I thoroughly enjoyed my life as a musician while going to college. I was able to do something I loved, playing music while making a decent buck to offset the expense of life during my time at the university. I played drums, flute and piano. The most fun I ever had was playing with brass bands that covered the music of acts like Chicago and Blood Sweat & Tears.
One song in particular performed by BS&T that always touched me to the core was the tune, "God Bless the Child." The song was written by Billie Holiday and Arthur Herzog back in 1939. The lyrics that always rang true for me are: "But God bless the child that's got his own. That's got his own. He just worry 'bout nothin' - Cause he's just got his own - Yes he's got his own."
So when I heard a story about a 5 year old who had been separated from his mother per the policy of Stephen Miller, the senior advisor to the president, who devised that which can only be described as deplorable; a policy so despicable that even the First Lady and the First Daughter condemned the cruelty of it, I could actually hear the tune - "God Bless the Child," in my head.
The 5 year old wanted a blanket. He was cold in the holding pen. The ICE officer told him he'd have to wait (as it turned out about an hour) but they'd see if they could meet his request. When the boy got the blanket he immediately covered himself to offset the chill. And then he did something that was heroic for anyone yet alone a 5 year old in that situation. He shared his good fortune with another child (of four) who was shivering and didn't know enough to ask for a blanket.
God bless that child and all the other children who not only have been traumatized by a policy of separation from their parents in a country that once found pride in welcoming "the tired, the poor and the huddled masses yearning to breathe free," but also found it in his tiny little heart to share the warmth that comes when you love another.
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