Remebering 14/4/ 65

Rembering 14/4/1865

What if some of our infamous historical moments could have been protected by time travel interventions? Could specific events of the past which could be overrun amidst it’s natural course by simply attempting to ameliorate its’ original standing to reach a better future?

The fantasy of secretly entering some kind of clandestine cosmic membrane to access a precise moment in time would be seriouly considered to be very dangerous as well bound as a great positive. What kind of differences could have been made by simply altering the past? Either way, the present and the future would be greatly affected.

Somehow, the risk would be worth it. The reason for this fact that it would allow the chance for a populous to amend and attempt to make a mature progress against the long-lived destructive doctrine and the primitive thinking of the last 100,000 years of existence.

As a civil rights male activist, many questions had emerged when my rational pensiveness had been initially piqued. My continous and insightly research upon reading about the political works of the late emancipatory President Abraham Lincoln had become most interrogative with my thoughts. Would Lincoln’s decisive feats as leader had been questionable if he had lived? If he hadn’t become a nation’s legal representative; would he have remained with her personal beliefs, biases, and prejudices to simply accept the norm of his era?

Or would he had been outspoken as the late poor labourer and abolitionist John Brown? Brown’s persona and brisk actions were not shielded from any approaching dangers and this lead him to put his life in immediateperil by a public standard. He was then quickly defeated and executed for his lack of clout and security. Unlike Lincoln, he was closely protected for his decision-making while he was in office right up until he was caught off guard one evening while attending a play at Washington’s Ford Theatre.

What would ever happen if the assassin had been deliberately intercepted? Was it someone else also hiding in the shadows with the same intentions, yet they had just witnessed this dreaful deed being taken where they would be contented that they would not be searched for and convicted for murder? If Lincoln had survived that night and clearly enjoyed a moment of repit; would he have had the chance to apply his new extensive plans to expand peace, widen prosperity and establish additional & stronger legal boundaries amongst the social equality?

Well that day had surprisingly came by accident for me. Was it just frivoloulsy wishing, defined affirmations or deep concentration? I have complete no idea. It was also Good Friday when I had that morning; with my habitual grooming, I wanted to relax, but there was an active shimmering in the room. I could hear very low humming, yet I wasn’t able to correctly pinpoint it. Once I had decided to to search for it; suddenly I had felt quickly envelopped in a whirlwind inivisble film.

To my astonishment, it was a cosmic membrane that I had involuntarily summond, unconsiously. It was defnitely a shock to know that it ever existed, let alone hear about them from other sources. I always held impartially views towards these phenomenons. I was simply never sure about such possibilities. Maybe, the reason it happened to me, it might have been the probalbility of my open-mindedness.

This kind of interdimensional leap had become a form of stupefaction for me. I hadn’t physically changed or aged, but the scenery was completely different. Was I being transported back in Time? But Why? Did I have mission assigned to me? What was the purpose of this unexpected journey set for me? From the discarded newpaper that I had retreived from the dusty road; it was the night of April 13th, 1865, I was standing in a crowded Washington street where fireworks where lighting up the sky. Somehow I had been sent to the war’s ending celebration.

Since, I was being visible to everyone there; my current attire could attract some unwanted attention, so I was required to retrieve some contemporary garb to better blend in the crowds. Without being seen, I had to carefully borrow some damp men’s clothes which her hanging on a line being dried. Also, I had found a misplaced hunting knife on the ground. It was in a leather embroided sheeth. No one else had bothered to look to for it, either.

With newspaper in hand and knife on my hip, I had to figure out a way how to get back home. I didn’t remember where the filmy membrane had left me off. With an unsual opportunity being presented to me, my only assumption in my mind was: how would I be able to make difference in this rustic period? It was only less than 24 hours before Lincoln’s theatre attendance was going to occur.

Right away, my mind went back to recollect all of my previous studies. In a panic, I could initially remember the basic data of thie preparatory activity before all documented three assassination attempts. Numerous questions were swirling in my brain; it was like I couldn’t make where and when to begin my quest.

These were the only subtle actions which I could take during this era; anyhow who would believe me if I had warned the authorities with serious occurrences which haven’t occurred, yet? If I did, I’d either be ridiculed, disregarded or incarcerated.

My first idea was to head for the hotel where VP Johnson had been residing and leave a crucial message in his mail slot before Booth would deliver his. I’d have to leave urgent instructions with the clerk for the VP to received, quickly. He was being apprized to remain his room until the next morning. As for Seward, I was head toward his residence and verbally insist that his household to keep all of the doors locked until the next day in case of any the break-ins.

Now for the most memorable assassination; this was going to be absolutely hard. Confused & restless, around 9:15 pm on April 14, 1865; I had ended up in the same tavern where & when Booth had his final drink before his shooting; I was definitely feeling pressed for time. Within my manner of thinking, how would I be able prevent a crime without making any forceful changes? I just couldn’t afford attract any unnecessary attention and inattentively leaving behind a piece of literary historical stupidity.

With the hunting knife located on my hip, I could use it as some kind of productive tool and not as a weapon. I knew that I needed to commit a suave and discreet move, yet inconspicuous as well considered to be human heedlessness. Then, what can I swiftly come up, with?

While sitting nervously in the back in the room, yet, my discontented presence was strangely being ignored. My only assumption for this scene is that the audicence’s anticipation to witness the President’s arrival. From a distance and light shadow, I could see a noticeable a depleted floor board. One end was bent downward where the plank had been unseen by an unlit area.

