Thomas Jefferson Just Showed Up for the Fireworks. He’s Not Clapping.

Here’s what he’s thinking: The republic is in trouble, and you’re cheering.

Today doesn’t feel like July 4th to me

I don’t know if I’m alone in these feelings.

I know what the day is supposed to mean. Reflection. Celebration. A little backyard smoke from the grill and the fireworks. It’s the birth of our country. The foundation of our ideals. The promise that liberty and justice will always belong to the people. I want to feel that. I want to believe in that.

But with Trump in office again, stomping across the Constitution like it’s just another failed business deal, I don’t feel pride. I feel dread. I feel heartbreak.

I keep wondering what Thomas Jefferson would think. If he walked the streets of America today, turned on the television, read the headlines, watched this man hold the highest office again, what would he say? What would the author of America’s founding creed think of the man who now tramples it?

So I asked him.

I asked Thomas Jefferson to stand beside me on this day and tell me what he sees.

And this is what he said.

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I am Thomas Jefferson. I helped write the Declaration of Independence with a quill in one hand and the dream of a free people in the other. I wrote that all men are created equal, that they are endowed with certain unalienable rights, that among these are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Those words were not decoration. They were defiance. We knew tyranny well. We fought it with our voices, with our pens, and eventually with blood.

The Fourth of July was never meant to be fireworks alone. It was meant to be a reminder of what we had torn ourselves from and what we had dared to imagine. A republic, if we could keep it. A government that served its people, not ruled them. A place where power answered to principle.

I stand now in disbelief at what you have allowed to unfold. You have seated a convicted criminal in the executive mansion, and you have handed him the same pen I used to write a declaration for freedom. He signs with greed, not with purpose. He acts not for the public good, but for his own wealth, his own name, his own pleasure.

He uses the pulpit not to unite a people, but to divide them. He does not speak to lift up truth, but to bury it beneath lies and spectacle. He feeds the public hatred, calls fellow citizens enemies, and dares to point fingers at those who oppose his will as traitors. This is not liberty. This is not democracy.

I see a man who turns his back on the very pillars of self-governance. He sells access, favors, and property like a merchant of corruption. Real estate schemes stretch across continents, tangled in the wires of cryptocurrency and foreign dollars. He does not serve. He exploits. And many of you clap along like spectators at a show, blind to the danger.

I once feared the tyranny of kings. Now I fear the tyranny of unchecked ego, inflated by the cheers of enablers who should have been protectors of your republic. Members of Congress now bow their heads and bend their knees not to the people, but to the tantrums of a man who treats the presidency like a scepter.

You are watching your institutions buckle under the weight of one man's thirst for dominance. Universities, law firms, even private businesses are made to bend to his wishes, not out of loyalty, but out of fear. Fear of his tweets. Fear of his vengeance. Fear of being next on his list.

That is not how free people live.

He stands against immigration not with reason, but with cruelty. He speaks of walls and invasions, not of dreams or dignity. He ignores the aching of the planet, the fires in the forests, the rising seas, the poisoned air. He ridicules science. He silences those who sound alarms. You call this leadership?

Healthcare is treated like a battlefield, not a basic right. Debts climb, not for the cause of liberty, but for the cause of the wealthy. Programs meant to support the vulnerable are stripped so that the powerful can profit.

This is not the republic I fought to build. This is not the soil in which democracy grows.

You do not have a leader. You have a man obsessed with his reflection, spinning tales of strength while weakening your foundations.

What I see now is not patriotism. It is performance. What I hear now is not the voice of the people. It is the roar of a mob, encouraged by a man who praises dictators and mocks the rule of law.

What I see now is not a celebration of independence. It is a funeral for truth.

I ask you, citizens of this great nation, what in the world are you doing America?

You have the tools. You have the vote. You have the voice. And still, you let him rise again.

So do not ask me to pretend this day feels like a holiday. Do not ask me to raise a glass or watch the sky explode in color while your country sinks beneath a weight it was never built to carry.

I stand with this man who invited me here. I agree with him. It doesn’t feel like we should be celebrating July 4th this year.

It feels like we should be fighting for it all over again.

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