Saturday, January 23, 2016
How Many Times Can You Die for Liberty?
There is a place for the loud, the fiery, the ‘troops’ who stand at the Malheurs and the Bundy Ranches and the federal courthouses. They are needed. They are the front line of the fight, and when the siren call sounds, they answer. But there is also a place for those who choose to engage in a hundred smaller acts rather than the big, ultimate one. They work in the shadows, they are willing to be the faceless, nameless cog in the machine; they are willing to be the stop on the underground trail, the safe house, the gray man behind the scenes. They are willing to learn what they do not know, train in what they cannot yet do, and be whatever is needed. They do not seek the glory of giving it all for liberty; they seek the quiet knowledge that even if the world never learns their name, they have contributed their lives, their character and their actions to the beautiful ideal of freedom. They are the resistance. And the movement needs far more of them.