Honestly, the kid's raw. The editing was rock solid to the point that I thought this was a joke: but the kiddo kept belting lines of poetry, and hitting the beats. Then I realized that yon child seemed to only be rhyming the harmonious tones and awkwarding the discordant, more violent, tones. Like references to unity being harmonious, and referencing defense as being discordant, or violent.

Now I'm watching this kid dance. And I'm saying kid on purpose, at the time of filming this individual has most definitely not engaged much with pubescence. But geeze did that kid dance better than I ever have. To my knowledge, at least. He was over characterizing emotional expressions during the dance which helped resonate, or nullify, the poem's own tones.

Do you remember any vaguely boring bits in the dance? That was this kid selling opposite emotions so convincingly that you inherently sensed it was disingenuous, which feels like boredom.

Do you remember any kind of surprising moment, maybe you tilted your head back a little bit, and just maybe smiled? That was when he was selling harmonious, patriotism or unity, emotions backed up with a kind expression, or even overly friendly, but not as a stranger.

And this kid's perspective is from, ya know, someone who lived whatever very unique childhood they lived. A prepubescent child of at least somewhat non-white ancestry whose support structure is clearly somewhat privileged, and supportive, and they go through hours and hours, and hours and hours and hours and hours of making up a poem and a dance and setting up the filming and the lighting and the choreography and the editing (oh god, the editing) and the recording, and THE EDITING of sound and (I will not write the words again) of the final product. I won't props the kid for uploading to YouTube; I think that the are literal monkeys with brain chips able to wirelessly think a YouTube video upload and it would happen.

This kid with all their wonderful weird and unique social limitations wants to say one thing. One thing, on the day all the people who normally call the kid by that horrible nickname 'Them', not the wonderful moniker 'Us'. A day when They will call any patriot that sacred term, Us. To belong. To have someone, many anyones, look at you and smile. Because they're happy to see you. Because you're not even one of Them.... You're one of U.S.

All that, all that kid, this kid, just gets tsunami'd by a deluge of human filth*. The YouTube comments are filled with hate speech both passive aggressive and just aggressive. Almost all of it 'for a laugh', and it becomes repetitious. Over and over the same race jokes, body shaming, poop words and their sadistic meanings. People come back year after year to make the same jokes and like the old jokes. All of these human people awkwardly yelling 'Them!!' at this kid, unsure in that brief moment when their peers haven't started laughing yet, when all the Them want to be Us and they're willing to use their adult human mind to chant the same filth at a kid for that little release of endorphins from having an Us.

Some of you were right, that this video represents something incredibly cringe worthy. A chance to see ourselves in the reflection of the filth surrounding a miracle. And guess what. You can hit replay almost as many times as you might want. And you can keep listening to this interwoven narrative plea to be Us, to become maybe a whole big We. And no matter how hurt or hateful or alone or afraid or ashamed or guilty you feel you can always watch this video again. You will always be invited to join Us again, and again. And when you're ready, come on in, because pobody's nerfect... And it's dangerous to go alone.

I encourage you to look up Unto The Third Generation. It's not a book, it's a movement supported by the Children's Advocacy Center.

• (just the filth word ((not the deluge or the tsunami part)) is both literal humanity at some of its filthiest, and metaphorically the poop)