A Personal Review Of the Authorship Of Corey Taylor
…Or Introducing the Concept Of Influention
It seems to be a re-occurring event that I find myself wondering what the fuck possessed me at a certain point, when I was making some sort of crucial decision that I knew – or should have known – would affect this neurodiverse brain of mine. However much tested this pink blob behind my forehead is, I seriously doubt the results of said tests, as I see no possible way they can co-exist with this amount of dumb decisions. Or maybe said blob had simply ventured on a trip far – FAR – off the rails and can not really be held accountable for what this vessel of flesh and bones threw itself into. Such as “hey, let’s put a deadline on one of the most challenging posts I’ve written so far, to make sure I get it done!”…
Actually, that was a smart move. A drifting mind often caught procrastinating needs to be on a leash. But tick-tock, the clock is tapping my shoulder and breathing down my neck, I’m IV’ing the coffee and – what the fuck was I thinking, taking on not one, but FOUR books, while in mental health recovery, clawing my way back to ordinary life, at the time of year where my energy and mood goes fucking south of Antarctica.
My Lady should seriously and undeterredly kick my ass!
Starting off on Black Friday
So – while The Lady Of The House was working her lovely derriere off at her book store on Black Friday, I decided I’d get started on some work for this long scheduled personal review of the authorship of Corey Taylor. It started off as a celebration of the 1M mark on his Instagram, but that’s like ages ago, so I honestly don’t know what excuse to give you guys right now. So let’s not:
It’s Black Friday, the dreaded Christmas is coming and there are plenty of trees, that needs glitter wrapped packages underneath’em – make sure some of those glittery packages contains one or several of the following books. And NO – I’m not being paid to say that – it’s just my humble, Lit-educated opinion. Let’s dive in!
If you’ve already read any of my previous book reviews, such as the one about Corey Taylors “You’re Making Me Hate You”, you already know that I approach reviews pretty much like I approach the first cup of coffee in the morning or any Star Wars or Marvel movie. Or coloured lights!
So suffice to say – to newcomers – that this will not be your regular sophisticated newspaper review – using that posh vocabulary is kinda like lingerie – it looks great, but itches and it’s a fucking relief when it comes off!
This will just be you and I – mostly I – having a bookish conversation over a cup of coffee. Make that a mug! But before I really get started, maybe I should explain how these books ended up on my shelf in the first place.
Like most, I got to know the name of Corey Taylor by listening to Slipknot (you can find their “All Out Life” on my frontpage underneath the selected articles). Curious and intrigued by their artistic approach to music, that really couldn’t be compared to anyone else, I started digging for info and trivia. This took me to Stone Sour and eventually the authorship of Corey Taylor. Admittedly, I was hesitant buying the first book (which was his third), because I personally admire thinkers and authors like Kierkegaard, Sartre, Nietzsche, Stephen King, Dan Brown, George Orwell, Tolkien…just to mention a few.
I went to the University of Aarhus, studying Nordic Language and Literature, which has taken me through every fucking genre known to man. When it comes to literature, I can be pretty damn “religious” about my personal heroes and the bar of expectation is set so high you are likely to bend over to reach the sky. While admiring the great philosophers, I also read a lot of regular literature, no stranger to instant indulgence – and who the ‘ef’ doesn’t like a good crime or horror novel? – but in the case of Corey Taylor, I was hesitant, because I really didn’t want to be disappointed. Music- and lyric-wise, I had begun to look up to his particular craft, so yeah, I was hesitant and nervous, when I opened up “You’re making me hate you” for the first time.
As I wrote in that review, one of the things, I really appreciate, is the fierce honesty and bluntness, regardless of what people might think. Lyric-wise, literature-wise – that is the Corey Taylor trademark. And let me give you fair warning: depending on where you stand politically, religiously, existentially and/or intellectually, you will at some point feel the sting of being called out. If you can’t handle that, you should leave this authorship, before the maiden voyage.
No, really, you SHOULD!
