[Congressional Record Volume 144, Number 75 (Thursday, June 11, 1998)]
[Extensions of Remarks]
[Page E1119]
From the Congressional Record Online through the Government Publishing Office [www.gpo.gov]
CONGRATULATING MR. CRAIG MEYER WINNER OF THE 1998 VOICE OF DEMOCRACY
SCHOLARSHIP
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HON. ASA HUTCHINSON
of arkansas
in the house of representatives
Thursday, June 11, 1998
Mr. HUTCHINSON. Mr. Speaker, I rise to congratulate Mr. Craig Meyer
of Bella Vista, Arkansas for his winning entry in the Veterans of
Foreign Wars 1998 Voice of Democracy Broadcast Scriptwriting Contest. A
senior at Bentonville High School, Mr. Meyer is already an active
participant in our nation's democratic process--participating in the
Political Science Club, the Speech and Debate Team, National Honor
Society, and serving as the Co-Editor of Literary Magazine.
The Voice of Democracy Scholarship Program, which began 50 years ago,
provides financial awards to students whose writing expresses the
spirit of democratic principles. Mr. Meyer's entry exemplifies the
patriotism and self-sacrifice of those who gave their lives for
freedom's sake.
I congratulate Mr. Meyer on his thoughtful and moving essay. Mr.
Speaker, I just might borrow it sometime!
I would also like to thank VFW Post 9063 and its Ladies Auxiliary in
Bella Vista, Arkansas for sponsoring Mr. Meyer. This nation owes a debt
of gratitude it can never repay to our veterans--those who served our
country in times of crisis and who continue to serve our communities
through programs such as this.
``My Voice in Our Democracy''
1997-98 VFW Voice of Democracy Scholarship Competition--Arkansas
Winner, Craig Meyer
It's the voice on the campaign trail, it's the voice on a
soapbox in the employee washroom. It's the schoolteacher's
voice educating the future. It's the reporter writing his
morning column, it's the corporate Public Relations Ad
executive writing his press release. It's the museum curator
demonstrating Warhol, and the bag lady huddled over a heating
grate. It's the smooth jazz sounding out, echoing out over
the city skyline.
The voices of our democracy come together, they form a
chorus, form a symphony. From the soft prayer of childhood,
to the savage battlefield roar of D-Day, to a suburban
``honey, I'm home!'', to the shriek of a fire engine on the
fourth of July, to ``New and improved--available in stores
everywhere!'', to the hush after a ghetto gunshot. It's PT
Barnum putting his head into a lion's mouth. It's Joe
McCarthy hunting down the communists.
It's America, it's democracy
The real beauty of it all is that I get to find my own
voice. My role isn't mapped out for me, I'm not locked into a
channel. Democracy allows a person to be a citizen and not be
a slave. We can not only participate in our government, but
we also have the freedom to do what we want to do, to be what
we want to be. Our nation allows people to think for
themselves--which carries with it responsibility, carries
with it the ability to be right and to be wrong. It's all
about people having the freedom to decide on their own
voices, the freedom to pursue their own destiny--to succeed
or to fail. Democracy doesn't reside in a dollar sign or in a
bomb, it lives in us. It's not just an ideology or a
political theory, it's a way of life.
How do I spell out both my future and the future of my
country? How do I find my voice in our democracy? Through
education. Through learning about other's voices--learning
from those who have been there, learning from those who
experienced history firsthand. Talking to teachers,
professors, auto mechanics, veterans--it's learning as much
as I can about as many things as I can. I need to learn about
both the issues that face our nation, and the issues that
face me as a person.
With all this in mind, my own responsibility is clear--It's
up to me to find a voice. It's up to me to see all sides of
an issue, to question myself constantly ``am I really seeing
the whole picture?'' It's up to me to narrow and define my
voice--to not only blend into the chorus of our democracy,
but also be able to do an occasional solo. But lets face it,
I need to be willing to vote, to serve jury duty, to read
that newspaper, to pick up a gun or a musical instrument--I
need to be willing to take a stand for my beliefs.
And this is our democracy--all the glory and the gaudy, the
legends (both living and dead) and the truth. The artistic
and the autistic, the commerce and the commercialism, the
existentialism and the exit sign--this is our America, this
our democracy. It runs red through our blood. It rings in our
bones, rings in our ears, and it rings in our hearts. We are
a part of it, and it's a part of us.
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