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In the 7th grade I had an English Lit teacher, Mr. Rumsey, who took us to the library every month to pick out a book we would do a book report on.   If you didn’t pick a book he’d pick one for yah.

Well, one month I couldn’t pick a book and he picked out Lizzie Borden (you know, the lady who killed her parents) so the next month, I was terrified of library day cuz, I didn’t want to read about a killer again and once again, I couldn’t find a book so he gave me, “A Diary of Anne Frank.” It wasn’t just one killer I read about it was an army!  I cried my eyes out.  Anne was basically, around the same age as me when I read it.  

It was a book that changed me because that girl had her life taken from her in the most horrific event I had ever read about in my young life.  She was talented and in an instant her life was gone, all because some man didn’t like her religion.  I went to school in a small town where everyone looked like me but that book changed me.  

I raised my hand when the school counselor asked who wants to go to Japan and I went.  That trip was an eye opener about the world and how different it was (in a good way).   

I moved to Los Angeles and everywhere I looked there were differences I had never experienced before from people, food and culture. Then I worked in international for 10 years and met thousands of people with a thousand different ideas on how to advertise movies to their people.   You know what I learned?   That the world is smaller than you think.   The people across the pond are just like us. We have the same dreams, the same hopes, we just live on different continents governed by different people.   We have different cultures and gods but if you look real closely, they aren’t that different.  

Does politics tire me?  Yes, it does.  It’s not fun to post day in and day out how disappointed I am but you know what you have to listen to that gut of yours.  My gut is concerned about the man who is governing us and I can’t in good conscience leave things alone.  Anne Frank died. She died at the hands of people who gassed people, who kept people in camps, who did awful, awful things.  You may think I am crazy to reference her situation to today’s situation.   You might say oh, I am over reacting but you know what?  I read that book. I made a promise to that girl I wouldn’t forget her history.  

If there is the smallest chance that this man, could do anything similar then no, no, we should not feel bad for speaking up and following our guts.   We owe it to the millions in the past who died for no reason other than someone didn’t take the opportunity to get to know them.  

The world is a beautiful.  It’s most definitely okay for us to speak up for America, our leadership, Planned Parenthood, the Planet, Science, Arts, immigration, health care or whatever else. We owe it to the people of the past.  America is already great.   Are there problems?  Yes, but WE THE PEOPLE need to work together to find common ground.   We the Republicans, the Democrats, the Libertarians, the Green Party…WE THE PEOPLE.

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