When is the right time to speak out?
I have the wonderful honor of being able to work at my dream job. If anyone had asked me ten years ago if I would ever be able to make a living off my books, I would have laughed in their face. Yet, that was exactly what happened.
I know that I am supposed to write my books. Ones that, hopefully, are enjoyed and let the reader escape from life for a while. Never did I think that there would be a time where I felt it was imperative that I would have to take off my author hat and get political.
I swear that if I hear the word unprecedented again I am going to vomit. Yet, I am about to use it myself. Why? Because our so called leader is tearing this country apart at an unprecedented rate.
With a few strokes of his pen, he has signed in several executive orders. Many of which have already had devastating effects. One attacked female reproductive rights and another banned Muslins from certain countries from seeking refuge in America.
I’m not going to go into too many details or continue to rant. There are plenty of other people who do it already. I will tell you that I share your fears. This is unknown territory that we are entering and we have a thin-skinned, clueless, heartless man driving the bus.
So, where do we go from here? Do we hide out? Pull the blanket over our heads and hope that the monster goes away?
To all those I answer—Hell no! America was founded by brave people who weren’t afraid to take a stand and fight. No, I don’t mean we have to grab our muskets. What I am saying is that our words can be so much more powerful than any man made weapon.
So, speak up. Don’t back down. Go protest. Call your congressmen every week for the next four years. Continue to fight and don’t stop the momentum. We need to keep on going until our voices are heard.
Most of all, we need to gather together and offer each other support. With our combined strength we can and will win this battle. I think that it will, also, make us so much stronger.
I will close with this:
First they came for the Socialists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Socialist.
Then they came for the Trade Unionists, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Trade Unionist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I did not speak out—
Because I was not a Jew.
Then they came for me—and there was no one left to speak for me. –Pastor Niemöller