No man is an island,
Entire of itself,
Every man is a piece of the continent,
A part of the main.
If a clod be washed away by the sea,
Europe is the less.
As well as if a promontory were.
As well as if a manor of thy friend's
Or of thine own were:
Any man's death diminishes me,
Because I am involved in mankind,
And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls;
It tolls for thee.
In the last election, I heard about the 48%, and the 52%, and the 1 or 2% until I was sick of the percentages. I am tired of hearing about the women voters and the minority voters... the retired voters and the young voters. I am not a part of any of those demographics. I am a part of the 100% Americans. Stop labeling US. What happens to one of US affects US all. This election year, I will not vote for the percentage politicians. I want to vote for a Lincoln,or a Kennedy... someone who will unite our country.
Show US a team. Show US a presidential team who can lay down the political hatchets, and pick up our flag instead of the banner of a party to run a campaign focused on the 100% and you will have my vote. Instead of every man in a party fighting tooth and nail, clawing each other until the last man standing can no longer win the general election; let US see two candidates compromise and form a team now. It would mean one would be VP, and not a Presidential candidate. But, it would mean more than that to the 100%. It would show US the unity and power of a team. It would give US vision. At the moment we are blinded by the lack of leadership in our country.
But, do not stop there. Show US that we are all Americans. Give US the dignity of race to be different and yet the same in our distinction. Tell Us that we will not be deported, when we came here by invitation. We were given a monumental invitation decades ago.
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"
America is a new colossus. We are composed of many parts, like the statue in Daniel's vision. And, I realize our feet, are just clay. But, like any body, we will no longer stand if we allow limbs to be chopped off by our "Deporter-in-Chiefs." Will a day come when our children look back on these dark days when American people, raised here beside us, were deported to foreign lands because of their heritage? Will they look back in horror at the days of our "War on Terror?" Surely they will see the irony of that phrase after 100 years have passed... war... terror... war... on... terror. How can you wage war on terror? I'm not against apprehending and sentencing our enemies, by any legal means. But, I see war as a terror not to be entered into by a back door of nationalized, legalized terrorism. War is a collective terrorism. Our own forefathers were once terrorists, according to the British government. They set fire to buildings. They killed and destroyed. They demanded freedom and livelihood at any cost. Jesus was a terrorist, according to the Roman government, simply because He spoke. As such, He was put on trial, condemned and sentenced to die. Then, he faced the ultimate indignity of crucifixion. But, He was given a trial. And, the Romans were less barbaric than US.
Today, we strike fear in the hearts of all who would oppose us with drones. We drop bombs at will on countries with whom we are not even at war. We kill people who have not even been tried and convicted. No one man should have that kind of power, to take life without a court, judge, and jury.
To those of US who do not have legal documents proclaiming your right to be in this country where you were raised. Do not make the mistake of thinking God sees you as an alien. God knows who you are. He knows your name. He knows right where you live. And, do not give up on US. Please, stay here with US. Help US to restore this great country to the principles on which we were built. Do not give up just months too soon. Help US grow this NEW colossus into something more than a fragmented rubble of percentages. After all, you are one of US.