Typewriter Series #1316 as read by me, Tyler Knott Gregson
Couldn’t we be great again, once more? Couldn’t we rise above the mess we’ve made and be the ones they stand and stare at, mouths open in awe and reverence, the green tide of envy washing upon the shores of their glances? We were once, big and strong and brave in beautiful ways, the unarmed big brother, steady handed and tender to the little sisters of the world, the courage to walk away from some fights, while diffusing the rest with the calm confidence that came from the struggle endured to become what we became. We were handouts and hands extended instead of boot heels on the chests of those too weak to force themselves up, too starved to bother. We were the pulling together, not the pulling apart, the knowledge that the same dust fell upon us all, the same depression that forced wealthy men from penthouse windows forced proud men to wait in long lines for pennies to protect those they produced. Where did we forget which Ism to throw faith into, that no matter how similarly the two are painted, when sanded down, being a patriot never looked like being a racist. We were the open arms to the big seas on both sides, to the oceans of grass and desert we were sandwiched between, we were home to the huddled masses, never the need for castle walls and moats built to segregate the freedom we forget doesn’t belong only to us. We are more than the buffoonery and blowhard bullshit clogging the airwaves and saturating the evening news, it takes more than a soundbite to run a country. We are more than the flag we hold hands over hearts to honor, more than the trumpets and twilights last gleaming, more than the pride that seems to unite us only once every two years, when some sport is played in some far off place, when we swim faster or score more or stand highest on some medal podium. We were the space seekers, the star dusted travelers brave enough to strap themselves to rocket fuel and hope, we were the first to help, and we could be again, we are more, and it’s time we were it again.