A Facebook friend in Oklahoma alerted me to this remarkable and inspiring performance:
A verbatim transcript is available here.
I abided in that region of the country for over twenty years, during the transition to GOP dominance of local and State politics from previously solid Democratic control. I longed to escape to somewhere that my political preference, and support and work and help might make a difference. Meanwhile, I helped candidates and gave money and showed up and displayed signs and stickers, etc. It never made any difference. The good guy always got crushed by the bad guy. The despair was sometimes palpable.
This poem, by this remarkable artist, Lauren Zuniga, of whom I knew nothing until today, reminds me that fighting progressives stand their ground, because it is worth it, and time is on our side, if we don't kill ourselves off, first. But that's a different diary.