You will only find this kind of fierceness in a person, who has crawled nailbleeding back up from the abyss, after having had the abyss staring back and pulling you in. There is no sentimentality, no oiling the waters and no rest for the wicked. This is probably also the reason why the fans resonate with Corey Taylor to the extent that they do and why they would have his back any day, if needed. Like soldiers in war, there is a common ground and a deep, mutual respect, that outsiders can’t begin to fathom. The true artwork, however, of this authorship is that outsiders are not excluded ab initio, because this is about making you think for yourself from whereever in life, you hold your ground. You are more than welcome to disagree, in fact he continuously throughout his authorship encourages you to prove him wrong. You should keep in mind, though, that this is a man that will dance and shout at the edge of the abyss to prove a point. But – if you enjoy roller coasters, you are in for a hell of a ride!
And with those words, let’s begin…
Seven Deadly Sins
Now, like movie directors refine their craft over time, so does authors.
So the first bit of advice I would give in reading any authorship, is to start with the book that was published first.
As I went from “You’re making me hate you” (3rd book) to “Seven Deadly Sins” (1st), I felt like the pace went down – when in fact, chonologically, it was going up. That does not mean you are going to get bored, though. The demand of the reader’s attention is a little lighter, the string you’re tied to a little looser, but the content is no less interesting.
I got a little ecstatic on the first page of the book, chapter 1. As I wrote about “You’re making me hate you”, you might remember that I was in awe of the undetermined genre, I had witnessed. Well, when I opened “Seven Deadly Sins”, I realized – well aware that I was going back two books – that this was planned from the beginning.
“But I also made a solemn oath to myself that I would try to write something not only of value but also something that had never been done before. I wanted to do the unthinkable: Bring to the world a whole new subtext, a wholly different genre.”Corey Taylor, “Seven Deadly Sins”, ch.1, page 1
This was also the moment I understood that “You’re making me hate you” wasn’t just going to be a lucky punch and that I was in for yet another very good read – and how many books promises you that on page 1, book 1?!
Coming to think of it – it’s actually kind of cocky, Mr. Taylor! Or badass!?
Corey Taylor takes us through the seven deadly sins and pretty much tears them apart. People sensitive to the subject might want to proceed with caution. The interesting part for me was, I never really gave much thought to the deadly sins. I knew about them, but honestly never bothered to dig deeper, because they’re part of a belief system, I can’t for the love of me identify with. And hey, being gay/nonbinary/queer (whatever label suits you, if you feel the need to put me in a box – can I bring toys, please??), I doubt that with my way of life, I would be openly welcomed in those circles anyway. So, to me, it was rather interesting to go through them and read them being scrutinized and – ultimately – ripped to shreds.
Speaking of gay…that leads to a correction. I don’t enjoy correcting people although I love facts, but this one tells something extremely interesting and important about how fresh and crisp our inclusive world is. It stems from the “Lust” chapter…. (had a few issues there, but it might be saved for single book reviews – such as the idea that women are more resistant to carpet burns – no, we’re not – we just suck it up! Our uteri are being molested once a month and we should cry over a boo boo?! Come on!) … but as said, it stems from the “Lust” chapter in which Taylor writes:
“I mean, up until the 1960s homosexuality was regarded as a fucking mental illness.”Corey Taylor, “Seven Deadly Sins”, page 61
Actually, the truth is scarier: As late as in 1968, the newly published DSM-II listed homosexuality as a mental illness. In 1973, after a vote, homosexuality was technically removed from the DSM, but really they just replaced the word with “sexual orientation disturbance”. In America, it wasn’t removed from the DSM until 1987, in Denmark it was 1981 and in the UN 1990 and WHO 1992 (technically ICD-10 still carries a variant but that is a topic for another post) – it’s so close in time, you can almost taste it. More than half the planet has grown up believing – and not knowing any better than – this shit. Many countries still do. In some countries we, the gay and queer, are arrested and even killed.
I told you – the truth is scarier. Let’s leave the subject before it takes over this review, but just needed to wave the rainbow flag a bit – we are not done yet!
About “Seven Deadly Sins” – here’s the thing: if you are anyway near as much on social media as I am (which is a lot, but not extensively – I think…) – you will know that looots of people are extremely adept at voicing their opinions and complaints, but very rarely offer compromises, solutions and/or alternatives. They just fucking rant for the purpose of ranting. The easy thing to do is ripping something to shreds – the intelligent thing to do, is to offer solutions and alternatives, which you will find in “Seven Deadly Sins”. And here’s a point where I’m facing the same conundrum as Corey Taylor
– why is it that e.g. lust and glutony are cardinal sins – and child abuse, rape and murder is not?
It just doesn’t make sense!
