Father's son

The Magnificent Seven Theme • Elmer Bernstein

Different age.

Perhaps.

Ferocious men stadning in the way of anyone who stood for the lesser men, the unknown men, the forgotten men.  Pier-stone on the periphery... could be aided. 

Maybe so.  Maybe not.

Father's son. 

That's me.

She walked into the office.  He caught her case.  It was happenstance.  Ragged, transient, son of Dixie proud.   Louisiana girl in all her glory.  Great with child, great with problems.  Not to be confused with the so many that had entered his office door before.  Yet he was a lawyer so filled with vim, so filled with vigor, take the case... fight for justice.  Justice was that he would serve.  The blind bitch... she would be forced to see those who were brought before.

If the tears swelled in her eyes, so be it.  She would see.  Her scales would tip in his favor.  The favor of right.  That is what our grand experiment was founded upon after all.  Wasn't it?  Even if you would make him travel all the way to the highest court of the U.S.A heDem would make you relent, realize, that you could do little less than offer the prize, to his client, wanting only to awake to the American dream.  If he must be the magic maker... so be it.

So it was.

Then came I.

His offspring.  Wanting more, demanding more, than no less.  All are equal, all are the same.  Beliefs, so simple... so naive.  Somehow believing that the order, so established, would let him get away.  With a simpleton belief that love was pure, that all would see, each other, as facets of themselves.  What a fool.  Simple.  He took the beats of his overlords.  So simple.  So caustic.  Simple lips  Standing so proud 

His films aroused such feelings from those.  The empowered unvoiced to which he had given a moment of voice... of choice.   Unwilling to remain victims... but victors.  This was not to be had. Not in hollowed sanctums where the oppressed would forever remain r the oppressed.  They preferred to remain in the stasis rather than fight for the advance.  Salud.  You have your own fathers.  And I am not your son. 

I am my Father's son.

The one who took a case to the Supreme Court.  The one that ensured equality for all. 

And just to let you know... I am his son.

And so far... by you...

I am not impressed.

Salud.