Freedom'S Obligation
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to submit the words of John Marc Sianghio, Jr., a young man from Oswego, Illinois, to the Congressional Record. John was recently named a winner in the Veterans of Foreign Wars Voice of Democracy scriptwriting…
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to submit the words of John Marc Sianghio, Jr., a young man from Oswego, Illinois, to the Congressional Record. John was recently named a winner in the Veterans of Foreign Wars Voice of Democracy scriptwriting contest for 2003.
The Veterans of Foreign Wars holds a Voice of Democracy competition each year in order to give high school students an opportunity to express their patriotism. This year, an overwhelming 80,000 students across the country participated in the contest. John's essay reflects upon the responsibilities inherent to life in a free nation--freedom's obligation.
I commend the Veterans of Foreign Wars for their continued commitment to fostering a sense of patriotism and responsibility in the youth of our great nation. And I congratulate John on his success and wish him the best of luck in his future endeavors.
2002-2003 VFW Voice of Democracy Scholarship Contest
``Freedom's Obligation''
(Illinois Winner.--John Marc Sianghio, Jr.)
Lady Liberty stands vigil over a city, and a nation that
does not sleep. In her torch shines perpetual daylight,
fueled by the great virtue that is tireless action.
``Action'' she demands. Even her silence cries out to the
world, ``Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses
yearning to breathe free.''
Though the words say ``give me'' the sub-text shouts
``come!'' It is not an invitation, it is a command: not a
gift, a demand. The imprisoned lightning in her torch
thunders with a message understood in every language, that
the Republic over which she stands with its liberties and
justices, is not for all. It stands only for all those with
the boldness to take it, for all those willing to pay its
price. This precious freedom is open only to those who can
meet its obligation.
That obligation can only be action, for America is a
republic born of a hard and painful labor, a republic that
earned its freedom at the point of a gun, and that has held
its freedom with the same. America is a nation that did not
emerge as the random offspring of intercoursing tribes. It
emerged by the active will of its people. Nor was its
revolution won in the minds of inert philosophers, rather in
the hearts of the masses; hearts that not only had passive
sentiment, but that physically pumped charged blood into live
limbs, stirring them to action: Hearts that bled freely so
that the flag of independence might be striped in scarlet . .
. But that once vibrant crimson has faded through uncounted
years of stagnancy.
Stagnancy is the greatest treason. We justify it in this
age by referring to it by an alias. Like the devil it is, it
has many names. It is called caution, debate, delay,
filibuster, complaint, apathy, and inaction. If it is not
action . . . it is treason.
Treason was not a word in my vocabulary when I immigrated
to this country. I was two at the time. Freedom when I first
set foot on American soil meant that I would be out of the
coach class seat that held me for twenty two hours, that I
could stretch my legs on solid ground. Was that true freedom?
Of course not. I had to learn freedom. I had to earn freedom.
From the moment I was first old enough to realize the
opportunities and liberties gifted to me by American Freedom,
the enormity of Freedom's obligation was already creeping
onto my shoulders. As I have grown older and learned more and
more about my rights, the responsibilities wrapped inside
these rights also began to emerge.
As immigrants to this country, there was a long difficult
process which my family and I had to undertake to stay in
this country. This process required much sacrifice by each
individual involved. However, we wanted to work to earn the
freedoms we enjoyed. Had we not done it, we would have
debased our honor and lowered ourselves to the state of
common thieves. The sacrifices I have made earned me my
freedom. Your story, your struggles, your road to earning
freedom is probably much different. However, our obligations
to freedom are in essence the same.
So what is the spirit of our obligation? What is the common
labor that must be undertaken to be worthy of Lady Liberty's
embrace? It is simply love. Patriotic love.
I speak of a patriot's love, not as the lust of a fool who
thinks he serves his country by ignoring her laws and making
his own rules because he believes they are better. I speak of
true love, like that in marriage. Freedom's obligation is the
marriage of our minds and our souls. It is a dreamer's desire
for the ideal, guided by the rational hands of what is real.
Our obligation is to strive for that ideal. Realistically, we
know that true freedom can only come when every human being
is rid of their every chain, chains of poverty, chains of
addiction, and chains of hatred. Still we are obligated as
individuals to strive for the ideal of freedom. The ideal
that every person is created equal because every person
creates himself equal. It starts with one. It starts with me,
and it starts with you. If we do not meet our obligations,
this ideal can never be reached. If we do not meet our
obligations, we cheapen freedom, and we cheapen ourselves.
For it is freedom's obligation, the great price at which
freedom comes, that gives it its value. That is why we must
act, so freedom may retain its value, and that we as
individuals may maintain our integrity and human worth as
well. For the obligation of freedom is Lady Liberty's call to
the individual who longs to be free. Who, like a newborn
child that struggles for its first life sustaining breath,
expands his lungs against the weight of apathy so that he may
breathe free.