Friday, July 13, 2018

How Queer Eye Makes Things Better

Television has had a profound impact on my life. This medium was an important window into American culture, that taught me things about traditions and customs that were not reflected in my home life growing up with immigrants as parents. Like all kinds of art, some shows age better than others.

I Love Lucy is one of my mom's favorite shows, and we would watch this show together on summer afternoons. Lucile Ball’s character on this show was multi-dimensional, at times seemingly dim-witted, but at other times smarter than her husband Ricky. Slapstick at times, what was really at the core of this show was a relationship between Ricky and Lucy built on love and mutual respect. I don’t ever remember being told that they were an interracial couple, and the first in a television sit-com but I always knew that there were, and this fact had a profound effect on how I saw marital relationships and the possibilities for love in my own future.

Simpsons has not aged as well for me.  There was a time in my life when I would watch two Simpsons episodes a day. I value the times sharing this show with my brother, and there are important and profound lessons that are taken from this show (e.g. Moaning Lisa).

What has become clear as I have rewatched this show is that the evolution of Homer from a well-meaning father into a boorish oaf, and this show’s poor handling of the Abu character, and the controversy surrounding the portrayal of this character has revealed that this show’s true character is not it’s warmth and heart, but focus on quick laughs, and often mediocre satire without meaningful commentary. (Don’t get me started on Family Guy. I used to watch this show all of the time and even defended it. Now I believe it has contributed to some of the baser and more harmful attitudes and viewpoints in our culture.)

We live in an age of reboots, sequels, and referential art. The unimaginable has happened. Star Trek was recast, Full House is going strong, and Stranger Things wonderfully riffed off of everything that was awesome about 1980s pop culture in an innovative and creative way. When I saw the first image of Wolverine from the first X-Men film, I geeked out like you would not believe. Now, I’m not surprised about projects, and not even that excited when something I enjoyed in the past come back, which is why I didn’t really think it was a big deal when Queer Eye came back.

Queer Eye For The Straight Guy ran for five seasons starting in 2003. It came at pivotal time in my life right after I graduated from college, trying to figure out what it meant to be an adult, and continuing my journey of become secure in my masculinity, and knowing what it meant to be a man.

The show’s basic premise was that five gay men would give a straight guy a makeover. They each had a specialty. Ted covered food, Kyan helped with grooming, Thom did interior design, Carson helped with fashion, and Jai would help with culture. Like other makeover shows this was a feel good kind of show, but the obvious twist is that it was gay guys giving advice to straight men.

Let’s think about that for a second. Gay guys, homosexuals giving advice and makeovers to straight men. For generations, the greatest fear of fathers was that their sons would grow up to be gay, and that they would be seen as anything but masculine. The pervasive stereotype was that gay men were everything that straight men were avoiding. So it was shocking, and crazy the idea that straight men could be better straight men from listening to gay men.

Queer Eye sought to prove that there were things that straight men could gain from gay men, and gay culture, and that in doing so this it didn’t make you “gay."  Over five seasons Queer Eye proved this over, and over, and over. Learning how to cook and understand food from Ted empowered men to enjoy the wonder and magic of cooking. Kyan showed men that moisturizer, and a well-groomed beard, didn’t make men into women, it made them more appealing to women. Thom proved that putting posters in frames and matching furniture to paint color elevated expressions of masculinity. Carson pushed men to understand that you could have fun with color, and that every man, regardless of body time looked better and more manly in clothing that fits. Jai, oh Jai, sometimes I wondered what he actually did when Thom was busy trying to redo and entire house.  His contributions were important, showing straight men different parts of culture, and activities they could explore with their loved ones.

One of the reasons that boys and men struggle in our culture is because straight definitions of masculinity are so narrow. While women in our culture have more challenges in almost every single way, women are free to adapt men’s fashion, but the opposite is not true. Riding the wave metro-sexuality or driving it (I’m not an expert on fashion).  While many men still hold onto homophobic ideas,  there are more colors in the men’s sections of clothing stores than ever before.  Many men will not want to admit that there lives have been enriched by gay culture, (in some ways they have always been), but Queer Eye made this effect more clear, more prominent, and more meaningful.

Queer Eye went away. Like some of the best televisions shows of all time, it didn’t overstay it’s welcome, and in some ways it felt like its job was done. There was a feeling that hearts and minds were won, and with legal victories around marriage equality and milestones in the LGBTQ community, things felt pretty good from where I was sitting.

