Jefferson, Franklin, Adams, Washington, Jay, Madison, and Hamilton, our pregnant fathers gather at the feet of an ancient Sphinx. They assemble, carried upon the wind that stirs the lungs of freedom in an ancient land. They are perplexed. Why do their descendants not add their voice to the storm of freedom raging in desert lands?
Cairo is burning. The Sphinx weeps. And We the People silently observe.
Forget the pundits; forget the State Department and the transparent political games being played. There is only one event. The human spirit in the guise of ancient Egypt has broken free of terror as hearts and skin overwhelmingly insist their dignity be acknowledged. They protest their poverty, lack of freedom to choose, their torturers. In response, insects crawl from beneath the sands of time to beat upon those who dare challenge the concrete forms posing as those who would govern. Still the crowd is sustained by one thing and one thing only - their dreams of freedom. This is the change we can believe in.
There are those "experts" who solemnly inhabit the electronic air projecting their grave countenance upon us assuring the world that we must be careful when dealing with the momentous historic changes happening in Egypt. We have been careful for a very long time and this is what our caution has begotten. We have been prudent when providing the Egyptian security apparatus with billions of dollars worth of military hardware and software. Do we truly believe that the Egyptian being pelted by tear gas that says "made in USA" doesn't notice? Do they not understand that the fighter jets flying over their homes in their great erudite and beloved city of Cairo are made in the USA? We are faced with a choice: do we want to be on the inevitable side of history or do we want to be left in the dustbin of just another failed dream.
Who are truly "We the People?" Are they only us Americans as declared in the preamble of the constitution? Maybe it is time to redefine that phrase, We the People. History is upon us once again and we are being called to respond. We are being called because we once declared,
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.
All people except those of African American heritage. They were considered 3/5 of a person. We corrected that error by the bloodletting known as the Civil War. Another change in the weather is brewing.
Our President listens to those experts who warn him of a dangerous change in the balance of power. Is that such a bad thing? What have our policies brought us so far? Support of brutal dictators and a state that believes it is civil behavior to build settlements on Palestinians' land while simultaneously trying to negotiate recognition of a Palestinian state that will ensure peace for both sides and perhaps much of the world. So our policy of arming both sides to create a so-called "balance of power" is being threatened. It's about time! In fact, our policy in the Middle East fails by all objective standards. We have armed camps everywhere on the brink of explosion. Israel's security withers away with each passing season. Our footing slips in the muddy moral waters that we have created. We can no longer hold that "these truths are self-evident." We have lost our way and the Egyptian people in the streets of Cairo are shining a light for the world to see. If our President will not say it, then we must go to our proverbial rooftops and scream that freedom lives eternally. Let us finally clear the polluted atmosphere.
We the People are "endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Happiness" and if that changes the balance of power, then so be it. Let us deal with what is, not with a template derived from geopolitical games played by adults in locked rooms.
As I sit in my warm home on this cold night trying to imagine the courage it takes to face certain pain, perhaps torture or even death with nothing but one's dignity and some stones as their shields, I open my eyes to see the Sphinx forming the beginning of a new dawn. Our founding fathers can be felt writing yet again, this time in the ever-evolving sands of antiquity.