H/T and thanks to Blue Hampshire for this touching reminder of why we’re all here:

As Martin Luther King challenged us:

“From the prodigious hilltops of New Hampshire, let freedom ring. From the mighty mountains of New York, let freedom ring. From the heightening Alleghenies of Pennsylvania, let freedom ring. But not only that: Let freedom ring from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.”

Yes, even from every hill and molehill of Mississippi.  

Because, as a certain New Hampshire poet reminds us, we have promises to keep …

Whose woods these are I think I know.

His house is in the village though;

He will not see me stopping here

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

My little horse must think it queer

To stop without a farmhouse near

Between the woods and frozen lake

The darkest evening of the year.

He gives his harness bells a shake

To ask if there is some mistake.

The only other sound’s the sweep

Of easy wind and downy flake.

The woods are lovely, dark and deep.

But I have promises to keep,

And miles to go before I sleep,

And miles to go before I sleep.

… including this promise:

“… to all the gay and lesbian kids out there tonight who have been told they are ‘less than’ by the churches, by the government, by their families … you are beautiful, wonderful creatures of value … no matter what anyone tells you, God does love you … you will have equal rights, federally, across this great nation of ours.”

You will.  Even in Mississippi.

Because, well, New Hampshire makes six, and we’ve only just begun:

White lace and promises.

Have a great weekend!