Shortly after the old guard vanished into thin air, my head began to fill with delusions of grandeur. Soon enough, I was bouncing off the walls and spreading the word of God with my fists; truly an unfortunate set of circumstances. . .
But Chelsea Manning grounded me. I knew, of course, that her imprisonment was wrong. I knew, of course, that she was a heroine. It doesn’t take much more than honesty to see any of this–of course–but where there is good there also must be evil.
And still. . .midnight Google searches never yield the desired result. Always it comes back to the terrifying admission that we still have a long way to go before any sort of recognition will be made. Even so, knowing that is not enough.
Let us forget for a moment that there is such a thing as truth in this world. Let us remind ourselves that in a world where lies are considered truth, that this is the ultimate reality. . .at least until someone says “Fuck that.”
And that’s where Chelsea Manning comes in. And everyone like her. In some ways, she has inspired a new revolution of truth. For that, this American will be forever grateful.