One day you may find that person you love, and they will love you back.
That time when you were on top of a ladder, and that friend held tight at the bottom until your work was done.
When your mother kept you home because you were sick.
That night when you got a flat tire and called for help.
One night, it was late, a mother and a father got a call that their son was in an accident.
The nurse couldn't tell them what was wrong until they showed up at the emergency room.
Once they got to the hospital, the nurse could answer their questions.
Their son had been drinking, he had run a red light and struck a utility pole.
No one else was hurt.
The father could have come down hard on his son and told him never to darken his door again.
The mother could have screamed and yelled and demanded why her son could make her life so miserable.
They both could have made the actions of their son about themselves.
However, their son was no longer a boy he was a man.
He bore the responsibility of a man.
Of an adult.
They came to his bedside and told their son that together they'll find the answers.
Together they can weather the storm.
Together they are stronger.
A storm of another kind has found its way into the heart of America.
A storm of the mind.
A dissolution of the conscious.
A thunder of misplaced rage.
A flood of half-truths mixed with a hailstorm of outright lies.
A belief that has been cultivated by activists and opportunists of a kind of American Apartheid.
A division between them and us.
Right and left.
Good and evil.
A propaganda that your absence of economic security is because the other has taken your fair share.
The other is responsible for all your problems.
I'm here to say that's a load of horse manure.
It may grow roses, but it's hard to swallow.
This division, sewed by these opportunists pushes the buttons of the disenfranchised.
You tell a generational factory worker their job is now gone because those union people asked for too many benefits when the truth is the owner of the company whose God is profit moved the company to maximize their board's profit share.
It has been the same damn story for all of human history.
The rich and powerful, the few, continue to pit the poor, the majority, against each other.
Consequently, the majority never hold those responsible for life's misery accountable.
The powerful know they must keep the people segregated, divided, to maintain their hold on the reins of power.
Otherwise, a true democracy might break out…
They know we are stronger together.
The wind is howling outside.
For that matter, the wind is howling in a lot of homes across America too.
That wind is saying we don't need those people.
That wind says we can do it by ourselves.
That wind which whips up rage, hate, anger.
There can be no peace without honesty.
One day a man took some friends out to go fishing.
While out on that lake, a storm came up.
The people in the boat became afraid.
They started to blame each other for even thinking they could go out into the unknown.
Their fear turned to rage.
Some wanted to turn back, they were afraid of the unknown.
The others wanted to get to the other side of the lake, they were afraid of where they had come from.
Both sides blamed each other for they both believed there was no hope.
They began to fight each other.
They saw the worst in each other.
The storm was going to send them to the bottom of the sea, and it was the other sides fault.
How could we be to blame?
Then the owner of the boat, the adult, told the wind to be silent.
The rage stopped.
The boat owner told his friends, don't you see you're all in the same boat together.
Your fear is our fear.
Your hope is our hope.
Your love is our love.
We are stronger together.