As 2nd Lt. Alix Schoelcher Idrache stood at attention during the commencement ceremony at West Point, N.Y., he was overcome with emotion. Tears rolled down both cheeks, but his gloved left hand held firm on his white, gold and black “cover,” the dress headgear that Army cadets wear.
He worked his way through one of the nation’s most prestigious military schools after immigrating to the United States from Haiti, earning his citizenship and serving for two years as an enlisted soldier.
“I am humbled and shocked at the same time. Thank you for giving me a shot at the American Dream and may God bless America, the greatest country on earth.”
“I am from Haiti and never did I imagine that such honor would be one day bestowed on me.
“Knowing that one day I will be a pilot is humbling beyond words,” Idrache wrote. “I could not help but be flooded with emotions knowing that I will be leading these men and women who are willing to give their all to preserve what we value as the American way of life. To me, that is the greatest honor. Once again, thank you.”
Idrache was a leader in his class of 950 cadets. He was named a regimental commander last summer. He became West Point’s top graduate in physics.
Idrache’s father, Dieujuste, immigrated to America and was able to bring the rest of his family with him in 2009, one year before an earthquake leveled much of Port-au-Prince. The family didn’t have much, Idrache said.
~ Dan Lamothe, excerpts from The story behind the ‘American Dream’ photo at West Point that went viral
Notes:
- Post Inspiration: Today is Martin Luther King Day: “Darkness cannot drive out darkness: Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: Only love can do that.”
- Post Title: “The New Colossus” is a sonnet that American poet Emma Lazarus (1849–1887) wrote in 1883 to raise money for the construction of the pedestal of the Statue of Liberty. In 1903, the poem was engraved on a bronze plaque and mounted inside the pedestal’s lower level. (Source: wiki)
i am weeping right along with him. amazing.
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Yes…
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Tears here – good tears….
We heard of the death of a very, very dear friend last Thursday and ever since then we just laugh and cry, often together as we remember so many moving, touching, funny, sad and emotional moments we had with that outstanding, humble human being. Now tears again, but as I said, good ones!
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This, THIS is the face of our America, not 45’s. How DARE he. (My blood boils….can you tell?) Beautiful story – and you know his family must be so proud of him. Thanks, David.
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Yes. Yes. Yes.
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Thank you for this post, David. I pray that, if and when we are rid of the Ruling Party and it’s puppet, THIS is the America we will find again.
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And we will Nan. We will.
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Awesome, just awesome!
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Isn’t he though?!?
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How fortunate are we to have a gentleman like him serving this country? I remember my mom repeating her love for this country over and over again, voting in every election with awe that she could (yes this country that initially turned people like her away)…these huddled masses yearning to breathe free – these are some people who value their citizenship more than some of those who have been here for generations.
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We need these reminders. You Mother’s generation understood it…along with the ultimate sacrifices. Mimi, your thought reminds me of:
“Do you realize what happiness we have, and what has been given to us?”
María Casares, from a letter to Albert Camus written c. March 1952 in Correspondance: 1944-1959 by Albert Camus and Maria Casares (Editions Gallimard, November 9, 2017)
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Wow… America might be alive and well after all? I keep forgetting it’s a possibility. Thank you for this, and I thank this young man and his whole family for such perseverance.
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Yes, a wonderful story and man…
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‘yearning to breathe free…’ – I will be thinking on this phrase today. Thank you for sharing this story and reminding us to read these words, again.
Peace
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Thanks Carrie. Moved me the same way.
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“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: Only love can do that.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.
A picture is worth a thousand words. It speaks even more poignantly when accompanied by words that place the picture in its context. The Haitian immigrant’s son at West Point graduating from the U.S, Military Academy with tears running down his cheeks and Martin Luther King: “Only love can do that.”
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Yes Gordon. So true.
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And your thought Gordon, reminded me of:
Why do we measure people’s capacity
To love by how well they love their progeny?
That kind of love is easy. Encoded.
Any lion can be devoted
To its cubs. Any insect, be it prey
Or predator, worships its own DNA.
Like the wolf, elephant, bear, and bees,
We humans are programmed to love what we conceive.
That’s why it’s so shocking when a neighbor
Drives his car into a pond and slaughter–
Drowns his children. And that’s why we curse
The mother who leaves her kids—her hearth—
And never returns. That kind of betrayal
Rattles our souls. That shit is biblical.
So, yes, we should grieve an ocean
When we encounter a caretaker so broken.
But I’m not going to send you a card
For being a decent parent. It ain’t that hard
To love somebody who resembles you.
If you want an ode then join the endless queue
Of people who are good to their next of kin—
Who somehow love people with the same chin
And skin and religion and accent and eyes.
So you love your sibling? Big fucking surprise.
But how much do you love the strange and stranger?
Hey, Caveman, do you see only danger
When you peer into the night? Are you afraid
Of the country that exists outside of your cave?
Hey, Caveman, when are you going to evolve?
Are you still baffled by the way the earth revolves
Around the sun and not the other way around?
Are you terrified by the ever-shifting ground?
Hey, Trump, I know you weren’t loved enough
By your sandpaper father, who roughed and roughed
And roughed the world. I have some empathy
For the boy you were. But, damn, your incivility,
Your volcanic hostility, your lists
Of enemies, your moral apocalypse—
All of it makes you dumb and dangerous.
