Derb joins in the jubilation—cautiously, as is only appropriate and wise.
As well as joining in the jubilation, I also share with the hopes, expressed by many, that young Kyle takes the Nick Sandmann route and sues the bejasus out of all the politicians and media hacks who have been defaming him for the past year and a half—starting with Joe Biden.
On Kyle’s behalf, I nurse the further hope that Representative Matt Gaetz will follow through on his suggestion that Rittenhouse would make an excellent congressional intern. Hire him, Matt!
This is a victory in the Cold Civil War—a win for normal citizens over the administrative state and all its powers.
The war isn’t over, of course. There are many battles to be fought yet. Still we can, and should, rejoice in our victories, and seek encouragement in them to keep fighting on.
As it happens, while following the trial proceedings at legalinsurrection.com, I was reading Tom Morgan’s recent book Trial in Cooperstown. The book is a blow-by-blow account of a homicide trial in upstate New York fifteen years ago.
To those of us who deal with national and metropolitan news, the overall effect of the book is soothing. You are watching the judicial system plod steadily, unimaginatively through its time-honored procedures, all governed by rules of procedure that are sometimes tiresome and sometimes hard to see the point of, but that arrive at last at a conclusion that seems as fair as it can be amid all the imperfections of human things.
This is small-town America at its best—as, I’m inclined to think, was the Rittenhouse trial. Yes, the old values still stand; yes, the old procedures still work; and yes, justice free of the horrid curse of politics can still be found.
Where can they be found? In Otsego County, of which Cooperstown is the county seat. Population of Otsego County: 62 thousand. And in Kenosha County, Wisconsin. Population of Kenosha County: 169 thousand.
Where are they not much found? In our big cities, with their lowest-common-denominator mayors, their top-heavy administrations, their timid, diversity-whipped police, their rapacious public-sector employee lobbies (which I refuse to call “unions”), their apathetic voters, and their George Soros-funded District Attorneys.
“If there is hope, it lies in the proles.” So wrote Winston Smith in his diary, in Chapter Seven of Nineteen Eighty-Four. If there is hope for our country, it lies in Cooperstown, New York and in Kenosha, Wisconsin.
America is not dying. Even taking the darkest view, we are at least not dead yet. Dum spiramus, speramus.
From the Latin: While we breathe, we hope. As we not only should, but must. For despair equals defeat and death, now more than ever before. All too often over the last several decades, our victories have been few and far between, fleeting, and ultimately without lasting effect, for more than one reason. No one among us ought to be kidding ourselves about this one, either.
As the usual overdramatized shrieking and rending of garments amongst The Enemy every time their iron will is thwarted proves adequately enough, this is indeed a win for us, one well worth the celebrating. But as always with our tormenters on the Left, they will surely be back, sooner than some might expect. In their obssessive pursuit of unchallenged tyranny, they are indefatigable. Understand well: They will never relent, never abstain, never retreat until every last one of us is enslaved under their merciless thrall.
Yes, we should definitely revel in each and every victory God grants to us; among other benefits, it renews our commitment, restores our strength, anneals our bond with our fellow warriors, and erodes the morale of our loathsome Enemy. All the same, though, even while the celebration proceeds we, as guardians of the bastion of American liberty, so to speak, must also look to the patrolling of its walls and ramparts, ever alert to the unfailing certainty that the very survival of everyone and everything sheltering within their protection turns on our unflagging vigilance.