![]() ![]() My blood still runs from Lometa, Texas, and San Diego, California, and Mexico City. ![]() I ask the media not to focus on me or on Henry, but on the campaign, on policy, on the lives and livelihoods of millions of Americans at stake in this election.Īnd finally, I hope America will remember that I am still the son you raised. Please, don’t let my actions send us backward. My mother, your president, is the warrior and the champion that each and every American deserves for four more years of growth, progress, and prosperity. The decision you will make this year is so much bigger than anything I could ever say or do, and it will determine the fate of this country for years to come. If I can ask only one thing of the American people, it’s this: Please, do not let my actions influence your decision in November. I am the First Son of the United States, and I’m bisexual. As long as I have a place in this White House, so will you. Like countless other Americans, I was afraid to say this out loud because of what the consequences might be. Every person who bears a legacy makes the choice of a partner with whom they will share it, whom the American people will “hold beside them in hearts and memories and history books. And so, I am not ashamed to stand here today where presidents have stood and say that I love him, the same as Jack loved Jackie, the same as Lyndon loved Lady Bird. The truth is, we have both had to make compromises that cost us sleep at night in order to afford us enough time to share our relationship with the world on our own terms.īut the truth is, also, simply this: love is indomitable. The truth is, as many of you have read, we have both struggled every day with what this means for our families, our countries, and our futures. The truth is, Henry and I have been together since the beginning of this year. And though I didn’t realize it at the time, his country had raised him too. You pinned the flag to my lapel and said, “We’re rooting for you.” As I stand before you today, my hope is that I have not let you down. PROMISE YOU LL REMEMBER THAT YOU RE MINE FULLI was young and full of hope, and you let me embody the American dream: that a boy who grew up speaking two languages, whose family was blended and beautiful and enduring, could make a home for himself in the White House. I spoke to you for the first time when I was eighteen, on the stage of the Democratic National Convention in Philadelphia, when I introduced my mother as the nominee for president. Sorry, sir-we were in a rush, and it was the only paper she had on hand. When I caught the stomach flu in the fifth grade, my mother sent a note to school written on the back of a holiday memo from Vice President Biden. PROMISE YOU LL REMEMBER THAT YOU RE MINE HOW TOI grew up in the pastures and hills of Texas, but I had been to thirty-four states before I learned how to drive. “I am, and always have been - first, last, and always - a child of America. Every time something terrible happens to you from then on, it doesn’t just stop at the bottom -it goes all the way down.” And because you were so young, and because it was one of the first big things to happen in your life, you’ll always carry it inside you. It happens to you, and it goes all the way down to the bottom of what you know how to feel, and it rips it open and carves out this chasm down below to make room. The worst thing is one of the first big things that ever happens to you in your life. ![]() It happens when your brain isn’t even fully done cooking-when you’ve barely experienced anything, really. “But it happens to you when you’re young. The thing you had nightmares about as a child, and you thought, it’s all right because that thing will happen to me when I’m older and wiser, and I’ll have felt so many feelings by then that this one worst feeling, the worst possible feeling, won’t seem so terrible. The very worst thing that could have happened. And then, the worst thing happens to you. That’s the maximum depth of feeling you’ve ever experienced. Some are broader or deeper than others, but for everyone, there’s that ground floor, a bottom crust of the pie. “So, imagine we’re all born with a set of feelings. ![]()
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