I do not love the symbols of America, the flag, the military bands, etc but rather the people, the beautiful children, old ladies, and youth the whole range of American diversity.....it is not an abstract love but a concrete love of the strange kind that only in times of collective resistance to evil becomes palpable.
So mock on, cynics; the power of love to defeat your cynicism was in evidence today, in all our large cities and even in the small towns such as my beloved Santa Cruz, where even standing alone, I was surrounded by a feeling of family that brought me to tears. The last time I cried like this was when my daughter was born, the tears of joy are deep and transformative, for they show us, against our own embarrassment (which cynics are unable to overcome), that our deepest emotions connect to others in a way that the bond of anger and hatred can never achieve.
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That was my day at a big rally in a small town that I love ever so much more deeply for being the home of a huge majority of patriots and lovers of our deepest values. Camus in The Rebel asserts that when we rebel against evil, we create values (by protesting injustice, we affirm justice; by protesting hatred, we affirm the power of love) and we create the human solidarity which is the only unity that will keep us from going down the path to war.
Today, my optimism was given a huge boost by seeing how the real silent majority is no longer silent but speaking out, marching, and making Trump's pathetic inaugural look like a loser's ball.
I hear he is unhappy that the majority rejection of his rule overruled his day of glory. In my long life, every winning President has been elated, happy, smiling, very likable. Only Trump, who of course did not really win, is angry, frowning. I watched him at the Prayer meeting on TV cross his arms in rejection as the Muslim prayer was delivered. This disturbed malcontent does not represent the American People nor our most cherished values. The gathering today in Santa Cruz, and in Washington, and in thousands of cities and towns, showed that the People, or at least a robust majority, do not accept Trump the Great but stand opposed and We will no be moved. The love that binds us is stronger than the hatred which binds his supporters. Today's gathering made this truth more deeply felt than since the days when we stood up against the racists and fascists in the 60's. Our fear was transformed into love (that eventually triumphed) by our standing together.
Today I felt a connection that we have long thought lost forever between the revolutionary love of the 60's and the new movement of unity that opposes the divisive regime that we must endure but no longer silently. To those for whom these feelings are foreign and who are inclined to mock, I can say only: how sad that you have never really felt this kind of patriotism and love of country but only worshipped the symbols of power. How I pity you! How I wish that you might be transformed and join us. I am reminded of the world anthem by another martyred poet, John Lennon:
You may say I'm a dreamer / But I'm not the only one / I hope some day you'll join us / And the world will be as one."
Jimmy Carter says he has been in 125 nations and this song is sung as often in all nations as their anthems.
Today, democracy spoke out against fascism, in a gathering that turned fear and anxiety and outrage into a powerful expression of love.