Try to remember we’ve been through this before. There is no use forgetting the blood in U.S. soil. All the rape that happened here. Servants and slaves. Native American murder. It has always been this way. We feel the ghosts. There have been small reckonings, but I see a nation of people trying to forget. A nation of people trying to build culture from betrayal.
I see many broken hearts.
But remember you are alive. Your heart is broken but it is beating blood. And the hearts of your children are beating blood from you. I see people try to change things, to be good citizens. They fight for equality and love. They struggle for a clean and just environment. Nobody said it would be easy. But aren’t all rewarding things hard? Mothers, didn’t your body contract in pain as you pushed your beautiful baby into the light? You fought there in your body, didn‘t you? And you will fight now. Now before everything we worked for is lost.
This may be the time when all fights become one fight. When the battle over clean water becomes the fight for all things good. Worker, didn’t you stay late to finish the job in the dark? Farmer, didn’t you beat yourself against the land while the land beat back at you? Teachers, activists and parents have been leading double lives for a long time now.
We are not going to make America great again. We have to make America great for the first time since early European businessmen came here with their economic model that replaced culture. Now is not the time to lie down in despair. Lay down your body in protest. Lay down virtues you will live by, lines you will not cross.