When you grow up, you let go of your past.

A past where you believed in fairy tales.

Our Republic is growing up.

You and I have felt the growing pains.

This pain is the conscious awakening of letting go of a mythical past.

There have been enough cracks put into the story of this nation that the light of truth is shining upon the interior, the heart of what we define ourselves as a nation.

Our foundations were built upon the god-given belief that slavery was a right and just part of society.

The belief that some men were more valuable than others.

White men believed themselves superior to all other races.

What this nation fought for was not the freedom of all men but of white men.

The tyranny that was overthrown on September 3, 1783, allowed the white man in this newly formed country to breathe in the freedom denied him by millennia of aristocratic sovereignty.

The Revolutionary war ended white male bonded servitude.

There was no regard, no thought given to women, let alone brown and black people.

Today 2020, brown, black, and all women are still waiting on that same freedom to be won for them.

Who put those cracks into the American story so that we can see we are not who we say we are?

Every person who swung the hammer of justice that's who.

People have been hammering on the thick heads and dense hearts of this society for a while now.

Recently COVID-19 rang the bell of justice, asking us all to take care of each other.

Only half the nation responded.

But it shined a bright light demonstrating that we don't care for our sick, the old, the unemployed, the poor.

Recently the tyranny of man reached out and claimed another soul George Floyd.

That knocked another hole in the story we tell ourselves about who we are as a people.

Who the police really protect and serve.

Every day, little holes are chipped through the shell by every person on social media.

The story we told ourselves in the past was better than the reality.

That's what stories are.

Our problem as a society is, are we writing and believing in a story of fiction or non-fiction?

Every society that has been recorded goes through an evolution.

It grows.

This society has very high ideals.

A high bar it set for itself in that original story called the Declaration of Independence.

The Constitution and Bill of Rights.

But as of late, there haven't been enough writers for a better future.

Too many prefer to sit back and dream about the past.

Too many prefer to fight against the future and worship the past.

Too many prefer to shut out change, build walls, and kill to keep equality just a dream.

Those preferences are the desires of the foolish.

What rights are enjoyed by the majority cannot be denied to the minority.

An idea which keeps getting in the way of determinism.

We are the dreamers.

We are the heroes.

We are the hope.

We can make a better world today, not tomorrow.

Today.

Now.

Even now, we are writing a new story you and I.

Let's revise our story, shall we?

Let the end of the past be the beginning of the future.

A future where all children are welcome in the story of freedom.

Peace

DFrey