The Mask of Freedom
The mask is more memorable than my face — and that's the point. A face belongs to one man. A mask belongs to everyone. Anyone can put it on. Anyone can stand behind it. When you wear it, you're not hiding — you're joining.
The stars aren't decoration. There are thirteen of them, one for each of the original colonies that stood up to a king who thought the people worked for him instead of the other way around. They were wrong then. He is wrong now.
The president is an employee, not a king. When he forgets that — when he drags us into wars we never agreed to and kills children in our name — it falls to the people to remind him. Peacefully. Legally. Permanently.
The mask marches. The tower remembers.
I want us out of these wars and out of the Middle East. I want the killing of children to stop. I want a president held to the same law as the rest of us. And I want every future official to remember what the people can build when they're betrayed.
I'm a Marine. I'm the kind who does the thing nobody else will do. The day Trump stops the wars and gets us out, I stop naming the towers after him. Until then, we build — one in every state.