“I would call him Napoleon, but Napoleon made his way to empire over broken oaths and through a sea of blood. This man never broke his word. I would call him Cromwell, but Cromwell was only a soldier, and the state he founded went down with him into his grave. I would call him Washington, but the great Virginian held slaves. This man risked his empire rather than permit the slave trade in the humblest village of his dominions. You think me a fanatic, for you read history, not with your eyes, but with your prejudices. But fifty years hence, when Truth gets a hearing, the Muse of history will put Phocion for the Greek, Brutus for the Roman, Hampden for the English, La Fayette for France, choose Washington as the bright, consummate flower of our earlier civilization, then, dipping her pen in the sunlight, will write in the clear blue, above them all, the name of the soldier, the statesman, the martyr, Toussaint L’Ouverture.”
-Wendell Phillips
When I was eight years old, my father took me to a US citizenship ceremony when one of his scientist friends, originally from India, was being sworn in as an American citizen. It was mandatory (according to my parents, not the government of the United State) that I wear a tie.
A chatter asks Hasan how to fight the urge to harm themselves and he gives the best answer: "If you can't find hope, let spite be your motivator. You gotta live out of spite. SSRIs probably help, too. Also food." My streamer. 🤍✨
My mayor Muslim
My bagels Jewish
My mayor also socialist
My congresswoman socialist
My city councilwoman socialist
My state senator socialist
My assembly member socialist
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