On an early day in February, in a quiet moment, I sat at my desk, in my study. I was warm. I was not in want. I was lucky as deaths from the virus passed 450,000.
And I thought about making America great again. Maybe he was right, that America is no longer great, but was the reason because we lost manufacturing jobs to China? Does that make a country, great?
I believe we are no longer great because we have lost our way.
America once stood for something.
Not just one thing many things.
Freedom, Justice, Equality.
It was a place of hope where people would come to, from all over the world, for the chance at a better life.
Our founding fathers, imperfect individuals, many of whom own slaves, created the Constitution and Bill of Rights because they envisioned a more perfect union. They knew that they were not capable of getting there, but they gave their children and children’s children the ability to go beyond what they could even imagine.
Lady Liberty calls to the world, Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to be free.
She does not say give us your white Christians and the rest can go to hell.
My parents’ generation, the greatest generation, fought in World War II to end fascism not to import it to our country.
Dr King did not want perfection. He just wanted to place where his children could sit at the same table. Was that too much to ask for? To sit at the same table with people who disagree with you and talk as equals.
Being great is a process not a destination. We were never great, but we were always on the way to greatness. I fear we have lost our way.
Can we believe in God and not believe;
That all men are created equal?
That we should help the widow and the orphan?
That we should welcome the stranger in our midst?
That we are stewards of the Earth but we do not own it?
Even the small plot of land where we will be buried is not ours. With our very last molecule of energy, we feed the bugs and worms and nourish the Earth around our disintegrating coffin. If our last act on Earth is one of charity, why is being charitable so hard to do when we are living?