The simplest gesture of peace among mankind is the shaking of hands. It's an ancient custom. To show an open hand. It is the only true path to peace.
You may hate Obama's policies. But something he said is universal and true. I offer my hand in friendship, but in order to take it you must unclench
This simple act. This shake of each others hand, it symbolizes more than an offering of goodwill. It is the door to peace on Earth.
Do you hate all those in other countries? Or do you hate ideology? Ideology can be ignored for the sake of humanity. I don't hate people of a region,
after all, they are just people. They have families, they have ideas, they have love, they have fun.
I open my hand.
In World War I, men came out of their trenches, they went into no mans land, they went without fear they went with only an open hand.
For a moment in one of mankind's most bloodiest of conflicts, there was peace.
We hated their guts when they killed any of our friends; then we really did dislike them intensely. But otherwise we joked about them and I think
they joked about us. And we thought, well, poor so-and-sos, they're in the same kind of muck as we
In the mud and mire of the trenches of world war I one day there was peace, one day men from both sides laid down their guns and opened their hands.
We shook hands, wished each other a Merry Xmas, and were soon conversing as if we had known each other for years. We were in front of their wire
entanglements and surrounded by Germans - Fritz and I in the centre talking, and Fritz occasionally translating to his friends what I was saying. We
stood inside the circle like streetcorner orators.
Soon most of our company ('A' Company), hearing that I and some others had gone out, followed us . . . What a sight - little groups of Germans and
British extending almost the length of our front! Out of the darkness we could hear laughter and see lighted matches, a German lighting a Scotchman's
cigarette and vice versa, exchanging cigarettes and souvenirs. Where they couldn't talk the language they were making themselves understood by signs,
and everyone seemed to be getting on nicely. Here we were laughing and chatting to men whom only a few hours before we were trying to kill!
They disobeyed their government. These soldiers, these warriors held to a higher code. They for a moment in time showed compassion, they showed an
open hand to their enemy.
And in that instance, their enemy responded in kind. And peace prevailed in hell.
So in that goodwill of those warriors. I open my hand.
I do it for no season, no religion, and no expectation.
I open my hand, with only the hope that those that call me enemy respond in kind.
True peace knows no weapon, true peace knows no government, true peace knows no religion. True peace knows only an open hand.
I open my hand.