A long time ago, a child lived while the world around her exploded. One man had risen to power. A man who hated. A man who lied. Evil spread through his actions. One man had risen to power. A man who encouraged and convinced others to hate. And lie. Evil spread through their actions.

Soon the hatred spread further.The world of the child became a world of fear. She and her family and others lived in an attic. Then they were captured. Then they existed on cattle cars that transported them to concentration camps where they had numbers imprinted on their bodies and died after unthinkable suffering.

In the midst of the chaos and the suffering, in the midst of the senselessness and violence, that one child wrote in her journal “Where there’s hope, there’s life. It fills us with fresh courage and makes us strong again.”

The time in history was World War 11. The child was Anne Frank.

The time in history is now. The children are nameless. What hope is there for them?  Just as the hope did not lie in the one man who rose to power when Anne Frank was a child, it does not lie in the one man who rose to power when the children were ripped from the arms of their parents. Nor does it lie in those he has appointed to positions of power.

It lies in the people who are entitled to vote. It lies in the people who vote a la CHECD – using Commonsense and voting for: Humanity, Equality, Compassion, Diversity.