This bubble of optimism, and the feeling that progress was inevitable, were taken away slowly at first and then violently ripped apart when the 45th won the election. Every month, every week, and seemingly every day, he tries to tear apart what Queer Eye celebrated and built. He is anti-LGBTQ, and has made efforts to revert ideas of masculinity back to generations past. The trans military ban, not acknowledging Pride Month, allowing his own party which recently has been making steps to ban homosexuals from adopting children, are all actions of homophobia, and transphobia. President Obama who expressed his masculinity by being a feminist, a caring father, honoring women, being kind and showing sensitivity. The current guy expresses masculinity by being rude, insulting people, treating women poorly.

As we’ve worked through this trauma, this dramatic shift in the representations of masculinity in the White House, it has become clear we needed something. Before I even imagined what could help, and what we needed to work through some of these issues, what I needed to process all that was going on, Queer Eye came back.

The new Queer Eye is different. They are in the south, sometimes the deep south. There are some very challenging situations that go well beyond a simple makeover.  In some ways the people who are being made over, are more open to the advice and the makeover.  The bridge building goes both ways.  Let’s stop for a second and consider what it means for a southern straight man to take the advice a gay Muslim with such openness and enthusiasm.

This wonderfully diverse group of men are smart, sensitive, great listeners, and kind, exemplifying everything I strive for to be as a man.  Important conversations about loaded topics like Black Lives Matters and trans identity happen with care, and an intent to build bridges.  Answers are not always given, but human connections are made, and the power of listening, understanding, and empathy are on clear display.

Both version of Queer Eye challenge straight people to reconsider “gay-ness,” as a comedic act but to laugh with these authentic expressions of personality.  In the wrong context these mannerisms can be hurtful and prejudicial, but in this show these expressions of individuality are authentic, and joyful.

There is so much work done on this show about masculinity whether, it’s through a person who is trans who doesn’t know how to be dress like a man, a dad who doesn’t know how to connect with other dads, or a mother trying to bring her gay son back into a religion that he feels has reject him because of his sexuality. All of these examples speak to the struggle, the anxiety, and journey to develop their own masculinity that so many men ignore.

One of the main reasons men are unhappy, struggle with fatherhood, treat the women in their lives poorly, is because they aren’t doing the work of the exploring their masculinity. It’s in this journey of discovery and reflection, that men become relieved of the burdens of insecurity, and fear that limits so many men from being authentic selves.

I am grateful that I live a world with Antoni’s creativity, Tan’s sensitivity, Karamo’s empathy, Bobby’s passion, and Jonathan’s amazing hair...I mean his incredible ability to see the inner beauty of people and bring it forward.

Queer Eye is proof that we with optimism and empathy, things can and will keep getting better.
You came into my life
And my world never looked so bright
It's true, you bring out the best in me
When you are around 
All things just keep getting better!
The days keep getting better
Nights keep getting better
All things just keep getting better!

Monday, July 9, 2018

Parenthood: Week 275 - Bathtime In the Summer Of 2018

There are acts of childcare that tap into primal feelings that trigger animalistic instincts and deep emotions. When these things go well, they calm and bring comfort, and when they don’t they bring sometimes irrational levels of stress and anxiety. This is why parents stress so much about feeding their children. In most modern day middle-class households children are not going to go hungry, but we get very concerned when kids don’t eat a good dinner, even though they will be fine. This is why you find babies overly wrapped up and sweating in winter clothing. Feeding and keeping your children warm are very basic instincts we have as humans, and the other one is keeping our children clean through bathing.

Bathing your another human being is a wonderful act of care and compassion. It bonds parents with children, and can be a great moment of joy. Many babies immediately love splashing water during baths. Bubbles are magical and the feeling of carefully moving through the process of bathing is an intimate and beautiful way of saying, “I love you.”

When bathing is not in an idea situation it bothers us. I’ll never forget this picture of a newborn being washed in a refugee camp.  It’s one of the most impactful images I’ve seen in my entire life. It’s an effort to do something so meaningful, and done with in a situation that no baby, no human being should have to endure. This photo is expression of our failure as a race, and a country to use its privilege to provide for this child the dignity of a bath done in a place that is warm, comforting, and truly a home. When children are robbed of this, it shakes us to the core.  It's like the image of a cold child, or a starving baby. These images tap into feelings we try to ignore, but are emotions we really should lean into to better understand our own humanity.

