So it begins, officially: The cruel, methodical murder of our bright-eyed hopeful democracy.
Yet there is a limit to the admittedly awesome power of the terrified rich and their terrified pawns. They can only murder the physical structure — the “body,” if you will — of our democracy. They cannot murder its soul. That soul lives within each one of us. And, someday, we will find a way to rebuild a structure through which that loving soul may be expressed.
Until then, we’ve got to bolster one another’s faith. We’ve got to express our love for one another more fully than ever before.
Think of the warmth of the company of loving souls. Think of that last gathering of Progressives you attended. Think how just a lightly-smiling exchange of glances on the street has the power to warm and sustain us.
We Progressives are the political expression of the Love (Solidarity) which transcends the bounds of intimacy.
So we are challenged, as the Darkness descends, to express our love for one another as never before. And, by doing so, to bring back the Light.
We will do this. Transcendent Love is in our Progressive DNA.
I hope and believe that the Sun will continue to be a point of light in the coming darkness. How dark will it get? How many small points of light can dispel such deep darkness — or, at least, remind us that each one of us carries the hope of democratic resurrection? One thing is sure. Each point of light, however small, is such a reminder.
Mike Suarez
Moab