Have You No Memory Of How We Got Here? What They Took From Us? What Does It Matter Now? What Does It

Have you no memory of how we got here? What they took from us? What does it matter now? What does it matter? What does it matter what happened then if we have no life now? Because there is no life here. There is no joy here. There is no love here. There’s no love here. What are you talking about? What do you think I’m out there fighting for if not to make all those things possible here? You’ll fight a war so we can make a life? You don’t get one without the other, my sweet. No. You’re wrong. I sent that letter to show you that you’re wrong. There is a life in Boston. There is joy there, and music, and peace. The door is open. I’ve opened it for you. And it requires no war and no blood and no sacrifice. It requires an intolerable sacrifice. To accept a pardon? To apologize! Apologize? Who will you be apologizing to? To England! They took everything from us. And then they call me a monster. The moment I sign that pardon, the moment I ask for one, I proclaim to the world that they were right. This ends when I grant them my forgiveness. Not the other way around. This path you’re on… it doesn’t lead where you think it does. If he were here, he’d agree with me.