Ollie and I have been through different stages of care related to his bath. At some points Diana took the lead, other times we switched off. There were baths done in the kitchen sink, then done in a little inflatable tub inside of a bath tub. As he got older he got full on baths, sometimes bubble baths, and for a while I took showers with Ollie. He let me know he was ready to move on from that experience about a year ago so now I give him a half baths. I turn on the facet, he sits in the bath, and the bath fills a couple inches as I help him get clean. Sometimes he’s interested in toys, others times he just chills out. Since Ethan has entered our lives, Ollie’s baths have primarily become my duty. Usually Ethan nurses during this time.

Ollie is five years old. He can pretty much give himself a bath, but I still do things for him during this process. Why? Well, because I like to, and while maybe I should push him to do more by himself, I don’t mind it. He does so many things more independently every single day, and sometimes doing things for him isn’t such a bad thing. You can disagree and that’s fine, but I like bathing my boy, and it’s a way that I show that I love him.

For about a week and a half bathtime has become filled with anxiety and fear for me. The stories of the suffering of children who have been separated from their parents at their border has never left me since I became aware of this atrocity. It comes out here and there but it’s never deep below the surface.  I try to move forward through my day and not dwell on it, but during bathtime I haven’t been able to move past these thoughts and I experience a waking nightmare in the bathroom with Ollie.

I image Ollie in one of these facilities separated from me and Diana.  For some reason what disturbs me the most is imagining him struggling to give himself a bath or a shower.  I feel guilty that I’m not pushing Ollie harder to be more independent during bath time, and that I have not prepared him at all to care for himself without me and Diana.

Yes, this feeling of guilt and fear is illogical, and preposterous. I can get Ollie to give himself a bath more independently, but it shouldn’t be in preparation for him to survive without us.  No parent of a five year old should be raising their child with the idea that you preparing for them to live on their own. No parent should be doing this, and no child should be yanked away from their parents and have to survive on their own, but it’s happened.  It's not fixed, there's been no meaningful apology, and no one has been held accountable for these actions.

I get the empathy gap. You don’t have sympathy for gay people because you aren’t gay. You don’t care about Black Lives Matter because you don’t know any black people. I’m saying I accept people’s empathy gap’s as accepting ways of human behavior.  I'm not saying it's ok.  However, I cannot understand how every parent in America is not wrecked to the core about what is happening to these kids. It’s probably a race thing. If there were white cute blond toddlers screaming for their mothers while being separate from their parents in English maybe there would be complete outrage in our society.  I don't need that representation to feel something.

Maybe it's easier for me to feel something because my kid is a shade of brown, and I am my parents were immigrants.  I don’t care what language cries occur, a child's expression of sorrow transcends language. I cannot look at my children and not imagine them in these horrible situations. Whatever rationale people use to push away any empathy for these families and these kids is working against exactly what makes us human, and must be rotting their souls away.

Similar to this nightmare I had about Ollie that I wrote about in this post, when I finally told Diana and she hugged me, bathtime went a lot better for me.  It was one of moments when all I needed was validation to process my fears and be able to focus on my kids.  Being able the focus on the job I needed to do as a parent and do that well makes me more able to productively think about how I could make this situation better for these families.

It’s not productive to focus on worst case scenarios. However, it’s important that we as parents let ourselves feel the fear, and struggles of other parents in our community, in our country, and in the world. These feelings takes us to dark places, and it can feel like it’s wrecking us from the inside out. However, it’s these moments of discomfort and profound sadness that nurture empathy for others and helps focus and honor the privilege of time and presence that we have with our children.

Friday, July 6, 2018

4th of July – 2018

Not everyone who lived in the colonies when the United States declared its independence wanted to be free of the British. The founders did not agree on important issues related to economics, freedoms, and other important issues like slavery. Americans fought each other during the Civil War, and people continued to fight each other. Every single step our country has made to become more free, equitable, and more just has been a battle.

Women had to fight for the right to vote, and continue had to fight for the right to be treated as equal citizens. It seemed like when I was a kid growing up in the 1980s it seemed that this war was done. However, I’ve come to understand as an adult that there are still battles to be fought, minds to change, hearts to win over, and people, who fear change, to leave behind in the dust.

