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As if you have a choice, trust we are up to the task of busting the impasse: we will find inside us a light to see that, however hard it is to admit, everyone is partially right, that the dye is not cast.
As if you fully own your voice, trust that, despite everything, we can rise above the disbelief, we will grow through the pain, however many holy cows are slain, however little money is found, despite the dialogues going round and round…
As if, for a second, you can mute the noise, trust we are all bigger than the present smarter than any academic lessons that police are flawed like you and me management just people trying to agree, youth just trying to be heard and feel as if they’re included in the wider scheme of conversations and economies.
Trust guts and brains as our guides to know what’s needed, what’s right just as much as those that hide behind suits and flashing blue lights. Trust that the emperor’s clothes were never a good fit, that his words are empty yet full of shit, that the youth’s cause is lit and will stay alight however much their ways cause fright, however much they are hit.
Trust that we can find each other through the bullets and cannon and smoke that the voices aren’t smothered and everyone is now more woke. Woke to the need to step back and listen woke to the absence of political vision. Trust that trusting will slowly build a bridge that anger won’t blind us to others’ hearts won’t rip the young and older apart won’t throw people back to their camps, stamping “Told you so!”
Trust in daring to light a lamp that the fire might refine to a single flame burning in a common body, soothed by time’s light rain. Trust that our hearts are made of steel with rubber and yeast underneath to step through the ruins of debate and around the angry embers to resist the temptation to hate to forgive the faults yet remember, the gap between the generations at times dangerously wide, yet surprisingly in places slender.