Now, I am not going to talk about how abominably illiterate the current President of the United States is. He doesn't know history or literature or art or government. No, I'm not going to talk about that tonight.
Saint Marty is going to let a person who knows something about Frederick Douglass have the last word:
by: Robert Hayden
When it is finally ours, this freedom, this liberty, this beautiful
and terrible thing, needful to man as air,
usable as earth; when it belongs at last to all,
when it is truly instinct, brain matter, diastole, systole,
reflex action; when it is finally won; when it is more
than the gaudy mumbo jumbo of politicians:
this man, this Douglass, this former slave, this Negro
beaten to his knees, exiled, visioning a world
where none is lonely, none hunted, alien,
this man, superb in love and logic, this man
shall be remembered. Oh, not with statues’ rhetoric,
not with legends and poems and wreaths of bronze alone,
but with the lives grown out of his life, the livesfleshing his dream of the beautiful, needful thing.