MANIFESTO: NOT QUITE SO..
For centuries Europeans described a land far away, somewhere to the West , where no man has set foot before. A land free of any government, rich with resources and ready to be taken and settled. Early explorers described a green, lush, rich and fertile land. A land where all men are created equal and a man can be free to tend to his family and farm. Here you wouldn’t have to worry about religious persecution or feel the tug of the government on your leash. If you have the will and the heart to commit to a New World then God would reward you with the resources this land brings. This dreamland finally felt the toes of Puritans who christened this land as a “City Upon a Hill.” Perched high above us all, on a hill, ever vigilant and ever watchful this shining beacon of hope came to be called America. Europeans were right, this land gives and gives. It has the greenest grass, the bluest skies, the most reddest bricks, the most golden streets and the most fertile land of them all. But this land comes at a price, for this land is populated by savages who must be taught that the City Upon a Hill is here to stay. This City Upon a Hill spread out across the continent and overcame adversity to unite both oceans under one Destiny, one Manifest Destiny given by Him and carried out in His name. The City Upon a Hill suffered many cracks and flaws but remained unwavering and undisturbed for ages
Perhaps no bigger crack on the City was the dirtiest, most vile disgusting place that has been unfortunate enough to appear on earth; The Five Points. The mere existence of this place chips away at the very foundation of the City Upon a Hill and forces one to reconsider everything positive once said about this land. For here men are not created equal, instead are forced together into a miserable square of land and forced to survive. A man cannot tend to his family or farm for he has none. Religion is as non-existent as the peoples hope for a decent meal. There are no rewards for hard work and no promises for a better future. Here the grass is NOT QUITE SO green. The sky is NOT QUITE so blue. The bricks NOT QUITE so red. The streets NOT QUITE SO golden and the land NOT QUITE SO fertile. The City Upon a Hill has been ransacked, all of its belongs taken. There is nothing left but a desolate shell of a city. All we are left with is the dying image of opportunity, the heart of America, where settlers attempted to conquer the wild. The City is vacant and abandoned, its only companion is a forlorn grave mourning an idea which has gone and withered away.