Many Americans are planning to go to protests tomorrow. And I applaud their desire to do something, anything, in a time of growing barbarism. But I would also caution those who think they are “saving democracy” by attending these events.

The American Empire is dying. Like all empires, its descent is not linear. It is erratic and may take a few decades for its final dissolution. But its prognosis is terminal. And the Trump regime is speeding this process up with idiotic tariffs and blind imperialistic fever dreams. It may be difficult, if not impossible, for many Americans to realize this. After all, the US has one of the most propagandized populations on the planet. But the signs are glaring.

For years, most white Americans have been drunk on a false shibboleth of supremacy. Believing that they live in the “greatest nation on earth” despite not having healthcare or basic labour protections. Most who espouse this notion haven’t traveled beyond the borders of their state, let alone country. Few possess a passport. But this delusion has permeated every cell, every fibre of the culture. Facts to the contrary (and there is a mountain of them) be damned.

They have been inured to the rot that has been allowed to spread through the halls of power. Fed a steady diet of Hollywood pablum where impoverished people have a chance to rise to riches. Where white heroes save Black and Brown people in the Global South. When the reality is that their leaders have been raping, pillaging and bombing them to smithereens for over 80 years. There is always a meticulously scripted “happy ending” to every unnecessary nightmare. Those who don’t fit in that narrative are disappeared, both figuratively and literally.

As the edifice of empire crumbles, its true nature is revealed. Standing there for everyone to see is a sepulcher filled with the bones of the innocent, the vulnerable. Anyone who stood in the way of capital. The tomb is ceremoniously draped in a red, white and blue shroud, but even those threads are beginning to fray. The tatters of nationalism cannot withstand the hard fist of betrayal.

As the late Howard Zinn once said, “there is no flag big enough to cover the crime of killing innocent people.” After more than a year and a half of supporting, funding and arming a genocide, the worst crime of this century, the US has demolished its reputation forever. The world understands this, even if most Americans do not. This one thing stands firmly in the way of any meaningful change. Unless it is reckoned with, platitudes and promises will continue to ring hollow.

You cannot save a democracy that no longer exists. And this is due to decades of political chicanery, where billionaires and corporations hold more sway than ordinary citizens. A protest is powerless unless it disrupts this arrangement of power. Not on a weekend, but during the week. When the gears of the machine are at full speed. The event planned for tomorrow will act as a vent. Letting off the steam of frustration, despair and hopelessness. And that is a good thing. But it would be foolish to think it will stop a regime that cannot be negotiated with.

Rallies and 25 hour speeches that do not block fascist legislation or executive orders, or stand non-violently in the path of the regime’s thugs, represent little more than political spectacle which can create the dangerous illusion of a mass movement. A kabuki theatre of clever signs and merchandise. But in the end, far more is needed. We are literally staring down the barrel of a gun. Our angry climate cares not about pithy speeches and signs. It requires a wrench thrown into the gears of death while there is still time.

If you go to the protests, consider these things. And instead of believing that Democratic politicians will save the republic, connect with real people. Build relationships that foster mutual aid and protection at the local level and outside of the institutions that are under attack. Above all, be careful. This regime has demonstrated it has no intention of listening to or working with anyone not in its cult of death. Knowing this might just save your life or the life of someone in a community that is now being ruthlessly targeted.

As Black residents of the American south once said to each other to encourage vigilance when faced with the violence of racist authoritarians, “stay woke.”

Kenn Orphan, April 2025

*Art is Hope by Syrian street artist Abu Malik al Shami.