However. I am going to post something - vaguely religious? - today. In reparation for my sin of sloth. So! Here goes. I don't...think...I have posted this before...
Oh. One other thing. This essay is written specifically as a plea to America, but most of it can be taken as a plea to mankind in general.
America! Oh, America! My country, my country, what has happened to you? Do you not see the sword buried deep in your heart, do you not feel your lifeblood gushing from this wound - do you not understand that unless this fatal flow is staunched it will soon be too late?
Ah, my country. You never do see the greatest perils which threaten your safety, not until they have come far too close, not until much irreparable damage has been done. Shall the groaning of the slave ever be avenged? No; though the blood of thousands, North and South, has been poured forth in expiation for that sin, even still you blush when that injustice is mentioned. The wrong was remedied, the cruelty was redressed - but not before too many innocent people, born to be free, wilted in the red dirt of the South and died beneath the sun that had beat down on their labor until it was too much to bear. You see now, America; you see how wrong you were now. Tell me, what good does it do now? Better to have seen the injustice then, and put a sooner end to it!
Friends of America, where are you? My brothers and sisters, my fellow patriots, why are you not crying out? Come, join me, assist me in this fight! Storm Heaven with prayers, storm Washington with complaints, storm human hearts with fiery love and passion for justice, that someday this crime be abolished. There is time yet, my friends; we might still see this travesty defeated, witness this banner of death go down. But first we must take action, for without action there can be no victory. Sound the alarum, my friends, sound the alarum! As Paul Revere shouted a warning in the night, as the brave abolitionists took a stand for the truth, so must we follow in their footsteps.