I Have a Dream
Borrowing from his presidential immorality, Trump’s peddling fake muck, racking over Dreamers, to mislabel them felons, exposes his anti-Americanism, while unknowingly disclosing, Liberty Island embraces hope far beyond our Upper New York Bay and Jersey City shore.
Dreamers are our most recent inheritors of I Have a Dream – and like us, empowered by women marching in the twenties for voting rights; the sixties: employment rights; eighties: Constitutional Equality/Equal rights Amendment ratification; 2018: freedom from sexual assault.
So, who will relieve America from the burden of marriage between self-serving good ol’ boy politicians and Wall Street Citizens United: Women — of every color, size, shape and persuasion.
Trump’s branding Democratic POV as, far more concerned with Illegal Immigrants than they are with our great Military or Safety at our dangerous Southern Border, is but derrière cover for small minds with miniscule hearts, merging forked tongue talking points with double talk fog to hide their failure to care, to govern.
A wave of female candidates, challenging male laden politics as usual, ask: who’s against separation of church and state; what’s wrong with a woman’s right to choose; where did, I Don’t Know, go with the money raised for, and disappeared by, January 20, 2017 Inauguration?
#TimesUp and #MeToo Avengers seek: acknowledgement of and believing all who’ve paid more dearly for sexual harassment than Stormy Daniels hush money.
Marching for income parity and gender equality, we knock down walled-up machismo, insisting, Too Big to Jail bankers and Party PAC hacks owe Middle Class budget reimbursement, including punitive charges for me first gluttony.
DACA recipients are diverse hues of America’s future. They are our dreams dreaming horizons yet imagined — unless by our example, we teach them national security and personal safety are at the expense of people we keep in their place, with paleface determined, predestination.
Every four years, January 20th brings possibilities – as different as, The Ugly American and, ask what you can do for your country. However, when failing our privilege to vote with empathy for all, American morality is defined by Representatives Cotton, Gowdy, Jordan and Nunes.
At 242, America, after 365 days of political lessons in misogyny, groping and money-laundering, again faces choosing truths to hold dear as self-evident: resistance to white supremacists and their enablers, demonstrations for gender and racial equality and voting to protect our electoral system from all enemies, foreign and domestic is patriotic service.
Denying democracy’s need to replenish through the evaluation of opposing points of view, is as suicidal for our Republic, as a Trump appointee. Therefore, limiting another’s free speech, no matter how repugnant to our values, we dishonor ourselves. Whether far Left university students or hard Right Hillary haters, mob-mentality is a one-way ticket to national dissolution, for anger and fear, set on automatic pilot, target with impunity, our very core.
Both, global Women’s Marches and DC March for Life are manifestations of, Peaceful Assembly and Freedom of Speech. We cannot honor one if we dishonor the other.
Women and Dreamers remind us, love for God and Country doesn’t need a wall, but rather a foundation of humane acts of kindness toward all inhabitants embellishing our Home of the Brave origin and heritage.
Recognizing what’s good for us, is the common good in common ground, imbues us with untethered courage to champion humankind’s well-being, including embracing those living in America’s five protectorates and territories – with uncommon grace.
When we are better examples, freeing the lives of military & civilian women, city girls and farm boys, from all degrees of sexual harassment — from rape and domestic violence to unwanted touching or verbal abuse – our children will illustrate the truth that lights our way forward.
If we are to preserve immigrants brought here as children, protect CHIP from being used as a GOP chess piece and defend all against racial and sexual abuse, Democrats need unite, above the fray of Big Win braggadocios cavemen, to reset both Party and nation’s table, for human decency, committed to serving only, malice toward none.
In 1941, America was attacked by a foreign power with the intent of taking over our government, brainwashing us against democracy and replacing any idea of Supreme Being, with a self-proclaimed superman.
However, united with our greatest global allies, the Greatest Generation was victorious in war and peace.
In 2016, America was attacked by a foreign power with the intent of electing its choice for our government, defaming America’s exceptional diversity with angry rhetoric, hate speech, racism, fear mongering, Muslim bans, belittling the disabled, conversion therapy and denial of environmental realities.
In the disarray of disunity reigned, apathy and claims that Free Speech was the right to succumb to a pied piper of corporatism.
Nonetheless, believing in the call of our Declaration of Independence, the evolution of our Constitution and the leadership example of our Gettysburg Address – many persisted, knowing we are most indivisible, when our Bill of Rights is free of malice aforethought — when we protect ourselves with an independent press, charged by We the People, to educate us with truth, not speculative gossip — and when we exercise our right, peaceably to assemble and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances, including, but not limited to, bullies using the bully pulpit to preach Putin talking points.
As in 1941, America again needs to trust the courageous optimism of our youth, coupled with the expertise of experience.
Millennials, looking up from devices, with a momentary glance over their shoulders, need assure Baby Boomers, we’ve got this – for now they are the seers of the gateway forward – reinvigorating our I have a Dream, into the reality of its truth setting us free from the lies we tell ourselves.
Although divisive 1860-1960 political fog rises again to choke America’s life breath, the strong can still see beyond the increasing smog – resisting, despite bearing the brunt of coal ash water, food desserts and Wall Street’s forever disappeared occupations, we will survive any attempt to blind our vision for generational renewal — inspiring all, by embracing, possibility!
We, the young at heart and open-minded lift our eyes to the skies to harness the sun, and renew life on, and of, the earth with what cannot be seen — but like freedom, is discernible by the resolve of its antagonists.
We are harvesting the very wind at our back, whisking those with eyes to see and ears to hear, into the technology of thinking ahead — before the avarice festering in the towers of all that glitters without greatness, floods both reason and land with Water Wars.
Yet, wisdom whispers, stay calm and carry on, for we see correctly who, perceive our greatness is as earthly stewards from Genesis to Revelation.
I’m not certain what we should ask of those born into 1960’s assassinations, the Vietnam War, Kent State tragedy – left behind to survive Trickle Down economics – after the lessons of The Greatest Generation were largely drowned out by, Government is the Problem.
So, I listened to the wind and the sea:
- Reread Frank Capra’s The Name Above the Title
- Remembered the enormous cultural contributions Beethoven and Billy Wilder bequeathed after they were deaf
- Unable to revisit Schindler’s List, again immersed mind, body and soul in Spielberg’s Saving Private Ryan
And discovered America’s true inheritance from April 15, 1865 and April 12, 1945.
So now, I ask, what moral infrastructure have we provided Millennials as renewable platform – for, more than preserving the legacy of Baby Boomers, it is for Millennials to protect and defend the earth from repetitive rape and pillage.
Instead of Twitter tirades, we owe Millennials debt free education, equal employment opportunity, income parity and a life sustaining environment, for only the passionately compassionate successfully resist immoral Goliaths.
Before hearing Frost and Kennedy, I was too young to know how best to talent share, but with Angelou and Clinton inaugural encore, I saw the best years of our lives begin the moment trumped thinking is solar paneled.
Sharing our foresight, humanity and thanksgiving for all life on earth, we give future generations the opportunity to inherit the wind, for the best years of their lives.