When the Egyptians rose up, we responded, shared, rejoiced with them. When it happens here it scares us, Americans, pokes at the fear that we will lose more than we want to in knocking down something unjust, and you see people separating themselves from the action. Yet it is the same. Don’t be afraid. Anything that breaks can be remade if the foundation is good. We humans are unbelievable makers. Have faith in that, and connect in defiance of that fear.
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