
I dream the dream that lay within the hearts and souls of our founding fathers even before they sat foot upon this country we call The United States of America. From this moment forward I will not put my faith in the reality of hypocrisy and oppression. I choose instead to dream the dream that came to life through the sacrifice of the founders and all those who dreamed a possibility far larger than one of exclusion and oppression. I choose to dream the dream that would not die and in fact, expanded its capacity for caring, as men, women and children were spirited away through the tunnels and byways of the Underground Railroad. I choose to behold the dream’s power as women across the nation came together in purpose and community, sacrificing normal life, and often the support of their families, to gain the right for each woman to vote. They seized the inherent power within over the society’s story of powerlessness and added another layer of reinforcement to this American dream. I choose to believe in the students, the organizers and the everyday citizens who could see the splendid necessity of inclusion and whose spirits would no longer tolerate sitting at the back of the bus or a system that required anyone to do so. I choose to see the dream where everyone, black, brown, yellow or white … gay, straight, or bi-sexual … physically or mentally challenged … Christian, Jew, Muslim, Hindu, atheist, agnostic, any and all beliefs ... male or female or somewhere in between … young or old … where everyone is loved and appreciated, and held in the highest esteem. Where each and everyone is deemed worthy of living the dream. Gayle Gregory