As the Temperature Dropped: A Cold War Prelude in Poetic Dissent
This is a poetic deep-dive into the final breath of FDR and the quiet ignition of the Cold War. Written like a eulogy, a reckoning, and a cinematic spiral—because that’s how history really felt.
“The country was exhausted—but it wasn’t done.
And then, just past noon on April 12, 1945, the center of it all collapsed.”
This piece traces propaganda, power, fear, and fire—from Warm Springs to the Soviet clapback.
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Subject Index: FDR’s death, Cold War origins, U.S.–Soviet relations, Truman’s presidency, wartime propaganda, the Manhattan Project, American exceptionalism, post-war power shifts, historical erasure, narrative dissent, poetic political commentary.
Would love to know what y’all think—
What stuck out? What did I miss? What gets remembered wrong?