Sinisterly, I had began to cultivate a ruse to crop up. I had slowly crawled to the staircase and began to stealthily pull the knife out the sheeth. I had decided to carefully puncture the opposite of that weak plank. This is knowing that most people won’t be able to to notice a missing staircase step. When anyone steps in this dark hole; they will get one of their one of the legs being pulled downwards and probably get it temporarily stuck.

At 9:37 pm, I had cast aside the damaged plank in a remote dark corner where it won’t be seen. As I had seen Booth at the bar speaking with the bartender; I had casually pretended to walk inabriated towards and deliberately bump into him. Booth was shoved and spilled his drink on the floor. He was not impressed with me, yet I did everything to plead a grovelling apologies as I discretely swiped his Derringer pistol from his right jacket pocket.

He hadn’t noticed that his gun was missing. I had swiftly hid it in my rear waistband underneathed my agrestic coat. Booth had angily picked me up threw out the door and into the composted street.

While being slightly disoriented, I had staggered up to stand up right and was slowly beginning to feel sluggish at this timewhen the same alluring filmy membrane was emerging before me. This incident became my severe incentive to leave.Once the moment, I fould myself back home, an inexplicable feelling was overwhelming me. I thrashed my body on the first seat that I could find.

Incongruously, asI felt compelled to look in a mirror; to my surprise my physical appearance had completely changed. I was no longer a male civil rights activist; I had discovered that I had always been a female environmental crusader. Somehow my return from the past; the present had become crucially unrecognizable. As for being frozen with utter shock. I had to verify everyhting withing my closest vicinity.

Full re-examination was frantically underway, from my personal identity, the present surroundings as well the historical records; everything that I had previously knew was slowly dissapating from memory and being replaced by some sort of alternative reality had emerge before ny eyes. This circumstances had now become irreversible and I was compelled to live with the new familiarities.

The internet services were now installed on stationary wall-units to be operated by hand-sweeping funsctions. The first issue that I had to check out was President Lincoln’s fate. His life had naturally proceded differently for him. In 1869, he had completed his two terms and passed away in 1893 in his sleep at the age of 85. In a footnote, Booth’s leg accident was not off a jump from a balcony rung, but by his right leg had seriously been injured in a faulty staircase collapse.

His tragedy had caused a loud scene in the theatre, where he was apprehended when his rowdy behaviour was yelling for his gun had been reported. Security guards were then rushed to the Presidential box as were the two occuping couples had been involutarily frightened by the commotion.

An actual new world order did emerge at least 150 years earlier than most people expected. Yet, it didn’t prevent from white supremacy groups from coming and going; several were never able to longevity or strenght for reasons of political diversities.

The continous lineage of American Presidents was found in this different timeline up until the present. Men likeWilliam Jennings Bryan has successfully served at two terms (1885-1893): Alfred Emanuel Smith or ‘Manny‘, as he was publicly referred to; was the first Catholic to only serve one term (1925-1929). There were neither any Roosevelts nor any Kennedys in these 20th century political races. But, Nixon hadn’t been able to reach any of his three bids.

From 1935 & 1942, only one global war had occurred, instead of two. It was fought between the Axis nations of Spain, Portugal, Britain & Morocco and the Allied powers of Poland, Sweden, Russia & Iran. Europe was absolutely ruined beyond recognition.

By the mid-century the League of Nations had finally succeeded, only after 45 years since the late President Charles Curtis had failed to introduced it. The statuses of equality, rights and land-holdings were being closer managed, yet they were not without their own infuriating challenges and rivalries. Also, these new policies of epulative protection were in effect; monitoring the public’s actions was as not invasive as most people thought.

Upon the memorial year of 1968 was not only was the centennial year of African-American Egalitarian Treaty. Also it was a golden victory when former U.S. Representative Shirley Chisholmhad become not only the first woman to be voted into the Oval office, yet the very first Black U.S. President. Yet, as possessing of two new characterics, she did undergo a lot of backlash. While under fire and scrutiny during her one-term. Her struggling performance had been adequate in office. Her example had certainly cleared a path for many.

As of I speak in the new millenium or 21st century; ‘Well, we’re not out of the woods, yet’. There have some progress made, but the journey has no intention to be ended. There’s a lot more to achieve. No matter the consequences; is a Utopian community at reach if we try to mature, ourselves? If might be the needed changes which we’ve been searching always for.

If the human race’s reptilian-feeding ground doesn’t change, it will continue and lead by those who enjoy being sadistic powerful to annhilate the weak as well as the massochistic refuse to fully defend themselves against all of this oppression.

Without drasctic these measures being rightfully put into place; this lack of respect will guarantee one day the eventual erracticationof itself for good where history would be simply erased with no existing record to back up their only macrocosm.

How can progress be achieved or prosper if obsolete thinkinglike this keeps on festuring and genetically being inherited? Humanity would become just another extinct creature in the Universe where its’ only compelling goal was to utterly fail.

Somebody brave enough out there, must daringly decide to take a firm stand to put their foot down to say this kind of unruly and continuous behaviour must be immediately overruled and overhauled in order to prevent complete erasure.

The consequences of these brutal actions could cause a great paradoxically and definite irreversible event beyond any hopes for any sort of possible reparations. Yet it would also be the most probably and necessary ‘slap in the face’ that humanity needs to grow up and define the actual word of being ‘ Civilized ‘.

Otherwise, the corporate wildernesses and the concrete jungles which have been hastily created in the last quarter-millenium has certainly lead to societal mayhem, caused emotional disruptions and mismagnaged power struggles. Irrevalent, to all of these political aspects, society would need a draconian transformation to attain real happiness.

As I would like to at length mention a famous quote from a reputed Canadian author: " Stupidity is the same as evil if you judge by the results". - Margaret Atwood’s 1972 book ‘Surfacing’.