Hope's Daughter

I have been told that I am "angry," and it is true, I am often angry when I am out in the "world."

But I have never felt that my anger was an impediment. In fact, I feel justifiably angry at the kind of world we have been made to accept, without thought, without resistance, or even without our input our participation.

My anger is a form of protest, a way to resist the numbing acquiescence that people are made (forced) to live with. A way to be alive.

Here is what Henry Makow writes on his twitter page just yesterday:

“Hope has two beautiful daughters: their names are anger and courage.
Anger that things are the way they are.
Courage to make them the way they ought to be.”
— St Augustine pic.twitter.com/GBIXaaAxCL

— Henry Makow (@HenryMakow) January 18, 2019

So I am a daughter of Hope after all!