I’m a bit torn whether to quote Corey Taylors Seven Alternative Deadly Sins for you…I think, I wont! I will say though, that it is my firm belief that any rational and intelligent human being will agree with the alternative sins 1-6. Number 7 might – to some – be debatable. Hey, I had a little frown myself, but ultimately lacking a better alternative for number 7 that isn’t already covered by 1 to 6 and given that the explanation holds – to a certain degree at least – I’m willing to accept it.
Yup, you are just going to have to buy the book to find out. I even got totally customer friendly and found the shopping link for you – “Seven Deadly Sins” on Amazon – and just like that, you got one Christmas present off your list.
Shit, I’m doing a book review and saving Christmas!!
A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To Heaven
Corey Taylor’s second book was probably the hardest one for me to read, even if it held the pace and rhetorics of it’s predecessor.
It may be a flaw in my fact-loving Aspie mind, but I just don’t believe things I don’t see or can’t evaluate evidence on. To me, it becomes a little too fantastic, much like someone claiming to have seen Santa Claus. Unlike make believe gods hovering above us though, I would actually like to believe in ghosts. I actually did for a long time, seeing these shadowish manlike figures and getting the occasional odd sensation of not being alone in the room. Turns out, as a doctor in psychiatry told me, that those visions (and noises) are referred to as “stressinduced mini psychoses” – a state of mind, where you for too long have been under extreme stress and/or trauma, that your mind starts making hiccups.
Now, why would I believe that rather than ghosts?
Well, for one thing, to me it just seems more likely i.e. more plausible. It is something I can wrap my head around and understand intellectually. Especially after I made a chronological timeline of my life and discovering that the periods of the hallucinations I could remember was occuring just prior to some of my bigger mental break downs (yeah, sadly I’ve had a few).
Secondly; those hallucinations are usually visions like the eleven-legged spider the size of a large cushion, faces in floors and hearing screams. I do not believe in eleven-legged spiders! Though – one night, I heard the door squeak and the floor creaking from footsteps and I almost panicked. Until I calmed myself and realized that I was surrounded by three cats that were sound asleep – and all ghost stories will have you know that animals know when their territory is being occupied by unearthly things.
Funny, how that logic works, right?
And third; and this is not theoretical or logically based, but quite honestly, I would rather trust the psychiatry and remind myself that it’s all in my head – than I will embrace the idea that an actual man – however ghostly – is standing at the end of my bed watching me as I go to sleep! Fuck the spider, that dude is creepy! But it’s a hallucination, so I’m safe.
Because however sceptical I am, reading “A Funny Thing…” is rather unsettling, because Corey Taylor is not only describing encounters, but also providing some logic calculations and assessments as to why – or rather how – it could be possible and that somehow appeals to my own “fact and logic” kind of mind. And I find it hard to disregard or counter-argue those assessments, which leaves me rather – unhinged; not knowing what the fuck to believe or make of it all.
My very best way of putting this will be to read it as either a believer in which this book will probably be your Holy Grail – or as amusement, in which this book will be one cool sort of horror story, that will possibly affect you much like “Paranormal Activity”, when it first hit the screens. There’s a particular moment where young men are being chased in a car by a man-like figure… – I might – I said might – have bitten a nail or two there.
But however you “identify” – believer or not – “A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To Heaven” is kind of a must read in the authorship of Corey Taylor. As I stated earlier, chronologically the books progress in pace and layers, so leaving “A Funny Thing…” out would be a miss – meaning; you CAN do it, but honestly – you CAN read the ending of a crime novel first too, but you just don’t. Shame on you!
Whatever you believe – Corey Taylor was put on the planet to entertain. And he does. How do I know he was put here to entertain?
Well, fuck, I have Aspergers, remember… several non-autistic professionals tell me that Aspies have super-powers and super-brains, so if you won’t take my word for it, take theirs! I know shit! Hey, I know shit about shit! Especially the shit about which I know absolutely nothing!
Seriously though – if you have doubts, google “Corey Taylor” on YouTube.
You need the book for the Christmas tree? No problem, just hit this link and make the order: Corey Taylor, “A Funny Thing Happened On the Way To Heaven”, Amazon.
