Lots of beautiful things grow in manure.
It is often in the absolute worst conditions that life springs up in surprisingly defiant ways, pushing back against the most dire circumstances and rewriting the story with hope when hope seems counterintuitive.
101 days ago, I stood in the streets of downtown Raleigh, shoulder to shoulder with tens of thousands of my neighbors, making a loud, plot-twisting declaration together. We marched in solidarity with millions of like-hearted hopemongers, similarly gathered in hundreds of cities throughout our nation; a fierce though grieving army choosing not to allow fear to rule the day—but to preemptively declare love the winner.
Before Day 1 of this fraudulent, illegitimate, malignant Presidency, we marked Day 1 of our shared resistance to it—
And it has been glorious to behold.
For the first 100 days of this Administration, we have sustained our fury and our focus; speaking truth into every lie, challenging every legislative assault on Humanity, opposing every ugly bastardization of Democracy, pulling into the light every hidden misdeed. From the most disparate corners of this country we have knit ourselves together and become a singular, invincible presence—transcending race, orientation, faith tradition, and political affiliation in ways that are uniquely American.
And we, together with a persistent Free Press and a steadfast Judiciary, have resisted continually, powerfully, magnificently. We have held one another together. We have held this country together. This is beyond debate. History is recording it for us. and our children.
Over the past 100 days people have become activated in their communities, given to charities, engaged the political process, launched nonprofits, come together with their neighbors, reached across lines of faith, become vocal on social media, braved family conflict—all in ways they never would have, if not for the harrowing moment we were thrust into. Necessity is the mother of the Resistance.
And in this way, oddly even this tragic point in our history is cause for gratitude—because it has been the genesis of our kinship, the fuel for our urgency, the occasion of our waking up. In other words, we are the beautiful thing now growing out of this horrible manure of a man, and we are altering the landscape.
And yet, none of us wanted to be this necessary. We’d all have preferred our nation had never faltered so terribly, and that we’d have spent these past 100 days continuing to partner with a President and Administration who were fully for its people—for all of them. We’d much rather not have been called on to protect Americans from their Government (or their own apathy), but since this is where our nation has found itself, this is also where we’ve found our voice. And now that we have—silence is no longer an option and neither is going backwards. So we move forward together, for as many days as it takes.
This President will do what this President always does on this day: he will try to commandeer the moment and redirect the attention, and make all manner of wild, reality-denying proclamations to steer the narrative in his favor—and like every day for the past 100 days, we will be there once again to remind the world what the truth is, what goodness looks like, and what America’s greatness is really made of.
These past 100 days have certainly not been the days we’d have wished for, but during this time, we together have been the nation our forbears dreamed of and died for. We the people, united and indivisible, have been the unwavering opposition to injustice, the pushback against inequality, the resistance to tyranny.
And we’re just getting started.
Happy 100th Day to the unified, undeterred majority—keeping America great.
May you continue to resist in glory.