I must begin by professing love for you. I fell in love with your redwoods, your mountains, and your Pacific coast. I was given heart by the kindness you showed me in the suburbs of Chicago, by the many dear friends I’ve made within your borders and by the truly great citizens you have offered to the world. I love you and I want you to be safe, free and peaceful.
I’m afraid you’ve been living a life that is taking you far from each of those things. You’ve embraced violence, injustice, blind destruction and fanaticism to a degree that makes you appear to be not yourself. You are spitting in the face of all you used to hold high. Where is the liberty and justice you once tried to clean yourself with?
You’ve been on a dangerous road for a long while, ‘Merica, but tonight you made a grave mistake and will, despite my wish for your salvation, pay for it. You allowed a vile group of men to take over your life once again. I wish for your healing and for the unlocking of the shackles of violence, greed and blindness you’ve become clothed in, but you refuse the help the world offers you and you seem unable to accept your strengths and flaws.
‘Merica, I love you still. I am deeply troubled by your choices and afflictions, but I’ll not give up on you. I’ll strengthen myself with my love and be always ready to offer you help when you realize the troubles you have taken on.
Until you’re ready to love again I’ll do what I can to convince you of the need to get back to a noble path. I’m going to write you a new story, one of hope and transformation. I pray you’ll take the time to read it, even though you’ve rejected what I live for.
May you find peace and wisdom, shade and evolution.
A devoted lover,