In the middle of the tumult of opinion and war of words from those that we have placed our trust to maintain our homeland and country, I wish to write to you the feelings of my heart. I remember the days where my love, respect, and devotion to you, my country, were well deserved. I grew up in an environment where truth and honor were cherished. I felt my country to be my loving compassionate father and mother, who let the burning desires of my heart flourish, a place of safety, of unity, of faith in the future, in tolerance, in love, in respect, in admiration of inspiring principles of truth and honor. I am grateful for my country for having instilled into me these principles and having shown me the fruits of such a union. We are called the United States of America and this is our true banner and moral compass. I felt we were an example to the world of what unity and true purpose could be like among diverse cultures and people.
The price we paid in blood for this unity is great. In our history, we spilled our precious blood to defend this unity here on the North American continent to assure freedom from slavery to one another. Our Civil War spilled more of our blood than all other wars combined, it was spilled on our land and taught us a great lesson. The belief that we be judged not for the color of our skin, or even the color of our political party, but for the content of our character, as so well expressed by Martin Luther King who desired his children to be able to play in the streets with mine; we honor his thoughts today with a national holiday. We have proven that we were willing to pay the price for such a resolution. Such was the nature of our upbringing and the hope for our future.
As I feel the father and mother of my homeland have taught me such noble principles while under their care, now I look on with a sense of dread as the core leadership of my country squabble, like two parents seeking a divorce. I am sure that many of the children of our nation feel the same. Many of us have experienced the pains of divorce between those we loved and appreciated. The markings are familiar and clear. Between warring parents, lies are fabricated, characters defamed, distrust and dishonor heaped upon each other, faults amplified, and arguments brought before the children that are intended to polarize and break hearts as loyalties are tested and the constant onslaught of divisive opinions expressed. If the parents are lost in such a contest, the children of such a union are torn with heart-wrenching decisions of who to believe, and great loss of security, often with impassioned pleas to their parents to mend their differences and let our family return to the way it was before.
In the past weeks, this war of opinions has left the halls of our house open to be raped and pillaged by shirtless barbarians, whose intent and purpose was made abundantly clear. Let us show the strength to get such rabble out of our house and remember again the purpose and dignity of our country. In the end, the truth will always prevail; the lies and accusations will fade away like frost to the light of day. I ask us all, “Where will we stand when this contest is over?” My hope is that we will stand on the principles upon which our union is based and forgive those, our brothers, with whom we have worked, sweated, and bled to make our country free from such barbarity. Let what we have learned lead our firm resolve to a truly greater United States of America.