February 18, 2011


They are dying. In Bahrain. In Yemen. In Libya. In Iran.

And just as in Egypt, our so-called "leaders" are saying nothing of substance.

Nothing to support.

Nothing to inspire.

And so it is up to us. Again. To show them. To tell them. To tweet them. To listen to their voices. To their screams, to support their struggle. Because here, in the West, especially in America, one sexually assaulted TV celebrity is worth more than hundreds, worth more than maybe thousands of dead and wounded in those countries. Who were born there. Who are living there.

Who are dying there right now.

Because 2011 is the year the world realizes that if you fight for your freedom, wherever you are, don't hope, don't dream that America will help you.

You will die waiting.

And no, this is not an indictment against the American people, at least not against those who are out there, on Twitter and act as human signal amplifiers for those who otherwise would die without us even knowing that they existed in the first place.

I have no names for you. Not yet. I have no way of honouring those who are out there. Not yet. If and when I do, I will try to give at least one of them a name and a story. But right now, they are on my mind and in my heart, just as everybody who struggles should be in our hearts and weigh heavily on our minds.

Follow their struggle on Twitter, follow them with their tags that tell you that they are out there, that they are real, that they could be your sister, your brother, your mother or father. Show them that you are there to listen, be it under #Libya, under #Yemen, under #Bahrain and #Iran.

For they want what you want. What we all want.

It is not just freedom. It is a better life. A life where you can wake up without fear. Where you can kiss your girlfriend, your boyfriend , your wife or husband in the morning without the fear of starvation, of torture, of thuggery and poverty.

Show them that you are there.

That somebody out here listens.

And that you are proud of them.

The soundtrack of the day is for them. It was written to honor a man who walked the walk, not just talked the talk. He had a dream. We all have that dream. We all share that dream. Because that dream tells us that we are all... human.

One man come in the name of love
One man come and go
One man come here to justify
One man to overthrow
In the name of love!
One man in the name of love
In the name of love!
What more? In the name of love!

One man caught on a barbed wire fence
One man he resists
One man washed on an empty beach
One man betrayed with a kiss

In the name of love!
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love!
What more? In the name of love!

...nobody like you...there's nobody like you...

Early morning, April 4
Shot rings out in the Memphis sky
Free at last, they took your life
They could not take your pride

In the name of love!
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love!
What more in the name of love?
In the name of love!