The Mountaintop Hope Tour

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not changed, but we were given a glimpse of what we, as a society, could be.<figure id="8bd9"><img src="https://cdn-images-1.readmedium.com/v2/resize:fit:800/1*0oxB5r_VIQxa3nqXqscreQ.jpeg"><figcaption></figcaption></figure>Eight short years of the Obama Administration was not the end of our fight…it was, quite literally, just the opposite. For 8 years we reached the mountain top and were able to peek out over the so-called “promised land”. Sadly, we were only tourists (hopeful tourists, but tourists nonetheless) who were taking a “Mountaintop Hope Tour”. and only visitors in that promised land. Looking behind us, down the mountain, we see where we came from. We see the past. Looking ahead of us, we see what could be. We got a glimpse of the “Promised Land”. We loved the view….Eventually, our Mountaintop Hope Tour ended. We had to turn around and carefully walk back down that mountain…back in time. We didn’t want to go back to what America used to be…it wasn’t great. The mountain was steep, but with our heads held high, we began the descent, kn

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owing that we would return. Our footing was strong, our resolve was stronger. That is until we felt two small hands violently shove us, sending us tumbling, uncontrollably, all the way down the mountain.So, now, here we sit. We are hurt, out of breath, bloodied, bruised and covered in dirt.Whoever those baby hands belonged to may have succeeded in weakening our footing, but never our resolve. As I write this we are scheduling the next “Mountaintop Hope Tour”. We are reserving a spot or two or three…we should probably start thinking about group rates and season passes.Why? You ask…This is why. We aren’t going anywhere, except back up to that mountaintop…and this time, it won’t be a tour…it will be an occupation. We are taking back what is ours. The Promised Land is the land that love built, and fear tried to annihilate. We won’t let that happen. While we may be injured and in pain, WE ARE NOT ALONE. As Maxine Waters put it, “there is nothing like a wounded animal.”See you up there…</article></body>

The Mountaintop Hope Tour

We know this speech. We have studied this speech. We have taught this speech. Most of all, we have been inspired by this speech, for it came from the same fight we fight today. We understand and somewhat relate, to the emotion behind those iconic words. We realize, as activists, that we are not alone in this fight. For centuries before us, our ancestors fought so that we may exists to fight another day….that day is today. Its comforting knowing we are, now, a part of the same legacy that inspired us to do this work in the first place. It’s nice to know we are a part of something much bigger than ourselves. On one hand, we are proud to know that we are fighting the good fight. On the other hand, it’s beyond devastating to realize that our fight is, actually, the exact same fight that MLK is speaking of. In other words, nothing has changed. It almost did. Well, no, not changed, but we were given a glimpse of what we, as a society, could be.

Eight short years of the Obama Administration was not the end of our fight…it was, quite literally, just the opposite. For 8 years we reached the mountain top and were able to peek out over the so-called “promised land”. Sadly, we were only tourists (hopeful tourists, but tourists nonetheless) who were taking a “Mountaintop Hope Tour”. and only visitors in that promised land. Looking behind us, down the mountain, we see where we came from. We see the past. Looking ahead of us, we see what could be. We got a glimpse of the “Promised Land”. We loved the view….

Eventually, our Mountaintop Hope Tour ended. We had to turn around and carefully walk back down that mountain…back in time. We didn’t want to go back to what America used to be…it wasn’t great. The mountain was steep, but with our heads held high, we began the descent, knowing that we would return. Our footing was strong, our resolve was stronger. That is until we felt two small hands violently shove us, sending us tumbling, uncontrollably, all the way down the mountain.

So, now, here we sit. We are hurt, out of breath, bloodied, bruised and covered in dirt.

Whoever those baby hands belonged to may have succeeded in weakening our footing, but never our resolve. As I write this we are scheduling the next “Mountaintop Hope Tour”. We are reserving a spot or two or three…we should probably start thinking about group rates and season passes.

Why? You ask…

This is why. We aren’t going anywhere, except back up to that mountaintop…and this time, it won’t be a tour…it will be an occupation. We are taking back what is ours. The Promised Land is the land that love built, and fear tried to annihilate. We won’t let that happen. While we may be injured and in pain, WE ARE NOT ALONE. As Maxine Waters put it, “there is nothing like a wounded animal.”

See you up there…