Protecting the American Dream
by Michael Sammaritano
The noted novel of 2010 and beyond . . .
Trust nobody . . . she says [Pg 15]
Finally, his mother looked up teary-eyed and whispered, “Trust no one . . . not even your mother!”
Don Saverio paused then spoke, “Silvana, we all have the need to fulfill our dreams regardless of how big or small they are. They are the driving force behind human achievements.”
She was focusing on a viable goal. She was a creator, a doer, and a leader who knew how to get things done. Unbeknownst to her, deep inside, she longed for the American Dream.
Before we put any wheels in motion, though, we must lay out a plan that protects you and your dream. Then we’ll start at once.”
In America, the sixties and early seventies sparked a unique social upheaval. It was more chaotic than the twenties had been. As the world watched, people uprooted and forever changed politics, culture, and mores. They sought their desires and more.
Martin Luther King had a dream. Cities were set afire, and the Americans placed their flag on the moon. Johnson bowed out of the presidency. Nikita Khrushchev embraced Castro. Cassius Clay, twenty-three, took the title of heavyweight champion of the world from Sonny Liston.
At the Woodstock Music Festival and Art Fair in Bethel, New York, they openly displayed their strength, appeal, and power.
Don Saverio’s protégés, as planned, were infiltrating American politics and big business from within. America was getting back on track swiftly.
“Ray, what do you think happened to Joey and those other guys who signed up with the FBI?” Don Saverio asked.
“The only thing I can assume,” Ray said, “is that freedom and education are a volatile combination. Once you set a man free, he seldom comes back. In a way, it’s not much different from you leaving the muscle Mafia for the pencil Mafia.
With that flame in their heart people [Pg 265]
With that flame in their heart people risk their lives every day for a shot at the American Dream. We, the American people, have an obligation to keep that flame burning and to stay strong and ready to defend our freedom, for the world is watching.”
Victor proposed an honorary service in memory of Don Saverio and his Street Warriors, who had paid the ultimate price for protecting the American Dream. The group agreed wholeheartedly. Angelo expressed all of their sentiments when he said, “That’s the least we can do.”
As dessert and fresh coffee was being served, they rehashed arguments from Christopher Columbus getting lost at sea; to the naming of America; to the Revolutionary War and the signing of the Declaration of Independence and its gift of certain unalienable rights to life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness; to Lincoln and the pursuit of equality; to foreigners’ sudden desire to come to America; to the French people who sent a symbol for the American Dream, the Statue of Liberty with a flame that is still burning in every hopeful emigrant’s heart with a dream of his own; to the founders of our nations and all those great leaders and warriors in history who, from one attack to another, managed to keep the dream afloat and the flame burning. And because it was a good thing, it became the land of hope, and it was nicknamed the American Dream.
Reaching for more coffee, Angelo said, “Don Saverio was right when he said we have to stop this lunacy before the suppressors kill the American Dream.”
He looked into every face at the table. “Dreams are what drive the world forward. For our children, grandchildren, and generations to come, we have no choice but to carry on Don Saverio’s Cause—protect that dream.”
Victor cleared his throat for attention. Immediately, the room was quiet. “Tonight, on my way here, I posed that same question to myself . . . how did it happen?
“Here’s my conclusion: Old people, unless they stay young at heart, seldom rebel. Yet young people will rebel always. If you listen to children talk, in schoolyards or in homes, you will hear them speak unabashed truth.
“As they advance in age, however, deception creeps in. Hairdos, coloring aids, and so-called fashion clothes become the norm. This deceptive process continues until cosmetic aids, wigs, and, in later years, surgery and God knows what else, takes hold and people try them just to look different from whoever they are. At that stage in life, they have lost their identity. They must defend their new persona, especially if they are in power. So deception leads to greed and, ultimately, rampant corruption.”
There is a new world out there [Pg 278]
It is a virtual world with a life of its own. It is hard for some of us to comprehend, much less accept. But it’s there, nevertheless. In this new world, no one dies until his image and his recorded words are erased.
“Because of it, we, the old, must step aside and let the young fight this war with the most powerful weapon known to man: the World Wide Web—the Internet. This is the bullet that is deadlier than a nuclear bomb—the unabashed truth.
“Then let the young, with their digital era talent, disperse that unabashed truth across the Internet. One by one, let them expose every corrupt official and business leader who is distorting the truth—every leader undermining the will of the people.”
Reaching for the last of the coffee, John DeMaria said with a nod, “That’s the way it has to be.
. . . as our ancestors did long ago . . . [we have to] regroup and expand across the country and attack corruption wherever it flourishes with the electronic wizardry of the young. It must rid America of corrupt officials at the next election, and the one after that, and the one after that.”
“That is correct,” an exhausted and satisfied Victor Como said. “Only when the Will of the People is heard can one man with one idea and one dream create his own destiny. Only then can he contribute something of value to the American Dream.”
© 2010 Michael Sammaritano,
Boynton Beach, FL 33437