Now, my food’s ready on the stove, so munching break coming up…
You’re Making Me Hate You
Can I just point out the oddness of writing about “You’re Making Me Hate You” while having Spotify in my head phones with a “Classic Hits on Piano” playlist going – songs like “Smile” and “Funny Valentine” – this is surrealism at it’s best! You know what – this is luckily my blog post, so I can embed “Smile” for you – start reading the book while listening.
Add in the warm fritters with powder sugar and jam, I just fetched…and we are officially moving away from the basic feeling of the book before us.
The third book of Corey Taylor is – almost – one big rant from the first page to the backcover. You think the title is a joke, but no! It’s pretty selfexplanatory, actually. As mentioned I already did a review on this book a while ago so I apologize for any repetitions. I could be a lazy c…person, and just link to it – which I’ve already done in the beginning – but I don’t really work that way. In the aftermath of that review, I will say this though:
- I still haven’t been to any airports and I don’t see myself getting there either.
- I still insist vigorously on NOT driving
- I should still not be allowed near children if you value their good upbringing and manners.
- I no longer smoke, so I’m only loading up on two ways to kill myself, rather than three…hey, I keep telling you – baby steps….
- it’s a small baby!
From a synoptic point of view, “You’re Making Me HateYou” one by one deals with the aspects of human life, where we tend to leave common sense behind. From being in public, at the airport, in traffic, spending money, following fashion – having children – if you get through “You’re Making Me Hate You” without being scrutinized…you’re living on the dark side of the moon, sweetheart.
But you know what – it’s okay. We are all susceptive to doing things, we really – really – shouldn’t. Like me, urging you to read this book, I’m breaking the one requirement there was to being in the “CT Legion of Doom”:
“I need you all to discourage morons from buying this book because this isn’t just about stupidity; this is about incompetence. [….] It is imperative that you make it absolutely clear to every group of assholes out there that this book is not for them“.Corey Taylor, “You’re Making Me Hate You”, page 15-16
I’m not saying that you are a moron or an asshole, but this is the interwebz and there is no telling which sick fucks are paying attention right now. So by definition I am violating that one requirement. I could pretend to be oblivious but then I’d have to lie, and I don’t do that very well. I try occassionally – don’t know why, because I always get caught!
Maybe it’s the piano music making me soft, but shouldn’t we give the morons and assholes the chance to change…before we take their limbs?!
Read the book, then you’ll get it!
As said – technically written – this is not an author that just rants and argues without offering something back. So of course you, the reader, will be offered plenty of stories, where Corey Taylor is the main character (ed. “fool”) and given the fact that he’s a pretty decent story teller, you will probably laugh at him, like he laughed at you. Or shout. Depends on your level of anger issues. Point is, he’s not oblivious to the fact that we all end up making fools of ourselves.
Which is fortunate…
I mean, if you read a book like that and the author insisted on NOT doing any of that shit, it would be somewhat unbearable, annoying, teethgrinding – and the book would go on sale faster than you could blow your nose.
Or not… considering the amount of stupid people made famous, maybe that would actually….no…
Let’s not go there…
I will not throw too many spoilers at you, but I’ll give you a little glimpse into the tone and pace of the book without revealing some of the more memorable spots, that you should explore for yourself:
“Coffee is the rabid satanic blood that pushes my brain into the pillow and gets me to squeal. Knock it off, you suggest? Go fuck yourself, I reply. I’d rather be manic than mediocre. So why am I complaining? I’m not really sure. Sometimes I just wish I could concentrate while I’m hyper-crushing.Corey Taylor, “You’re Making Me Hate You”, page 213/Hello, Pot – I’m Kettle
That’s the name of the game: concentration. I have it on good authority that I have very little to no concentration whatsoever. The sad thing is that I know I passed this curse onto my son, Griffin. For you people who can do it, how the fuck do you people do it? I’ve missed entire scenes in movies before because a bug flew in my face. I get cruising down a rabbit hole, and by the time I reach the surface again, I’m in China. I know you can’t dig a hole to China, but metaphorically speaking, that’s what I mean. Don’t argue with me in the middle of my book. It’s my book!”
It’s kinda feels like a Duracell bunny, right? I am actually quite certain that when he put the very last physical full stop in the manuscript, he still went on and on and on….in his head.
You’ll find this book at Amazon: Corey Taylor “You’re Making Me Hate You”.
