In the age of social media, the instantaneous news(fake and real), the “bravery” of anonymous posters and the “truth” of trolls and bots,
I, TOO, HAVE A DREAM
I dream that convictions and opinions will not roll out of recycled demagoguery of the right nor of the left but be borne of new thinkers seeking new answers to what the old and the tired have failed.
I dream that one’s standing for freedom, for rights, for equality, for human dignity, does not shroud one’s overwhelming hate and self glorification.
I dream that the nobleness of an aspiration does not lie in the far left nor in the far right, but with those who have weighed the arguments, and like Solomon, will render what is a just verdict.
I dream that more than protests and vicious disagreements, there will be unity in the pursuit of what is just, what is true and what is beneficial for all.
I dream that more than the shoutings, the chest beatings, the hateful tweets, the condescending rhetoric, will be an exchange of ideas in search of a better life, a better world.
I dream that the bombs and the guns will be silent that we can hear each other’s voice and feel each other’s heart.