Our History is Our Future
Dense, daunting, smokey, storm clouds rolled in, violently swelling over each other, blackening the once jaded skies of a country enslaved. It was however, not rain that wet these weary men’s pale skin but the beading perspiration visible on their faces as a unmistaken proclamation to their fellows that they too felt their lives coming to a collision with the looming, pressing, deepening, widening, brooding conflict between the captive colonies and their persecutor, Great Britain herself. Though no thunder could be perceived by the ear on that hot July day, there were absolutely no amount of words that could describe the weight of the storm clouds that hung over every man in the Independence Hall on July 4, 1776. While the meeting was wrought by the long-suffering spirit, and fearless fortitude of men ignited by the image of justice prevailing, it’s purpose came with a high price. In fact, in the words of Co...
