Bahrain’s “Concord Moment” and the “shot heard around the world”
World leaders are calling for the cessation of Bahrain’s 2012, as the nation comes unraveled after the Kingdoms brutal King Hamad, orders a violent crackdown on peaceful protesters in the streets of Bahrain, as “trial laps” begin what has now become the Worlds “Great Race of Shame”.
The Western Governments have, here until now kept a position of “silence” about King Hamad’s misdeeds and brutality. The arrival of the international media, which has been repeatedly blocked from access to Bahrain over the past year has put new focus on the bloody Kingdom. Bahrain’s protests for release of political detainees and calls for democracy have continued day and night since the 14 February, 2011 demonstrations at the now demolished Pearl Monument.
Today’s calls by world leaders to stop the Bahrain F1 against a backdrop of regime brutality is truly Bahrain’s “Shot heard around the world”. The caveat, just as it was in Concord Massachusetts after the “shot that was heard around the world” was fired, will be the bloody aftermath of torture and murders that will plague the Kingdom after the F1 is gone and the press has cleared the decks. Phlipn.
Ralph Waldo Emerson – 1803-82, was a key early American philosopher, poet and writer, particularly known for his appreciation of individualism, self-reliance and intuition. He wrote the poem “Concord Hymn”, which was sung at a July 4, 1837 ceremony to mark the completion of the Concord Monument, to immortalize the resistance of American Minutemen to British forces on April 19, 1775. The poem’s phrase “shot heard round the world” is now internationally famous for its description of the philosophical importance of the American revolution
Concord Hymn
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood,
And fired the shot heard round the world.
The foe long since in silence slept;
Alike the conqueror silent sleeps;
And Time the ruined bridge has swept
Down the dark stream which seaward creeps.
On this green bank, by this soft stream,
We set to-day a votive stone;
That memory may their deed redeem,
When, like our sires, our sons are gone.
Spirit, that made those heroes dare
To die, and leave their children free,
Bid Time and Nature gently spare
The shaft we raise to them and thee.
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