests<\/a> around the country, with music, often tubas. Kurt Vonnegut, always wise, was on it: “If I should ever die, God forbid, let this be my epitaph: \u2018The only proof he needed for the existence of God was music.'” <\/p>\n

In St. Louis, the Funky Butt Band sang <\/a>This Land Is Your Land<\/em>. In Auburn CA, people sang <\/a>Les Miserables<\/em>‘ soaring Do You Hear the People Sing? <\/em>In New York, <\/a>the Street Beat<\/a> Brass Band<\/em> play; in Minneapolis, since George Floyd’s murder, it’s Brass Solidarity <\/a>with This Little Light<\/a> of Mine<\/em> and I Wish I Knew How It Feels To Be Free. <\/em>In Atlanta on No Kings Day, exuberant tubas drowned<\/a> out the Proud Boys with<\/em> Bella Ciao, <\/a><\/em>a 19th-century Italian folk song turned anthem of freedom and resistance.<\/p>\n

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