You look at what’s going on these days, and you have to wonder — not in some tired political way, but deep down, where the real questions live, like— how would the Roosevelts see all this?
Theodore — a Republican — who fought for the Square Deal, stood up for fairness when it would’ve been easier to let the powerful run wild.
The rough rider who led the charge because talking about it wasn’t enough.
The man who looked at the mountains and rivers and said, these belong to every American, in all generations and not just the ones with the biggest wallets.
And Franklin — a Democrat — who stood in front of a country flat on its back during the Great Depression, looked out over the dust and the hunger and the fear, and said, there is nothing to fear but fear itself.
And when the world cracked open and hate poured out — when two brutal regimes started marching across continents, killing millions — he didn’t sit on the sidelines.
He led America into the fight, and freedom, hope, and liberty rang all across the globe.
No real American would ever be a Nazi, or a sympathizer. Not then. Not now. Not ever.
And if you are — if that’s the road you’ve chosen — you and your hate are not welcome here. You don’t belong in the land of the Greatest Generation.
Both Roosevelts — two different men, two different parties — but one country. One fight.
They didn’t ask which team you were on before they decided if you deserved freedom. They already knew the answer.
So now I’m asking you: What do you think? Are we living up to the country they fought for?
Or are we just riding on their memory, while the meaning fades out behind us?
This is still the land of the free. The home of the brave.
If we can keep it.
So, tonight…
take a moment. Look inside and ask yourself — not what side you’re on, not what version of a flag you’re waving —
but what you stand for when no one’s watching.
Are you the American who still believes in liberty, in courage, in decency? For this country was built by people who fought for more than themselves.
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