Where Are The Strong
When the unexpected tragedy falls upon us, we ask Where are the strong?
When the flood overwhelms our home, the water rises, and we ask Where are the strong?
Long days at the bedside of our loved ones, wiping away the crust from their mouths, we ask Where are the strong?
A child cries in the night, alone, afraid, in the next room, their mother is beaten, she asks…
Where are the strong?
A man is stopped in the street because of the color of his skin.
He's afraid, having done nothing wrong, but a fear he's grown up with confuses his reason.
He's afraid.
He runs.
He's shot dead by the police.
We ask.
Where are the strong?
A mother and father are raped and killed, and their child runs out into the darkness away from their home.
They run, run, through the night until they collapse.
They find their way north.
North.
They follow the story they hear of a land where mercy and hope rain down freely.
They make their way through fear and terror only to be stopped at the border of America by people who forget how to care, how to share, and how to love.
Where are the strong?
Over here in Washington, there is an administration headed by a man who is familiar with corruption.
His familiarity with corruption comes from his own mouth.
He admires tough, corrupt men.
They get things done.
He's been around "flippers" all his life…
This President doesn't see that the rules either before he became President or after apply to him.
Rules are for losers.
We who believe and follow the rules are a waste of flesh and blood.
Suckers.
Things to be taken advantage of.
This President and his defenders use the goodwill of those who follow the rules to hide their corruption.
One horrible lie after another rained out of the mouths of these people, spinning a myth greedily gobbled up by the fearful.
On and on, day after day, they spit on the face of justice and laugh, daring anyone to stop them.
Who can stop them?
We all ask, Where are the strong?
Who among us will have the moral courage to stand and do right?
Who will realize that they must sacrifice their all to make a difference?
What we fight against is a dark sickness of man's soul that has eaten its own since the foundations of the world.
This evil, this corruption, will not stop unless and until people of goodwill stand up against it and say no more, not today, not ever again.
There is no bargain with evil.
There can be no compromise with corruption.
You can't spin political partisanship enough to share a seat with fraud, graft, and malfeasance in office so that you can save your job.
Is that what it's all boiled down to?
Saving your job?
Congress…?
Senate…?
You don't want to make waves, you politicians, because you might lose your job?
When Joe got his boat out and went up and down the flooded streets, saving his neighbors, he was supposed to be at work that day.
When Alice took care of her mother, who was dying of Alzheimer's, she missed that job interview.
When Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. marched in the streets, he didn't receive his pension from the Baptist Church.
When Robert Kennedy was shot dead in LA, he didn't get the job he wanted as President of the United States.
The life you have, the freedom you enjoy, was built by hands, both great and small.
Each set of hands has set into place bricks of justice, of freedom, laid there by people just like you and me.
No different…
Rich and poor, old and young, lay there with the intent that freedom and justice for all make a better world for us all.
No one, no one, not even the President of the United States, is above the law.
If we cannot hold a corrupt President responsible, what does this government, what do our representatives, what does this country and these people stand for?
Is the Constitution just some kind of racket?
Is the Declaration of Independence just a come-on for suckers?
Is Democracy a fraud?
No.
No, it is not.
We, the people of the United States, cannot be extorted by this President.
We, as a people, do not have to do the heavy lifting alone.
No.
There is a whole nation of people, a majority that holds the truth of justice dear to them.
I've asked, ' Where are the strong? '
We are the strong.
We're the people.
We are not afraid.
Love asks more.
Peace.
Daniel J Frey aka Toby