So let’s all go get beaten up together! Couldn’t be too much worse that a really rough game of rugby? As long as we don’t escalate! Because if we refuse to escalate, all they can do is beat us up! They can’t justify anything else! But let’s not fool ourselves that something valuable like the freedom can ever come cheaply.
Remember the mass of Indian nationalists that Ghandi led to the sea to get salt against the Colonial law and its massed ranks of police enforcers? They got beaten up, but they didn’t care because they were after something more valuable – freedom and nationhood! What are a couple of cuts, bruises or even fractures compared to that? Or worse, what is the temporary damage done to our bodies through blows compared to the lasting damage done to our spirits through cowardice? Especially when our nation and our future now depends upon this generation.
The time for bravery and heroism is at hand people! Fiji needs us to stand up for what is right! The generations to come need us to leave them a legacy of non violent bravery, vision, justice and righteousness! Let’s not shrink from Fiji’s need and leave Graham, Shamima, Laisa and the Unions to carry the flame alone! We may not yet be ready, but Frank has chosen this time to test our mettle!
So the board is set, the pieces are moving. We come to it at last… The great battle of our time!
How will it find us? Fearful? Bloodthirsty? Vengeful? Remember that apartheid South Africa produced much vile and evil suffering! But it also produced Ghandi & Mandela! What will our trials produce in us? If we go through it with God, and conduct ourselves in a Godly way according to his principles, this trial of fire will produce gold in us people!
I leave us with a portion of the St Crispin’s Day speech from Shakespeare’s Henry 5th
Rather proclaim it, Westmoreland, through my host,
That he which hath no stomach to this fight,
Let him depart; his passport shall be made,
And crowns for convoy put into his purse;
We would not die in that man\’s company
That fears his fellowship to die with us.
This day is call\’d the feast of Crispian.
He that outlives this day, and comes safe home,
Will stand a tip-toe when this day is nam\’d,
And rouse him at the name of Crispian.
He that shall live this day, and see old age,
Will yearly on the vigil feast his neighbours,
And say \’To-morrow is Saint Crispian.\’
Then will he strip his sleeve and show his scars,
And say \’These wounds I had on Crispian\’s day.\’
Old men forget; yet all shall be forgot,
But he\’ll remember, with advantages,
What feats he did that day. Then shall our names,
Familiar in his mouth as household words-
Harry the King, Bedford and Exeter,
Warwick and Talbot, Salisbury and Gloucester-
Be in their flowing cups freshly rememb\’red.
This story shall the good man teach his son;
And Crispin Crispian shall ne\’er go by,
From this day to the ending of the world,
But we in it shall be remembered-
We few, we happy few, we band of brothers;
For he to-day that sheds his blood with me
Shall be my brother; be he ne\’er so vile,
This day shall gentle his condition;
And gentlemen in England now-a-bed
Shall think themselves accurs\’d they were not here,
And hold their manhoods cheap whiles any speaks
That fought with us upon Saint Crispin\’s day.