“The shit we do today makes as much sense as adopting an untamed baby puma. Sure, it bundles security, wanting a pet, rodent control, and exercise motivation into one nice furry switchblade package. But that’s dumb. Anything that will eat your face whether you’re alive or dead is not a good choice to have roaming around your house while you sleep. I think that metaphor says it all.”Corey Taylor, “You’re Making Me Hate You”, p. 231/After the Bastards Go Home
“I’ll bet boners to nipple clamps that I was just like most of you: glued to CNN in pure dread as Trump’s numbers kept getting higher and higher. So many people were texting me, saying, “Is this really happening? What the shit?!” I kept myself from losing it by calming them down, saying, “Don’t worry! It’s still early. It’ll be fine! Our country can’t be that fucking stupid!” Then, by the time Pennsylvania fell, I sat stunned on my sofa, realizing that my country was in fact that fucking stupid.”Corey Taylor, “America 51”, p. 2/On the Road, Revisited
I’m guessing there’s a lot of baby puma pets in America..?!
There are too many things to say about “America 51” to do it justice in this collected review, so I might as well come out and say it: I will do a seperate review of this one, some time in 2019, when my site is fully up and running and I’m a little further down Recovery Road – and quite possibly infuriated by political debates in Denmark, as we have an election coming up before mid June. You will NOT make me put a deadline on it – not yet!
I will say this though: as you might gather from the quotation, the subject at hand in “America 51” is a little more serious, touching on the fact that at Nov. 9th 2016 the world faced the first day of knowing that a reality personality (I will not call him a “star”) was now the elected and future president of the United States (the election itself was Nov 8th, for anyone interested). To sum it up the book is a huge “WHAT THE FUCK?!” blended with love for country and countrymen.
Being Danish, thousands of miles from where it all takes place, you’d think it wouldn’t be that relevant. Well, think again. It resonates deeply with me for two major reasons:
- However little we think of the Orange Dude, it does not change the fact that this is not just an American issue – this dude gets his hands on a lot of things around the world, because – duh – he is THE representative of the United States of America, which is one of the greatest influencers on the planet. Therefore is does MATTER whether the representative of the United States is someone working for equality or say, the environment (because climate issues really doesn’t give a fuck of the lines we humans draw on a fucking map) – and this is just mentioning a few – OR if the representative is someone promoting hate, division and inequality…there are countries that pay attention to that shit (and copy it, because if US of A does it it must be okay!) and there are countries and issues that depend on co-operation – no man is an island – neither is any nation.
- It resonates deeply with me because while the book treats this as an American phenomenon, this – the signs and alarm bells – is becoming more visible in e.g. European politics as well. Do not get me started on Danish politics – I have my heroes in Danish politics, but God, some of them need to get their heads out of their asses. And some of them are promoting the exact same hate and division, that has been seen in America. It resonates because I live in a country, that I love to bits and pieces, but we scoff at the Americans for electing Trump, but by the looks of it, we are about to take the same fucking road to hell – we don’t have an Orange Dude, though – but it’s close enough. There are plenty of the politicians at Parliament that could fill those shoes. And they are just as ignorant and butt-hurt at criticism as Drumpf. But my dear, proud Viking Danish countrymen, never forget this: when you point a finger at someone else – you have three fingers pointing right back at you. Do not forget that Denmark is one of the richest and safest countries on the entire goddamn planet and from a political stand point we can’t be fucking bothered to give shelter to 1500 UN refugees! We were the ones to ensure that Muslim women were no longer free to decide what to wear. Social control is social control, whether you dress it up in religious dogmas or legislations. We are also the ones tearing down thousands of homes, because they are in socalled “ghetto” areas – while not having a realistic plan for re-housing.
But this is not the time nor the place to get lost in Danish politics – suffice to say, that “America 51” depicts a political landscape that sounds all too familiar, even on the other side of the globe. And although it would be nice to compartmentalize it, I highly doubt that our two countries are the only ones experiencing growing division between populations.
Shit, I gotta say something – Corey Taylor mentions that the election in 2016 was the worst choice ever, because none of the candidates were likeable – and that is exactly what we seem to be facing in 2019 in Denmark. If we don’t want the extreme right wing of the political landscape to have influence – we really don’t have any realistic options. Maybe when we get closer, it will be clearer, but fuck….we’re fucked!
