Two wrongs don’t make a right. That’s what Grandma always told me when I tried-by force-to make my little brother do it my way. I have no better words with which to address the heartbreaking events ongoing in the country I love. Two wrongs don’t make a right. We must acknowledge a string of wrongs-too many to count. Somewhere in the middle of that string is the cruel, unjust, unacceptable, and un-American, death of George Floyd in the hands of officers sworn to uphold the Constitution. We must make it right. More and more wrongs will not make it so. Yes, it may feel like jousting with windmills. But now, right now, might be the time to go all Don Quixote.
To dream the impossible dream
To fight the unbeatable foe
To bear with unbearable sorrow
To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong
To love pure and chaste from afar
To try when your arms are too weary
To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest, to follow that star
No matter how hopeless, no matter how far
To fight for the right
Without question or pause
To be willing to march
Into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I’ll only be true
To this glorious quest
That my heart will lay peaceful and calm
When I’m laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this
That one man scorned and covered with scars
Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To fight the unbeatable foe
To reach the unreachable star! – The Impossible Dream, Mitch Leigh, 1965