Lighthouses were built to keep ships safe on the seas. America’s most famous ‘light’ is embodied by the Statue of Liberty. On this critical election day serious questions cloud the horizons. We need a beacon to guide us back to our core principles as a country. Will we keep our beloved America safe? Or sink into facism…

“Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door”

Stevie Nicks wrote this song the morning after the Supreme Court overturned Roe v Wade, removing every womans agency over their own body. “A Handmaids Tale” is being brought to life. Republicans are no longer “pro-life” but forced birth.

The Lighthouse by Stevie Nicks

I have my scars, you have yours
Don’t let them take your power
Don’t leave it alone in the final hours
They’ll take your soul, they’ll take your power
Don’t close your eyes and hope for the best
The dark is out there, the light is going fast
Until the final hours, your life’s forever changed
And all the rights that you had yesterday

Are taken away
And now you’re afraid
You should be afraid
Should be afraid

Because everything I fought for
Long ago in a dream is gone
Someone said the dream is not over
The dream has just begun, or
Is it a nightmare? Is it a lasting scar?
It is unless you save it and that’s that
Unless you stand up and take it back
And take it back

I have my scars, you have yours
Don’t let them take your power
Don’t leave it alone in the final hours
They’ll take your soul, they’ll take your power
Unless you stand up and take it back
Try to see the future and get mad
It’s slipping through your fingers, you don’t have what you had
You don’t have much time to get it back

I wanna be the lighthouse
Bring all of you together
Bring it out in a song
Bring it out in stormy weather
Tell them the story

I wanna teach ’em to fight
I wanna tell ’em this has happened before
Don’t let it happen again

I have my scars, you have yours
Don’t let them take your power
Don’t leave it alone in the final hours
They’ll take your soul, they’ll take your power
Unless you save it and that’s that
Unless you stand up and take it back
Try to see the future and get mad
It’s slipping through your fingers, you don’t have what you had
You don’t have much time

You gotta get in the game
You gotta learn how to play
You gotta make a change
You gotta do it today

In the midnight hour, they’ll slam the door
Make you forget what you were fighting for
Put you back in your place, they’ll shut you down
You better learn how to fight, you better say it out loud

There is so much at stake today, with this election. Dick Van Dyke endorsed Kamala Harris saying: “50 years ago — May 31st, 1964 — I was on the podium with Dr. Martin Luther King, who was addressing some 60,000 people in the Colosseum in LA and I was there to read a message written by Rod Serling, the guy who wrote ‘Twilight Zone,’” he said.

“I got it out the other day and I think it means as much today — if not more — than it did then, so if you don’t mind, I’d like to read it.”

Hatred is not the norm. Prejudice is not the norm. Suspicion, dislike, jealousy, scapegoating, none of those are the transcendent facet of the human personality. They’re diseases. They are the cancers of the soul. They are the infectious and contagious viruses that have been breeding humanity for years. And because they have been and because they are, is it necessary that they shall be? I think not. 

To those who tell us that the inequality of the human animal is a necessary evil, we must respond by simply saying that first, it is evil, but it’s not necessary. We prove it by reaffirming our faith. We prove it by having faith in our affirmations.Let us be ashamed to live without that victory.

Rod Serling

We donated, we voted, now comes the hard part. We wait, powerless to further effect the outcome. It will be a long dark night, with the merest sliver of a crescent moon. May the beacon of Liberty see us through to safety.

It is over. America is gone. The ignorant racist misogynists have won, My country is lost. The bright light on a hill, as Reagan once called America, is extinguished. Trump has finally finished the execution of America that Reagan started so many years ago.