“The past is another country, America never was America to me, and besides….” The Cobra shrugged. “I tried. My mother paid the price.”
Long Live Evil by Sarah Reese Brennan, page 254
(America never was America to me.)
“Let America be America Again” by Langston Hughes
Thank you for seeing it! That line of the Cobra’s is an important one to me for his character, and for the metatextuality of it all. (Read along with me: I got in one line Christopher Marlowe (Elizabethan playwright and poet, Shakespeare’s sexy rival), T.S. Eliot’s Portrait of A Lady, and L.P. Hartley’s the Go-Betweeners, and Langston Hughes. Trust me, I’m telling you stories.)
Langston Hughes, jazz poet, playwright, social activist, leader of the Harlem Renaissance, was a major inspiration for Eric Mitchell, the Golden Cobra and wicked marquis formerly of New York. (And so was Lil Nas X, yes. The past isn’t dead, it’s not even past, and we do not know which songs will echo through the ages.)
‘I was unhappy for a long time, and very lonesome… Then it was that books began to happen to me,’ Langston Hughes said of his childhood, and I think we who love stories know what he means by ‘books began to happen to me.’
‘I am the young man, full of strength and hope, Tangled in that ancient endless chain Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land! Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need! Of work the men! Of take the pay! Of owning everything for one’s own greed! …
Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream In the Old World while still a serf of kings, Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true, That even yet its mighty daring sings …
Sure, call me any ugly name you choose— The steel of freedom does not stain. From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives, We must take back our land again.’
the poem is really worth reading.
Let America be America again.




















