The March of Socialism | Reflections on President’s Day

  by Deborah Baber Savalla

The word march is: 1) a calendar-month name; 2) a verb to “walk in a military manner with a regular, measured tread ;  and 3) a noun “an act or instance of marching” such as trek, tramp, or slog.

I write this just after 8:00 am the day before our national Presidents’ Day holiday on February 18th. Today I am more reflective than normal. Why?

Because socialism is on the march in our nation. A young man’s heartbreaking article in USA Today comparing his upbringing in socialist Venezuela to his fairly recent lifestyle and freedom he enjoys in the United States brought this into full focus!

Since moving from New York City to live full time in California in 2014, I often stand at the back-kitchen door or in the backyard at 8:00 am listening to our National Anthem pierce other morning sounds as it plays from the nearby US Naval base. This morning I stepped outside just before 8:00 am with my cup of coffee to listen again.

The music was faint! I began to weep.

I had just finished reading the article mentioned above about a young man’s first-hand experience growing up under socialism in Venezuela and his move in 2016 to the United States.

He compares his experience living in his birth-nation to that of his adopted nation. The young author concludes that:

In his recent State of the Union address, President Donald Trump said: “The United States will never be a socialist country.” I sincerely hope the president is right, and that every American can resist the lure of false promises — so this great country can always shine above the dark cloud of socialism, and avoid Venezuela’s fate. “

Daniel Di Martino, Center, with his parents in Caracas, Venezuela, Dec. 2016

Between us my husband and I have two cell phones, three computers, and two iPads. Our two cars are filled with gasoline. Our refrigerator is full of food. We have great healthcare. We own a modest 3-bedroom home and a 42’-ft boat. The sun is shining. There is a light breeze outside. It looks like it is going to be another spectacular day in sunny, southern California!

But this morning,  the strains of The Star-Spangled Banner were faint.

I hear the ravens loudly cawing for handouts, I watch tiny sparrows desperately peck for left-over crumbs, and I pray for our President, our fellow citizens, and for our nation’s soul.

“O say can you see, by the dawn’s early light, What so proudly we hail’d at the twilight’s last gleaming, Whose broad stripes and bright stars through the perilous fight O’er the ramparts we watch’d were so gallantly streaming? And the rocket’s red glare, the bomb bursting in air, Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there, O say does that star-spangled banner yet wave O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave? “

Spelling & punctuation from Francis Scott Key’s manuscript |Maryland Historical Society collection.

 Deborah Baber Savalla is a member of the Channel Islands Republican Women Federated: I am a former New York City book publishing executive with over 20 years of experience. I believe in moral clarity because it leads naturally to personal responsibility which WILL RESULT in small governments. I am honored to be the President of the Channel Islands Republican Women Federated (CIRWF) and privileged to work for Citizens Journal. I write columns and editorials for the Journal as a private citizen and not as staff or as President of CIRWF. I strive to be scrupulous when identifying my work as a private citizen versus that of a reporter or Journal contributor. The views expressed as a private individual are mine alone and are not necessarily that of Citizens Journal nor that of CIRWF.

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