March 5, 2017
President, United States of America
The White House
1600 Pennsylvania Avenue NW
Washington, D.C. 20500
Dear Mr. President,
Greetings. This is the sixth week and fourth letter in my attempt to write to you every week of your Presidency. Two weeks, again, have gone by without me writing to you. Sorry about that.
I write to you on weekends and my weekends are not spent at plush Florida resorts, as most of yours are. My weekends are spent with family, in volunteer service in the community, and in worship with my local church (which I serve part-time as pastor). I squeeze in a half-marathon training run or bicycle ride, but weekends are for me full of what, it seems to me, really makes America great.
Family, community service, and worship—not draconian policies on refugees and immigrants—are what make America great. Family, community service, and worship—not policies that unleash Wall Street speculators to take advantage of investors and roll back basic consumer protections—are what make America great. Family, community service, and worship—not weekends full of irresponsible Tweeting unfounded accusations and paranoid conspiracies—are what make America great.
On weekends, my wife and I spend time together. We together connect with our young adult children. I participate in leading a weekly dinner served to urban neighbors living in poverty with permanent disabilities, felonies, and life challenges that make work and normal life difficult. I lead weekly worship services and share a Bible-based sermon for a small urban community of faith that offers its facilities to address the needs of our low-income community.
I do this—week in, week out—not for reward or recognition, but because this is my faith and because it is what Christians and American citizens do. Because of my concerns for your leadership and its impact on America, I also try to find time to write to you. I found time this Sunday evening. I see you found time for another unhinged Tweet storm and a few rounds of golf. My concern for you and for America grows.
John Franklin Hay