In one more revolution of Mother Earth, campaign 2018 will have ended. The magnificent determination and commitment you all have displayed over these many weeks has rekindled a mighty fire within my battle scarred heart from what had dwindled to a smoking ember. You have renewed me a thousand times.
But now is not the moment for laurel crowns, though each and every one of you is worthy. No, now is that fleeting moment just before the Zero Hour, a time of preparation and prayer for warriors since humanity first took to the field to fight for hearth and home.
Warriors? Yes, you are all warriors. My noble friend from Maryland, Martin O’Malley, dubbed you so as he prepared to board his flight in the darkness Saturday night after his inspiring brief sojourn here with us.
So, noble sisters and brothers, take a little rest. Drink of whatever brew steadies your hand. Take nourishment. Say your prayers according to your custom. For when the sun next rises, we have before us a mightier battle than we have ever any of us joined before. Tomorrow we wield the sword of truth against the hoariest of all our homeland’s many demons. We face nothing less than Mississippi’s foundational original sin. Tomorrow is the day that we, you and I, must be the knights who finally slay that Ancient Deadly Dragon who has burned and pillaged and raped and devoured our benighted land since the very first generation. Tomorrow, White Supremacy must die.
MAKE IT SO!