Madonna was een van de vele sterren die tijdens de Women's March van zich lieten horen. In Washington, D.C. sloot ze zich aan bij honderdduizenden mensen, beklom ze het podium, zong ze een paar liedjes en sprak ze een aantal woorden.
CNN zond een deel van d'r speech uit, maar besloot na een paar minuten dat het taalgebruik wat te woest was, en stopte met uitzenden - en toen had Madonna nog niet eens gemeld over haar gedachte het Witte Huis op te blazen. Goed. YouTube heeft natuurlijk wel gewoon de hele speech, en wij nu dus ook:
En het transcript:
Are you still awake out there?
Are you sure about that?
Can you hear me?
Are you ready to shake up up the world?
Welcome to the revolution of love. To the rebellion. To our refusal as women to accept this new age of tyranny. Where not just women are in danger but all marginalized people. Where people uniquely different might be considered a crime. It took us this darkness to wake us the fuck up.
It seems as though we had all slipped into a false sense of comfort. That justice would prevail and that good would win in the end. Well, good did not win this election but good will win in the end. So what today means is that we are far from the end. Today marks the beginning, the beginning of our story. The revolution starts here. The fight for the right to be free, to be who we are, to be equal. Let's march together through this darkness and with each step. Know that we are not afraid. That we are not alone, that we will not back down. That there is power in our unity and that no opposing force stands a chance in the face of true solidarity.
And to our detractors that insist that this March will never add up to anything, fuck you. Fuck you. It is the beginning of much needed change. Change that will require sacrifice, people. Change that will require many of us to make different choices in our lives, but this is the hallmark of revolution. So my question to you today is are you ready? I said, are you ready? Say yes, we are ready. Say, yes we are ready. One more time: you're ready.
Yes, I'm angry. Yes, I am outraged. Yes, I have thought an awful lot of blowing up the White House, but I know that this won't change anything. We cannot fall into despair. As the poet, W.H. Auden once wrote on the eve of World War II: We must love one another or die.
I choose love. Are you with me? Say this with me: We choose love. We choose love. We choose love.