It is human nature to not want things to change, to fear what is different, and to feel that bringing in others, compromises the strength at the core of our society. It is these fears, that people have manipulated for person gain, and exploited to maintain a status quo that discriminatory, and damaging to our national character, and American identity.

It was independence day on Wednesday, a day when we are suppose eat hot dogs, drink light beer, watch parades and feel proud to be an American. While I’ve always carried shame with me about America’s past and current sins, I haven’t felt more ashamed about the actions of our government than I have in the almost two years. There may some who find this statement unpatriotic, but I would argue that shame of our country, reality is essential to patriotism, and the progress of our country.

We feel shame when we feel responsibility. We don’t feel shame when other people do bad things, we feel shame when we mess up, when someone who love makes a mistake. I feel shame about choices Americans have made, and choices this current administration has made, because I feel a responsibility as a citizen for the country I call home.

To truly understand American history is to know that conflicts between different ideas has always existed in our country. There was never some magical time when everyone in this country agreed on the best path forward. What’s different now is that there is not even lip service coming from the 45th that we are working with this tension, finding common concerns and fears to build bridges. Instead, he continues to use divisive language in an effort to strengthen his base.

We are country of conflict, of tension. It was in our founding, and it’s never left us. Maybe the reason that we are like this as a country is because we value our independence so much. We put so much stock in the fact that we separated from the United Kingdom, as if they were the most evil empire that every existed. Like the young adult who becomes independent of their parents, America made many of the same mistakes of the United Kingdom, and some wrought with far more degrees of damage. Maybe, we are putting too much stock in the idea of independence.  Because now more than ever, we are interconnected, and we are dependent on each other to create a society that is more free and more just.

Monday, July 2, 2018

Parenthood: Week 274 - Fear

Like many modern fathers (not all), I mentally prepared myself for the many different dimensions of my children’s’ identities. I knew my children would be mixed race, and I also resolved to let them take their own journeys through their cultural identity, and embrace their Asian-ness, in whatever degree they felt comfortable.

I pictured my children being in different places on the spectrum of gender identity, and sexual orientation, and resolved to love and accept this part of themselves. After having taught for twelve years, I have learned that special needs is not a defect, but rather a feature, and that it would be likely that my child would have special needs on some level.

Unlike fathers of previous generations, (and unfortunately far too many modern fathers), I don’t fear my son being a homosexual, wanting to play with dolls, having female friends, not being playing sports, or spending too much time with mommy. Instead of fearing that my son won’t be a “man,” I fear something that Trae Crowder in this Rolling Stone article, so clearly expresses:
I think about the possibility of one of them being gay, or transgender, or atheist, or hell even just a little fuckin’ weird – however they want to be. And then I think about the idea of backward-ass bigots treating them terribly just because of that; calling them names, making them feel less than human, all that good ol-fashioned god-fearin’ stuff. I think about that…and I get fucking furious…Well we do think of the children. But more than that, we think of you too, and of the terrible things that so many kids might be subjected to if you have your way. And it scares the hell out of us.
When I was in high school derogatory homosexual jokes were everyone. Not just in the hallways, but also in classrooms, and often in earshot of teachers, who more often than not said nothing. While it’s naive for me to think that students in my school don’t use these types of insults, I know for a fact that these comments are not out in the open, and that teachers are vigilant and address any comments that even hint at homophobia.

Things in our world don’t stay static, they get better or worse, and if a group of teachers, a society doesn’t actively work to make a community more diverse, inclusive, and equitable, it will get worse. The 45th and his administration's choice to not proactively work, and talk about protecting and expanding rights for all, have made things worse. And the only thing keeping this wave at bay, are those of us who resist.

I’ve been telling my boys that I love them, easily twice as much as usual this past week. I do this in the hope that my words will develop into their own internal monologue of positive self-talk, and strong self-esteem, powerful enough to withstand whatever the world throws at them.

Fear can motivate, it can bring people together, and can inspire action. As I’ve learned as a parent, fear can make one love even more. Every time I experience an audio clip, picture, or video I experience of a child separated from their parents I feel fear.  I fear for those children, I fear for their parents and I fear for the world my boys will inherit. But I know that what I feel for these famlies and my boys is a fear that comes from empathy, and from love.  With that love and the strength it brings, I believe we will continue to resist, and eventually overcome.

