The Manchurian Candidate (1962 film) – Wikipedia, the free …
The Manchurian Candidate is a 1962 American Cold War suspense thriller directed by John Frankenheimer that stars Frank Sinatra, Laurence Harvey and Janet Leigh and co-stars Angela Lansbury, Henry Silva and James Gregory. Its screenplay, by George Axelrod, is based on the 1959 novel by Richard Condon.
If you have not seen this film, you might not fully understand the horror Kareem Abdul-Jabbar is warning us about.
I know they are well-meaning, and while I’ve also indulged in such sentiments, I am now sick and tired of hearing that “thoughts and prayers” are being sent to the victims of mass shootings. If we all cared as much as we say we do, this “problem” would never have evolved into the vicious, infectious epidemic of horror that it is.
People, the days of our calendars overflow with blood. When do we say enough is enough and really mean it? What are we waiting for? Why are we waiting? The time to act is way past due; this American disease engendered by ignorance and blood lust must be eradicated NOW!
OK, I know I am getting old, and perhaps my memory is not what it was. Moreover, perhaps, I’ve imagined certain memories; will someone please correct me if I am wrong?
For example: isn’t it true that just a few years ago the Republican party was against Obamacare, insisting that if created there would be death squads and people, not sure who, would pull the plug on grannies, hastening them to their graves?
Now, fast forward to today — is it true that “some” Republican presidential hopefuls presently have called to do away with Social Security and Medicare, effectively pulling the plug on both grannies and grand-papas?
Please, tell me I am wrong in thinking something here is, and always was, outrageous.
On the other hand if I am right, and my memories are true, we have been witnessing a mysterious and ancient art: talking out of both sides of an ambitious politician’s mouth, without guidance from a working brain.
First they came for the communists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a communist;
Then they came for the socialists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a socialist;
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I did not speak out – because I was not a trade unionist;
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out – because I was not a Jew;
Then they came for me – and there was no one left to speak out for me.-
— Reverend Martin Neimoller, a Christian minister who was interned in Dachau during WWII.
In 1984, while shopping at the local supermarket on Long Island, a neighbor’s child, a well- known bully, harassed my daughters. In no uncertain terms I told this individual to cut it out. Seconds later the bully’s mother approached me with her handgun pointed directly at me, yelling that I had accosted her child. I told my children to leave the store immediately, but they ran to the store manager, instead; the manager refused to get involved.
Customers ran out of the store; the woman and I exchanged words, all the while she held me at gunpoint. Suddenly, and without warning the woman and her family left the supermarket, got into their car and drove away. I ran to the manager’s office and demanded to know if he had called the police. He said he had not. When I asked why, he told me, “Mrs. M*** is a very good customer.”
I asked him to let me use his phone; he would not allow that, either. In order for me to call the police, I had to return to my home. Afterward, the police told me they visited my neighbor’s home, discussed the situation with her, and ascertained she had done nothing wrong. She had a carry permit; the gun was legal. Moreover, because she worked at the airport as a customs agent, she was considered a peace officer, and frankly, because of her peace officer status they believed her story, not mine.
Then I called the main office of the supermarket chain. They informed me the store manager was within his rights not to get involved. A lot has changed since 1984. Now, it seems we have an armed populace that seems inclined to turn a supermarket into a battlefield.
Even with my experience in the supermarket so many years ago, I do not carry a firearm, although I’ve been thoroughly trained in firearm use. Without modesty, I will tell anyone who asks that I am a good shot, but I am also well aware firearms are merely tools. Just owning a weapon will not keep you safe. No individual is not a cabinet maker simply because he owns a power saw. And all the exciting movie scenes featuring shootouts are created and enhanced through the skills of the film’s director and its editor. Those scenes are merely fiction, which we as civilized people should never wish to emulate; and finally, there are many aspects to self-defense that do not rely on firepower.
As for my gun-toting neighbor — not long after our encounter, both husband and wife lost their jobs at the airport because of “abuse of power” issues; in other words bullying. Their eldest son assaulted and cracked open the skull of a classmate during school hours, on school grounds. Within two years of my encounter with them, the family had to sell their home and move away. The following year, a federal investigator visited my home, looking for information; it was then I discovered that the FBI was investigating the adults of the family for criminal activity.