Let them come to U.S.
Let them come to Washington and see us.
Let the world come and see how a great democratic republic functions.
Let them come and see how those whose ancestors were formerly enslaved can now march in freedom, to present their grievances before a nation of listeners. More importantly, let the world come and see that, in spite of continuing tribulation and repression, the flame of hope still burns bright within them.
Let the world come and see a nation whose men and women and children, the grandsons and granddaughters of former slaves, the grandsons and granddaughters of former slaveowners, can now join hands on a ground that is nationally hallowed as a sanctuary for freedom.
Let them come and see U.S.!
Ich bin ein Americano.
Let the world hear the message of a free people, a people set free from slavery.
Let the world notice how we handle our divisions, how we tolerate our differences, how we strive to establish justice among us.
Let the world take note of what happened on our national mall today while thousands were gathered at the Lincoln Memorial.
Let the world compare.
Let the world compare the free assembly of our people to other gatherings in other parts of our troubled world. . .
. . . gatherings in, say, Cairo, or Damascus, or Tehran, or for that matter Beijing.
Let the world compare.
Let the world hear the message spoke there at the Lincoln Memorial today, the message of a young woman, Bernice, a daughter of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
She mentioned an ancient ally, our “brother” Nehemiah, whose people had, long ago, taken on the task of rebuilding the walls of Jerusalem, so that they might be defended against enemies,
after a benevolent Persian (Iranian) king had released them to do so.
And let us take note, as Bernice hath mentioned, that in the ancient writings it is recorded that:
when the people of Israel had spaced themselves along the wall to repair it, and found that the distances between them made the tasks of productivity and defense difficult, their leader Nehemiah instructed them, if they found themselves in difficulty or under attack, that they should gather at the sound of the trumpet to unite and to defend themselves and their work
Let the world know.
Je suis un Americano.