Once upon a time … long, long ago …. America had but one voice — whether we faced outwardly — toward the world stage in alliance with our neighbors and friends — or whether we faced an internal challenge among our own countrymen.
It was a voice that was truthful, measured and compassionate, and yet firm in its conviction. Most of all, it was all-encompassing. No one was excluded. No one was left out. Democracy is about strength — and it’s about courage. And it’s about having guts.
Since the era of George Washington, we chose one person to speak and be that voice for us … even when we didn’t agree … because, after all, we were one, with one collective voice. It was important that we faced our allies with strength and understanding and were able and willing to lend a helping hand. To those who were adverse to us, we offered to listen. We offered to negotiate our differences.
On that very foundation, we began to shape our collective identity as Americans. Able to rise, ready to roll up our sleeves every morning, and get our jobs done.
Since January, we have seen and experienced divisiveness, deception, turmoil and near-chaos from our President and and his so-called administration. The very fabric of our country — our beliefs, goals and ideals — are systematically being dismantled — each one held up like a trophy before being gleefully shattered on the ground before our very eyes.
It makes me sad and it makes me mad. I am one of those people who have for more years than I care to share, gotten up every morning and put my best foot forward. “Not On My Watch” has always been my motto. And, believe me, I know there are plenty of us out there — currently working or not — that gladly contributed to that great fabric and provided some of the strength behind that great voice we have. I am angry that our President and his self-serving, billionaire Wall Street appointees have such little respect for what we contributed — and in some cases, what we continue to contribute — every day.
And for those great, self-less men and women of America, who put their husband or wives, families and careers on hold while they served our country — what an affront to those people! Do they not know that thousands upon thousands of people have died protecting that fabric — that belief system? What more could a country ask?
I feel as though I need to write a letter of apology to Japan, who was the first to extend its hand in friendship to this nightmare of an administration. And to China who has generously offered to mediate in relations regarding North Korea. To Germany for being willing to meet our President in spite of her personally being the subject of his hostile, tweeting rants in the past. And to Great Britain, whom we just outright insulted because our President just makes things up because it might make a good headline and it’s always a good diversionary tactic.
Yes, we do have to ride this ugly, old, bumpy, paint-peeling, wheels-falling-off wagon until the bitter end for whatever the future holds for our country. It is what it is.
But if you have the opportunity to speak out — to add your voice to ours — speak out loudly with strength and conviction. Let us all be The Voice that doesn’t stop speaking about truth <a concept our President has yet to acknowledge>, our compassion and lack of sectarianism <obviously towards a religion that scares the Be-Jesus out of him>, and our American honor <instead of proving to the world that he has none and never will have>.
Yes, please join Our Voice — the Voice of America — who speaks the truth — even in the darkest of days. Our Voice can be the beacon of what’s right with America.