On Juneteenth, we celebrate our capacity to make real the promise of our founding, that thing inside each of us that says America is not yet finished, that compels all of us to fight for justice and equality until this country we love more closely aligns with our highest ideals.
I’m thinking today, as I do every Father’s Day & Mother’s Day, about the millions of incarcerated parents. I’m thinking of how so many of them can’t even afford to call their children bc we’ve made phone calls from prison too expensive. They, and their children, deserve better.
Elphaba: And nobody in all of Oz... no wizard that there is or was... is ever gonna bring... ME... DOWN!
Glinda: I hope you’re happy!
Ensemble: Look at her, she’s wicked! GET HER!
Elphaba: BRING ME DOWN!
Ensemble: So we’ve got... to... bring... her...
Elphaba: