→ Enslaved people who dreamed of freedom despite never tasting it—they were not naive.

→ Women who demanded the vote in a world that laughed in their faces—they were not naive.

→ Black youth who sat at segregated lunch counters risking beatings for a hamburger—they were not naive.

They were hopeful. And hope, when wielded correctly, is a weapon. A strategy. A refusal to let the bastards win.