Thursday, July 5, 2012

Thoughts from a questioning, speculating, curious, fascinated, and easily distracted barang…


There are so many things I don’t know.
But I do know that I am privileged to be in this place today.
In a country that is fighting for freedom.
In a land where people are crying out and demanding liberty and dignity.
And for such simple things – respect for themselves and a roof over their babies heads.
This is not a land of “free speech” I do not even know if such a place truly exists.
But it is a land that inspires courage and audacity.
It is a land that awakens your soul and does not allow you to remain unchanged. 
It is one thing to grow up hearing of stories and adventures, of quotes and songs about liberty and fighting for justice.  Some true and inspirational and some fictitious, invented to foster patriotism, some so greatly altered from their original circumstances our “forefathers” are smirking in sardonic delight. 
It is completely different to be surrounded by these stories in the actual process of their creation. There will be no falsification necessary.  The land evictions taking place here that have left so many homeless and destitute have aroused a sleeping giant.  Courage and bravery emanates from the faces of women, grandmothers and daughters, mothers and sisters, the ones already responsible for so much and now responsible to stand up for the very basic human.  History is being made by a young generation of powerful and inspiring individuals, a generation of people more than capable of overcoming a horrific past, a group of young people seeking to give back to their families, to their country, to the less fortunate around them.  Nobody will stop them.  We would be so lucky to learn an ounce of courage from observing them, we would be so blessed to stand beside them while they shine. 
Even from their prison cells. 

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