The Lifeblood of Unity: A Tribute to an Unknown Savior

 

The Lifeblood of Unity: A Tribute to an Unknown Savior


In my family, we tell a story that defines everything I believe about Public Unity. When my brother Lonnie and I were born in 1953, he was fading. He needed a transfusion to survive his very first day. Per our family history, he was only saved because a single Black woman — a stranger whose name we never knew — stepped forward and gave him her blood.

She didn’t ask about our status. She didn’t look at our labels. She saw a child fighting for his first breath, and she gave of herself so he could have a second.

A Debt We Owe to the Vulnerable


This woman, navigating the systemic hardships of the 1950s, became the silent architect of our family’s future. Her act was a “God thing” — a pure, synchronized moment of humanity that ignored every “man-made sickness” of division, race, and class.

If a stranger’s kindness secured Lonnie’s survival, then how can we as a nation justify the barriers we build today? When I see the current debates on my screen — like Sen. Bernie Sanders fighting against the seizure of wages for those drowning in student debt — I am reminded that we are still fighting the same “evil empires” of justification that would rather take than give.

The “First Breath” Mandate


Because of this unknown woman, the Public Unity Party holds one truth above all others: The rights of our most vulnerable among us, from their first breath to grade school, must be the highest priority of the nation.

  • We will honor her legacy by ensuring no child’s start is “messed with” by poverty or neglect.

  • We will move the needle by creating a “Fairness System” that mirrors her selflessness — a system where we look out for one another’s children as if they were our own.

  • We will protect the 7th Dynamic by recognizing that we are all connected by the same lifeblood woman who saved my brother: your blood still flows, and your spirit of unity is the fuel for our “Moving Forward” mission.

Pow to the moon we go.

Share Your Story of Synchronized Kindness


We are all connected by threads we cannot see. Lonnie is here today because a stranger chose unity over division.

Have you ever experienced a moment of “stranger-kindness” that changed the course of your life? Please share your stories in the comments below. Let us celebrate the “God things” that happen when we look past artificial labels and see each other’s humanity.


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