“Doesn’t matter what the press says. Doesn’t matter what the politicians or the mobs say. Doesn’t matter if the whole country decides that something wrong is something right. This nation was founded on one principle above all else: the requirement that we stand up for what we believe, no matter the odds or the consequences. When the mob and the press and the whole world tell you to move, your job is to plant yourself like a tree beside the river of truth, and tell the whole world — “No, you move.” – Capt. America
July 4, 1776. A small group of brave, determined men put quill pen to paper and wrote a few heartfelt words that would spark a revolution and change the face of the world.
Dec. 7, 1941. Across the ocean a madman in a uniform slaughtered thousands. On a quiet morning in Pearl Harbor a surprise attack on the U.S. Navy plunged America into World War II.
Sept. 11, 2001. Islamic terrorists took control of four passenger planes, crashing three into the World Trade Center twin towers and the Pentagon. Passengers in the fourth plane overpowered the terrorists and redirected the plane from its original target, crashing into a field in Pennsylvania.
I was 13 when I watched on television repeat as smoke poured from the twin towers – too young to understand the significance of the buildings, but old enough to know our world would never be the same.
Fourteen years later, I watch as nine justices on the Supreme Court toss a match on a keg of latent gunpowder and gunmen massacre innocents and people riot on the streets and churches go up in flames. I feel like that 13-year-old girl staring as my country goes up in smoke. I watch and my heart hurts and grieves for who we once were, who we’ve become, and who we should be walking into the future. My countrymen are tearing each other apart from the inside, while across the tossing ocean once again madmen slaughter thousands.
My fellow Americans, we live once more in dark and desperate times. Our courage cannot fail us. Our integrity cannot be compromised. Our conviction cannot waver. We cannot forget the vision of those few brave men who dared to put pen to paper, sign it with their blood, draw a line in the sand and say, “No more.” We cannot be lesser people than the hundreds of thousands who gave their lives to protect their families on the home front and stop the deadly march of Axis powers.
Courage isn’t always running into a bullet. Sometimes it’s planting yourself on a rickety bus seat and refusing to move. It’s looking your friend or brother in the eye, and saying with love, “I cannot agree.” Now, like many times before in America’s proud and ugly and tumultuous and noble history, we must come together and stand on the Biblical principles that founded this great nation. We must remember who we are and let our convictions give us courage and, no matter what anyone else says or does, choose the right thing.
I still believe in the dream of the United States of America. I still believe in one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. And because I still believe, this I know to be true:
There will never come a time when we don’t need one man or one woman, or a small group of courageous souls, who are willing to stand up for truth and do the right thing, no matter the consequences.
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness… When a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security… For the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.” Excerpts from the Unanimous Declaration of the 13 United States of America. July 4, 1776.