#14: Holidays

“Tonight we gather to commemorate survival.”  *Uneasily shifting weight.  Uncertain of expectations* 

“We gather in memory of a political United States.  We gather in hope of safety and realized dreams.  Tonight we celebrate the memory of the country we were raised in, and fight for the future of our children.”

She smiles instantly when the crowd begins cheering.  Fruitless words can get quite the rise out of people.  It had been a year since her organization began removing politicians from office and replacing them with mechanics, train engineers, teachers, miners, computer programmers, small business owners, etc.  She had mostly stayed in the background, letting her name be heard, but not speaking to crowds.  This was her first public appearance.  The cheering faded and she began again.

“It has been one year.  One short year ago we removed our first politician from office.  This movement exceeded my dreams.  I expected to feel like I – WE – were building snowmen, rolling tiny balls of snow that would eventually grow into an army.  Due to your support and dedication, the Liberty for All Movement gained speed at the rate of an Avalanche!  Today – after one year, 365 days – we have replaced all senators in the United States Congress with REAL people.  We have replaced them with teachers, small business owners, mechanics, miners, train engineers, civil engineers, retail workers, doctors, and more.  We are not finished.  We are still replacing the House of Representatives.  We have 56 major universities that have signed an agreement to immediately disassemble their Political Science programs – effective today.”

*Pause for more cheering.  I thought they’d cheer when I said we replaced Congress with real people.  Oh well.*

“Today is NOT a day to celebrate a victory.  Today is a day to celebrate progress and reflect on the word still stretching before us.  The Liberty for All Movement is not a movement with an end.  In order to maintain lives where all civilians can live at the standard of their choosing, this movement must be fought for every day… fought for into eternity.  There will always be people looking to stomp on the poor, weak, less intelligent, disabled, or less motivated.  There will always be people circling like hawks, waiting for the right time to dive in and capitalize on our mistakes.  Yes.  I said ‘our mistakes.’  We will make mistakes.  We are HUMAN.  Humans make mistakes.  We will learn from them.  We will grow stronger from our mistakes.  We will move forward into a country run by civilians despite our mistakes.”


“Our biggest mistake was electing politicians.”

*more outbursts from the crowd.*

“But we have learned and we have persevered.”

*Even more hollering.  And I thought my speech lacked spit and fire.*

“Today we celebrate the first Liberty Day in remembrance of our past and HOPE FOR OUR FUTURE.  Thank you.  God’s Blessings upon you all.”

The crowed whooped, hollered, cheered, began setting off fire crackers, and popping corks on champagne.  She stepped away from the podium, and accepted a glass of champagne from a stranger in the crowd.  He asked to take a picture with her for his Facebook.  She obliged, smiling brightly.  For the first time, she felt hope her children would live a safe life in America without experiencing war on their home soil.  She still worried the Executive Branch would use the military to arrest, jail, and torture her and her followers… but it seemed the military benefited more from the new style of government than the old-fashioned political one.

Today she would celebrate by riding carnival rides with her children, eating too much greasy food, drinking plenty of beer, and camping in a nearby forest.  Liberty Day was the new best holiday.

Written for Tale Weaver’s Prompt # 14: Holidays


8 thoughts on “#14: Holidays

  1. This is a very powerful story! And what a evocative idea — to put in place real people for politicians. No wonder she has such a following!
    I hope the stranger in the crowd is not from the Executive Branch with drugged champagne and a picture for the military.
    I tend to think darkly, but do support her cause and your story!


    1. I thought of that, too. As a writer I wasn’t ready to put that kind off thought into what I wanted to be a short piece. I think I could run with it in either direction… But I imagine the speaker as a person who is at least as hated as she is loved.


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