You are the Antichrist we need to antitrust.
Or maybe you’re only a minor league
Dictator—temporary, small, and weak.
You’ve wounded our country. It might heal.
And yet, I think of what you’ve revealed
About the millions and millions of people
Who worship beneath your tarnished steeple.
Those folks admire your lack of compassion.
They think it’s honest and wonderfully old-fashioned.
They call you traditional and Christian.
LOL! You’ve given them permission
To be callous. They have been rewarded
For being heavily armed and heavily guarded.
You’ve convinced them that their deadly sins
(Envy, wrath, greed) have transformed into wins.
Of course, I’m also fragile and finite and flawed.
I have yet to fully atone for the pain I’ve caused.
I’m an atheist who believes in grace if not in God.
I’m a humanist who thinks that we’re all not
Humane enough. I think of someone who loves me—
A friend I love back—and how he didn’t believe
How much I grieved the death of Prince and his paisley.
My friend doubted that anyone could grieve so deeply
The death of any stranger, especially a star.
“It doesn’t feel real,” he said. If I could play guitar
And sing, I would have turned purple and roared
One hundred Prince songs—every lick and chord—
But I think my friend would have still doubted me.
And now, in the context of this poem, I can see
That my friend’s love was the kind that only burns
In expectation of a fire in return.
He’s no longer my friend. I mourn that loss.
But, in the Trump aftermath, I’ve measured the costs
And benefits of loving those who don’t love
Strangers. After all, I’m often the odd one—
The strangest stranger—in any field or room.
“He was weird” will be carved into my tomb.
But it’s wrong to measure my family and friends
By where their love for me begins or ends.
It’s too easy to keep a domestic score.
This world demands more love than that. More.
So let me ask demanding questions: Will you be
Eyes for the blind? Will you become the feet
For the wounded? Will you protect the poor?
Will you welcome the lost to your shore?
Will you battle the blood-thieves
And rescue the powerless from their teeth?
Who will you be? Who will I become
As we gather in this terrible kingdom?
My friends, I’m not quite sure what I should do.
I’m as angry and afraid and disillusioned as you.
But I do know this: I will resist hate. I will resist.
I will stand and sing my love. I will use my fist
To drum and drum my love. I will write and read poems
That offer the warmth and shelter of any good home.
I will sing for people who might not sing for me.
I will sing for people who are not my family.
I will sing honor songs for the unfamilar and new.
I will visit a different church and pray in a different pew.
I will silently sit and carefully listen to new stories
About other people’s tragedies and glories.
I will not assume my pain and joy are better.
I will not claim my people invented gravity or weather.
And, oh, I know I will still feel my rage and rage and rage
But I won’t act like I’m the only person onstage.
I am one more citizen marching against hatred.
Alone, we are defenseless. Collected, we are sacred.
We will march by the millions. We will tremble and grieve.
We will praise and weep and laugh. We will believe.
We will be courageous with our love. We will risk danger
As we sing and sing and sing to welcome strangers.
~ Sherman Alexie, Hymn (Early Bird Books, August 2017)
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Alexie’s voice is so powerful. Recently read ‘You Don’t Have to Love Me.’ Moved.
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Me too Lori. He’s amazing.
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David, Thank you for this lovely quote introducing me to another bird who sings in the darkness. Hoping you have a great MLK Day
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Thanks Gordon. You too.
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Oh… the Voice of my Soul…
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Mine too (I think)
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Reblogged this on It Is What It Is and commented:
The America of yesteryear …
“I am humbled and shocked at the same time. Thank you for giving me a shot at the American Dream and may God bless America, the greatest country on earth. “I am humbled and shocked at the same time. Thank you for giving me a shot at the American Dream and may God bless America, the greatest country on earth.”
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Yes…and this year and next coming from many of our finest…
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Reblogged this on Views from the Edge and commented:
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness: Only light can do that. Hate cannot drive out hate: Only love can do that.” — Martin Luther King, Jr.
The photo of the Haitian immigrant’s son is worth a thousand words, but the words put the tears in context on Martin Luther King Day. “Only love can do that.” Thanks to David Kanigan for this poignant post for Martin Luther King Day.
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“I could not help but be flooded with emotions knowing that I will be leading these men and women who are willing to give their all to preserve what we value as the American way of life. To me, that is the greatest honor. Once again, thank you.”
Bless this young man. So proud of all he’s accomplished,so grateful for his willingness to serve. I see him, I see hope….
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Yes. Hope and light.
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Not sure that I can add to what has been said, other than thank you for posting this David Kanigan. So many emotions, which is pretty much what I have felt for many months. Look forward to a better day. The maple leaf! Are you Canadian? My mother was so I feel a special affinity for all things Canada!
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Hi. Thank you. There are so many emotions. And yes, I am Canadian who has lived in the U.S. for over 30 years now, and feel privileged to do so.
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We are still a Beacon even when we are Dimmed.
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We are. I have seen it first hand and being a green card resident, I believe in the Beacon. Believe with a Capital B.
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My brother graduated West Point. Tough act to follow. I got to wondering about this story, and dug around some and there is a little more to it than just 2nd Lieutenant Alix. Another Haitian graduated beside him that year. Can you see this?
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I didn’t. Can you send me the link Steve? davidkanigan@gmail.com. Thank you.
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Just saw the link. Thanks Steve.
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