Were Going to Make us a God

[Thomas Murphy]

Were Going to Make Us a God 01 31 2011

“Were going to make us a God.” She said to her son Luigi after she
passed through
Ellis Island and into the United States in 1928. Davinci was now blind
and it was of no
coincidence that they were also afflicted with a disease that causes
blindness, Trachoma.
Wearing tattered brown stained clothing she held her son’s hand and
led him into the
United States. The land of the free.
“Where are we going?” He said in Italian.
“We will stay at Uncle Toni’s place.” She said in Italian.
She had very little and rationalized that those who had attained the
wealth they had, had
accumulated it by doing something wrong. Somewhere they had to have
cheated.
“They cheated, so we can cheated too.” She said as she pointed to a
well dressed couple.
Uncle Tony had a neighbor named William.
“Why are we doing this?” Luigi asked his mother.
“Because we love him.”
Luigi would learn how to do all the fun things in life by screeching
at William as he tried
to live a normal life. And his mother Madera encouraged him to.
His mother could not afford toys like some others but he would have
William.
And so he learned to get ahead of William in every aspect of his
thoughts and life like a
personified tripping foot.
“It feels good to do what we do to him doesn’t it.” She told her
fatherless son.
One day Luigi said to his mother, “I learned William thinking today.
He had an idea he
is really excited about.”
“That is not his idea that is our’s Luigi. Everything he thinks
belongs to us. I know
someone who has money knows someone at the patent office.”
“Willy was fighting with me. He knows I am real. He say’s leave me
alone.” Said Luigi
now grown a little more.
“That’s our idea we had to listen to that. That’s ours. It’s okay you
won’t hear from him
anymore.”
“***”
Then all the Strega's joined together. William was robbed of his
strength and weak
legged. He was seen tripping and falling, looking as if he was drunk.
Walking down the street
he met another neighbor Scott with his son.
“How are you doing?” Scott asked as if very concerned.
“I am good.” His Irish eye’s managed to smile through the sorrow.
Scott then looked at William as if he had stolen something. As Scott
and his son walked
on William herd Scott say to his son, “I can tell he has more
hoosegowing to go.”
“***”
“Isn’t it wrong what we do to him?” Luigi asked Madura.
“Grandma show’s me how to. Nobody is going to prove it. Everything we
do is good for
him.”
Madura brought many children to come and play with her son and Luigi
to learn of
William.
“I tell you what funny he did. I waited and watched while he was
cooking at the stove. I
waited and at the right time I made him think that the stove was cold
and there was a mess
needed a wipings. He wiped it and he burned his hand.”
“Very good Luigi.”
“Yesterday he looked at me, he told me to go to hell. He spit at me.”
Luigi said.
“From what I hears him think he not like us? He different. You no
longer hear any of
that anymore. He’s no going to have children. He’s no going to have
wife. Giuseppe make him
not to say you again.” Madura said
Luigi was reassured by his mother.
“I hear him crying now.” Said Luigi.
“We’s bees quiet now, here’s him read.”
“I see him say to her with him now. I think what she say to him and
she say to him.
Then now I hear fight. You walk like he did when we first see him now,
stand up straight like
you first see him.”
“***”
This was Williams’s story. He wrote all this and then looked at the
television set. There
was a young Italian reporting a live news cast about the upcoming
Super bowl. His face winced
when and he turned away from the camera as William looked at him.
Vincent the reporter
looked like he had been crying as if he had thought, “I didn’t really
do that.”
The face William saw was a face he didn’t often see as it was never an
intention of his to
make others feel this way. He saw the face and became hopeful as he
saw such people did
indeed feel emotion or and some sense of guilt, “When the news was
discussed.”
William thought to Vincent, “You might have just been the salvation
for your race.”
William would be tormented by them all throughout his adult life.
Adults with the sick
immaturity of hateful children. Odd nasally voices scarring his
auditory cortex to hear and think
what they willed him to.

Thomas Paul Murphy
Copyright 2011 Thomas Paul Murphy