Friday, November 11, 2005

Kennedy vs Bush


Our adversaries have not abandoned their ambitions, our dangers have not diminished, our vigilance cannot be relaxed. But now we have the military, the scientific, and the economic strength to do whatever must be done for the preservation and promotion of freedom.

That strength will never be used in pursuit of aggressive ambitions--it will always be used in pursuit of peace. It will never be used to promote provocations--it will always be used to promote the peaceful settlement of disputes.

We in this country, in this generation, are--by destiny rather than choice--the watchmen on the walls of world freedom. We ask, therefore, that we may be worthy of our power and responsibility, that we may exercise our strength with wisdom and restraint, and that we may achieve in our time and for all time the ancient vision of "peace on earth, good will toward men." That must always be our goal, and the righteousness of our cause must always underlie our strength. For as was written long ago: "except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain."
JFK: from remarks prepared but never delivered
Dallas, November 22, 1963
Source: John F. Kennedy Library and Museum

Comments on "Kennedy vs Bush"

 

Anonymous Anonymous said ... (12:46 PM) : 

Thank you for "delivering" this post.

This Veterans/Remembrance Day, while Bush/Cheney are crafting a unique, pro-torture tribute, I believe these words embody the vision, "the torch" referred to by Canadian doctor/Lt. Col. John McCrae in his poem: In Flanders Fields (1915).

And McCrae's "the foe?" Perhaps McCrae and, it seems to me, JFK, would identify the real foe as our not being "worthy of our power and responsibility"; not exercising "our strength with wisdom and restraint"; not recognizing our potential to realize the "ancient vision of peace on earth, good will toward men."

In Flanders Fields
by John McCrae, 1915

In Flanders Fields where poppies blow
Between the crosses row on row
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.

We are the Dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow
Loved and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders Fields.

Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch: be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders Fields.

 

Blogger Hippoclites said ... (1:06 PM) : 

Thanks for sharing Amethyst

 

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