For all the dreams we've dreamed And all the songs we've sung And all the hopes we've held And all the flags we've hung The millions who have nothing for our pay— Except the dream that's almost dead today.
O, let American be America again— The land that never has been yet— And yet must be—theland where every man is free.
—"Let America Be America Again," Langston Hughes
For the truth-tellers
Thick evening fog clung to the forlorn banks of Ward's Island, turning it into a ghost of itself.