Driving down Holtzclaw I am reminded constantly of the price of my freedom. My countryman, my neighbors, my family have taken up arms against all who threaten the sovereignty of the United States. They believed this so much that they died for this one simple word. Freedom; freedom to worship who or what they wanted, freedom to raise a family, freedom to be educated and vote, freedom to speak their mind. Over a million of these patriots have died since 1776, all of this sacrifice for a chance for their families to be free.
What would you be willing to give up for your freedom? What is your freedom worth to you? Would you be willing to march against the water cannon and lines of riot police to protect your freedom? Would you stand in front of a column of tanks defiant to the end? Would you be willing to say I will not ride at the back of the bus anymore? Would you lay down your a life for a chance that your children would have the opportunity to have a better life than yours?
Patrick Henry’s speech to the Virginia Convention at St John’s Church in Richmond speaks to this,
“It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, Peace, Peace – but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty or give me death!
Remember what the price of your freedom is. It’s a debt that never can be repaid, but renewed only through the sacrifice of a patriot’s life.
Happy birthday America,