“America 51” is, as I tried to exemplify with the quotes, kind of a natural follow up for “You’re making me hate you” – but while not actually knowing what transpired, I will dare say that this has taken a lot of re-search. This is not a book of random opinions tossed for the pigs. It is not just subjective opinions standing alone, but opinions being aired in order to try and grasp the meaning of it all.
It differs from the previous books in it’s approach – it doesn’t aim for humor per se (because essentially, what went down is not funny), but it aims for understanding and comprehending. And so it goes back and forth a bit, not to any inconvenience of the reader, quite the contrary, as it is testing a few hypotheses and throwing a few sentences up to see what sticks. It makes me think of an evening not long ago, My Lady and I were cooking dinner and I asked if the spaghetti was ready – and she took one string up and threw it at the kitchen cupboard – it stuck!
In some sence you could say that this is what transpires throughout “America 51” – checking what sticks and what doesn’t. And you are on the same journey, as you slowly start to see parallels to your own country or your own mindset or conundrums. In some sense “America 51” is the most philosophical book of the bunch – and if you have such interests, or love politics or American history, this might very well be one helluva reading alternative to “standard” genre literature.
As said, sometime in 2019, I’m gonna sit down and really work through this book, because there are so many issues to be addressed, that needs addressing, such as gay rights, the difference between prejudice and racism et al.. The need for this is global, not only American.
However easy it is to be negative about where the world is going and the state of the human mind, “America 51” leaves you with a little bit of hope and a vague rally cry about gathering the masses and finally working together, finding our common grounds and lifting ourselves up from the mess we have made.
In many ways this was Corey Taylor stepping up the game. And while the pace remains intact, the pieces and thoughts are tied together tighter. While the previous books held issues that bothered or intrigued Taylor, this book stands out because it also seems highly important to him. I don’t know for sure, for obvious reasons, but as a reader I feel as if the previous books were fun and somewhat important to write – this one he needed to write. There is a sentiment and a deep felt love for the nation that lies underneath every line and paragraph of this book. And I think anyone with a patriotic heart can relate to that.
You can find it at – yeah, you guessed it – Amazon (just because it’s the place I know, that works internationally): Corey Taylor, “America 51”.
You could also pay a visit to his own place on the webz – thecoreytaylor.com
The “Live in London” concert is highly recommendable.
Conclusion – and introducing “influention”
You cannot attach a specific genre to these books, not individually nor as a whole.
They blend the biographical genre with myth and story telling, debates with manifests, politics with psychology…
It’s a wonder how any book store manager catagorize Corey Taylor. Maybe they have a “celebrity” section and just put it there?
I’ve been thinking about a possible name for these type of books, since I started this review.
This is a product of modern age, where online presence gives everyone a voice and an opinion to be heard. When you grow to have a world renowned name and opinions, this is the outcome AND the possibilities that follows. Influencing has become easy and rapid, for better or worse. Bloggers do it, authors do it, models do it, heck!, even politicians (try to) do it.
This is more than plain communication, because the second you have a following, someone who listens and agrees, you become an influencer. And however positive that sounds, it’s important to note that it can go both ways.
You see, influencing is not as fact-dependant as e.g. history or politics, so it’s imperative to stay alert as a reader – and as a publisher accepting manuscripts.
We have freedom of speech – yes!
But all kinds of freedom come with responsibilities.
In my humble opinion the books of Corey Taylor constantly addresses this responsibility by either offering solutions and alternatives or being so extreme that the joke or sarcasm becomes obvious.
In this new millenia it has become highly important to know the difference between communication and “influention”.
Or maybe we shouldn’t label the books at all. Maybe we should just let them be books, like humans are humans and don’t necessarily need to be cataloged by race, sexualty and whatnot.
Isn’t it funny how we despise labels and yet without labels, confusion and chaos seem to be the human predicament.
Why is that?
To shed the first rays of light on that I will let Mr. Taylor have the last word, taken from a paragraph that is not only hopeful in itself – but also reminds me of my grandmother, who told me always to look for silver linings and hold on to them, like life depended on it:
“When the time comes, when the hammer falls, when the light reveals what we’ve all feared all along, will we all be willing to accept what is right in front of us? Will we be ready to stand together because it’s the right thing to do? Can we set aside our falsehoods to build our brother and sisterhoods again? I hope so. The last time our nation was this split, thousands died – but millions were freed. There must be a silver lining in this somewhere beyond the pale quality of our own stubbornness.”Corey Taylor – “America 51” – page 236