Making US Great Again in My Little Town?

In my little town

I grew up believing

God keeps his eye on us all

And he used to lean upon me

As I pledged allegiance to the wall

Lord, I recall my little town

Coming home after school

Flying my bike past the gates of the factories

My mom doing the laundry

Hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze

And after it rains there's a rainbow

And all of the colors are black

It's not that the colors aren't there

It's just imagination they lack

Everything's the same back in my little town*

That is until now when this happened to my little town

 DHS and its US Immigration and Customs Enforcement arm are calling the operation Patriot 2.0, modifying the name of a May deportation surge that led to the arrest of 1,500 people in the state, according to the reports.**

When the streets look less safe for kids after school flying their bikes on the streets where they live, the "good ol' days" are gone, never to be "great again".

My heart goes out to Massachusetts from Boston to the Berkshires where music, medicine, education are hallmarks for one and all. The "bluest" state, as it is often called has a very long history where the American Revolution began in Lexington on the Green. Each April that moment of resistance is re-enacted in real time. To witness it is a reminder that ordinary people, holding their own against powerful people, stood up for US. We have been their legacy for nearly 250 years. We owe them something in return. Standing up against powerful people is democracy more than that one precious vote. Standing up against powerful people empowers everyone. Boston is no stranger to empowering one another when the time comes.

https://www.nps.gov/mima/road-to-revolution.htm

*https://lyrics.lyricfind.com/

**https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/2025/sep/06/trump-administration-immigration-crackdown-massachusetts