Friday, June 29, 2018

Can’t Let It Go: 6/29/18

NPR Politics podcast has a weekly feature in which each person on the show talks about one thing they can’t let go of political or otherwise. Sometimes it’s a songs, and sometimes it’s a special moments in the news. It’s been one of those weeks where so much has happened that it’s hard to process, so I’m going with the NPR approach and talk about a two things I can’t stop thinking about this week.

NPR Politics Podcast
This podcast is the best new source I have found about politics. It features reporters who are experts in the field. The reports are well-researched and the discussions are balanced and nuanced. There is a level of gravity with topics that are important, but they never use scare tactics.

Like other podcasts, the success of this show is about the people on the show more than the content. Great podcast have hosts that you enjoy listening to even when they get off topic. The group of reporters on the NPR podcast represents a wonderful diversity of gender, age, religious background, and race. NPR’s newest White House reporter Ayesha Rascoe, who is black, is fantastic.  She is featured as well as my favorite political reporter Asma Khalid, who is Muslim (she was on my 2016 list of people of the year).

Often there are episodes of this show in which the majority of the people (or all of the people) on the show are women. Veteran reporters like Nina Totenberg, mix with younger generations reminding every week that it’s not an “or” issue.  We aren’t talking about having diverse journalist “or” have high quality, work. NPR politics podcast prove every week, that you can have diverse journalist and have the best political reporting in America.

Sometimes I don’t want to listen to this podcast because the news is just too depressing. This week, when things were really dark, I just wanted to get away from it all, but I felt a responsibility as a citizen to stay informed.  And when I listened to the podcast this week and I heard these incredible professionals, doing this important work, I was glad that I came back to them. This group of journalist is hope, proof of progress, and has become essential in helping me process and understand what is happening in our country.

The Pop.
Senator Elizabeth Warren walks down the hallway with purpose and conviction. Her turquoise jacket makes her stand out among the other people looking on at the incredible protest bellow. What she was determined to do was to see American women in action protest one the most inhuman and heinous policies in modern American history. Her determination wasn’t about herself, but it was about seeing these women, witnessing this moment.

Sen. Warren looks down and watches with pride. She doesn’t do anything to call attention to herself. This isn’t her moment. Then something magical happens. Around 1:15, you can see people in the crowd start to shift their attention up, and point to Sen. Warren. The solemn chants, transforms into an enthusiastic, and joyful pop. Sen. Warren receives this adulation, cheering back to the protesters, take a moment to connect, and then leaves these incredible women to their work.

Tears came to my eyes as I was overwhelmed by a feeling of connection, community, and hope. It’s something I haven’t been able to let go, and I hope I never do.

Monday, June 25, 2018

Parenthood: Week 273 – Not Your Fault

We’ve all been there. Sometimes it’s at a party, other times it’s at a park or a playdate. You are standing around usually talking to someone or on your phone half-watching your kid, and you see your kid misbehave. Even if it’s something minor, your brain goes into overdrive. Maybe you should see how this plays out. There’s a chance that your kid will apologize and make it right (yeah, and monkeys might fly out of...). Maybe you should intervene, but you hesitate thinking that you don’t want to be a “helicopter parent” (a term older generations use to criticize younger generations of parents, whose insecurities they don’t understand, and fail to validate). A greater part of this hesitation is embarrassment.

As much as I want to admit that I’m one of those parents who doesn’t care what other people think when my child is throwing a tantrum in the middle of Target, and walking away, in reality, I’m like every other parent.  I'm deeply insecure, and doing the best that I can with the stress of parenthood in an society that whose appearance of valuing the role of parents more often than not, fails to go beyond lip service (yeah, I’m kind of on a soap box today with a chip on my shoulder, today, I’ll try to keep it at bay. If you don’t understand why, get out from under that rock).

It takes a lot of confidence, determination, and guts to let your child’s tantrum explode while you just stand there, do what’s right, and not comfort them allowing the scene to only get bigger and draw more attention.

The same tension exists in a social situation when your kid is doing something wrong. And it always seems in that moment that other kids are also misbehaving and other parents are doing nothing. So you’re like the person starting the buffet or open bar at a wedding. Someone’s got to start but you don’t want to look like too much of a glutton or a drunk, and in the social situation, you don’t want to look like the overly strict parent.

