Posted on | March 2, 2016 | 6 Comments
The closer we draw to November, the more sad I become.
See… here’s the thing… I love this country. I love the crazy, far-fetched, idealistic minds that created our Constitution and Bill of Rights. I mean, read this… really let it sink into your consciousness:
We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, establish Justice, insure domestic Tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general Welfare, and secure the Blessings of Liberty to ourselves and our Posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.
Do you hear the Liberty Bell ringing when you read that? Because sometimes I swear that I do. They had this dream, you know, that we could create a country where people are free to worship who they choose without repercussion. They had a dream that a country could be defensively strong and still promote peace within and take care of even the smallest and weakest of its people. Don’t believe me? Read it again. This document was crafted to create something more perfect than what they left behind. It was created to not only provide common defense of all people, but also to insure tranquility across the states. It was created to promote general welfare and, perhaps most importantly, to secure those elusive blessings of liberty.
It is the blessings of liberty that I worry most for, as November creeps toward us. See, there’s something our forefathers seemed to guess long before any of us were even a blip on the radar. They knew that there are always people who want to suppress liberty for all and grant liberty to some. That’s what they wanted to prevent. That’s the dream they held most dear… liberty. For All.
And now we find ourselves here again, in this strange little reality where a man is successfully running for president on a platform composed not of providing the blessings of liberty to all, but on strong arm bullying not just the citizens of the United States, but the world. This can not be our future, America. We are the country who gave the world hope, who gave the world a safe harbor. The country that said “it’s okay. Give US your poor and downtrodden. We will make things okay for them here.” This country that I love so very dearly has gone from men who spoke of principled dreams and ambitions for what it means to lead, to a man dropping F bombs on the campaign trail, and insisting that an entire religious group should be forced by the government to carry identification cards… you know, like the Star of David that Hitler pinned on the Jewish population.
How did we get here, America? How?
Aren’t we better than this? Aren’t we a country founded on dreams… dreams of creating a place where it’s okay to be… well… whoever you are. Even if you’re not like me. Especially if you aren’t like me. Even if you worship someone different, or love someone different. Our country was founded by people who were tired of having a government tell them what they could and could not do in their private lives. They didn’t want to be told who to worship… they wanted to be… Free.
And that sort of freedom, comes with a price. It means that in order for YOU to be free, you have to let other people be free, too.
Donald Trump wants to take freedom away from some of the citizens of this nation. He wants to tell some people that they need to flash a card and inform the world who it is they worship. He wants to draw a line, build a wall, fence in this nation that has based it’s entire existence on knocking down proverbial walls so that all men can see themselves as equals.
And if we let him say these things, if we cheer and support and laugh on cue… what’s to keep the next candidate from coming for what you believe? People are cheering when this person yells about killing people. People are cheering when he is openly mocking the way people dress, look, speak, or even sweat. People are cheering on the meanness in a way that I just never thought possible. Why are people so very angry? And better question, who has the guts to stand up and say stop. Who is going to stand up and say “enough!”
If not to Trump, then who will stop the next man or woman who rallies the angered masses and says what they want to hear. Because if you think, for one moment, that the next one isn’t waiting in the wings, you are sadly mistaken. Someone, someone right now is watching Trump speak and learning from it. Some child is watching the cheers and chants from grown men and women and learning that the new way to success in this nation is not through love, but through hate.
And that is not a lesson I want my child to learn… do you?
Better yet, do you want your neighbor’s child to learn that lesson? You know, the one whose mother and father you just flipped off on national television for being Muslim, or Black, or Hispanic. Do you want that child to learn that when he or she grows up, all they have to do is attack YOUR rights to win?
No. I’d venture to guess you don’t want that at all.
Donald Trump does not represent me or the country I believe in. And I will stand up and fight for the people he wants to marginalize. Even if I don’t agree with them. Even if we believe different things. Because that’s what being an American has always been about. I will fight for those people because they deserve the same blessings of liberty that I have.
Will you fight for them?
Our forefathers loved a dream of a nation. I share that elusive dream and dammit, I love the weird, mixed up, messed up country we live in because we are free to live it here, in any way we choose. I love this country, much as those idealistic dreamers who framed our Constitution loved it…
But I don’t think either of us like it very much right now.