Literature in every century has played a part in carrying the thoughts of society. It is through literary study that we see the birth and death of all great civilizations. Bards, Scietists, and philosphers give readers an up close of the most important issues of their time. Without the written word, we must also rely on visual art and archaelogical clues of how people lived and died.
Picking up the pen, though, has given us the biggect miscroscope into political and religious struggle, racial angst, and the carriage of justice amonst the people. Now is the time to document what we see in the society around us. Whether is be legislative, judicial, or public disagreements with governments at the top, those who come after us will look back through our eyes.
I weild my pen, not only as an object of entertsinment, but an instrument of opinion and a sentinel against injustice. With the deaths of Renee Nicole Goode and Alex Pertti in Minneapolis at the hands of ICE and Border Control agents, to remain silent is to deny their important in history. It is to let those in power who choose not to be held to account to get away with civil rights violations. We cannot let history slip by without speaking truth to power, and we cannot let those who have committed atrocities create false narratives in the face of clear visual evidence that tyranny is reaching unacceptable levels in a country that was one held up as the very symbol of democracy and fairness.
We must remind people that when you elect a lawless president to the highest office of a country that was once a shining beacon on the hill of this world, you open the bloodgates to lawlessness at all levels of government.
We must not allow such brutality and ignorance stand in the United States of America, for once the walls fall here, there is no clear argument for democracy anywhere else. When we drop our standards into the dust, everything else crumbles around us. This is not American exceptionalism; it is American surrender.
My pen is my voice. My voice holds the power of history's narrative. I must use the greatest means I have to tell the story of my time here on this Earth. I will do this through my poetry and prose.
~Danielle Grace
Picking up the pen, though, has given us the biggect miscroscope into political and religious struggle, racial angst, and the carriage of justice amonst the people. Now is the time to document what we see in the society around us. Whether is be legislative, judicial, or public disagreements with governments at the top, those who come after us will look back through our eyes.
I weild my pen, not only as an object of entertsinment, but an instrument of opinion and a sentinel against injustice. With the deaths of Renee Nicole Goode and Alex Pertti in Minneapolis at the hands of ICE and Border Control agents, to remain silent is to deny their important in history. It is to let those in power who choose not to be held to account to get away with civil rights violations. We cannot let history slip by without speaking truth to power, and we cannot let those who have committed atrocities create false narratives in the face of clear visual evidence that tyranny is reaching unacceptable levels in a country that was one held up as the very symbol of democracy and fairness.
We must remind people that when you elect a lawless president to the highest office of a country that was once a shining beacon on the hill of this world, you open the bloodgates to lawlessness at all levels of government.
We must not allow such brutality and ignorance stand in the United States of America, for once the walls fall here, there is no clear argument for democracy anywhere else. When we drop our standards into the dust, everything else crumbles around us. This is not American exceptionalism; it is American surrender.
My pen is my voice. My voice holds the power of history's narrative. I must use the greatest means I have to tell the story of my time here on this Earth. I will do this through my poetry and prose.
~Danielle Grace
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