More often than not, I’m the person who starts the buffet, and the line at the open bar. I blow through the embarrassment like jumping into the deep end of the pool. I don't blend in at social situations, at all, EVER. I’m short, Asian, but clearly not from the homeland, I’m in an interracial marriage, my kids are mixed, and I write a blog where I overshare. For me, embarrassment is about unwanted attention, and well, in some ways I’ve always lived with this.

So yeah, I don’t usually hesitate to call my kid out when he’s playing with a group of kids and he missteps. Do I probably correct him too early? Yes. Am I too loud about it? Most of the time. I usually yell as opposed to take him aside. Look, it’s hard enough to figure out a place to stand amongst the parents in the periphery. I don’t want to lose my spot. Does this make me a superior parent? Not by a long shot, just one with less shame.

What gets me through these moments more than anything else is the advice that I got years ago from teacher who was talking about her own students misbehaving in an assembly:
Yes, it’s embarrassing and annoying when my students misbehave in assemblies. Everyone knows they are my students. But here’s the thing you got to remember: They are separate human beings, they aren’t me. I don’t make them make misbehave. They make this choice on their own. It’s not my fault. Now, they are my responsibility when they are at school, so I have to do something when they slip up.
This applies to parenting. Out children’s actions aren’t our fault, however they are always our responsibility. Children need to apologize for their own actions (if they are of an age, that they can understand their actions, I'm not talking about babies here), that’s not our job. We only need to apologize if we do nothing about our children’s behavior. 

Friday, June 22, 2018

Parenthood: Week 272.5 – The Privilege Of Being Present For Tears

There are events that make me want to hug my children a little bit longer when I say goodnight, and give them an extra kiss. I felt this way after Diana’s maternal grandfather passed away. The night after the Parkland tragedy, I fell asleep lying next to Ollie holding his hand, and every night this week, when I kissed my Ethan and Ollie goodnight I hugged them a little bit tighter, took a moment to inhale their scent, and tell them how much I loved them.

It felt like there was a “disturbance in the force” this past week.  I’m not making a Star Wars reference to make a light out of this horrible situation, but rather to make a point about our interconnectedness.  As I went along daily life, experiencing the incredible privilege, blessings, and good fortunes of my life, I couldn’t escape this empathy I had for these children and parents separated at our southern border.

Hyperbole and expletives fail to describe the horror of the family separation that has been happening at our Southern border. Today, I read about an 18 month old child, who refused to be put down by a foster worker, confused, and scared. This child has no way to understand what is happening, has no means to advocate for him or herself. The child can’t tell people his or her parents name, or phone number. The worker talked about how there is no path, or process, or adequate for reunification. They described reuniting children with their parents as a “scavenger hunt.” Nancy LeTourneau described it perfectly in her article that this tragedy is a result of “this administration’s malevolence combined with incompetence.”

I know that I benefit from numerous level of privilege, but it wasn’t until this past week, that I understood the privilege of being present for my children’s tears. Both Ollie and Ethan had challenging moments this past week. Nothing to be alarmed about, or unusual for their age, just tantrums and meltdowns. Tuesday night it was especially bad, and after both kids were finally asleep it hit me. I got to be present for my children’s difficult moments. I was able to work through them with them, give them space to work their feelings out, coach them through their emotions, and hold them and remind them that I loved them when they calmed down.

There are parents right now, in our country, who know that their children are going through some of their most difficult moments, if not the most difficult moment of their lives, and these parents are not able to be with them. I realized in that moment, that as annoyed and frustrated as I got with my children, my time with them, even when they are throwing a tantrum, is a blessing, and I promised Ollie and Ethan, and myself that I would never take that for granted.

The only way that we can make this right is by giving these families is by reuniting them, providing all of them an expedited pathway to citizenship, giving these families long-term psychological services, setting these children up with full-ride college scholarships, and reparations. The frustrating thing is that this current administration will not be held financially responsible for their actions. My tax money will go to any meaningful efforts by the next administration to make this right, but I will accept this, because this is what we do as citizens.

It’s called responsibility.

I've been thinking about these lyrics from "Dear Theodosia:"
I’ll make the world safe and sound for you
Will come of age with our young nation
We’ll bleed and fight for you, we’ll make it right for you
If we lay a strong enough foundation
We’ll pass it on to you, we’ll give the world to you.
This promise to my children is only getting more difficult, but I'm not giving up, we have to make this right for our children, not just our biological children, but the ones we have ripped away from their families, because they are our children.