For those who are Dr Seuss fans or have children probably know of HORTON, an Elephant in the Jungle of Nool.  For those who aren’t familiar let me explain that Horton is a kind elephant that comes across an insignificant speck of dust.  But is it just a speck of dust?  Horton took the time to really listen and he heard a teenie tiny little voice and soon realized that the voice is the mayor of a teenie tiny little universe called Who-ville.  Now I am not telling you this story to bring you into a fantasy land.  From the stories of our youth come lessons that we are still yet to learn.  Horton refused to denounce those little voices that he was hearing because to him they were real and they were important.  As he often said “a person’s a person, no matter how small”.


Today we are facing the noise of all of those in the Jungle of Nool who are so loud that they are drowning out our little voices in Who-ville.  Well if you know the story Horton and the Mayor of Who-ville had to get all of those Who-ville Citizens to shout and to be heard because the citizens of Nool did not believe that upon that speck were true people with real voices and feelings BECAUSE they could not hear them and they wanted to destroy that teenie tiny little speck of dust”…


(Hopefully this excerpt does not get me in hot water but…)


Mr Mayor! Mr Mayor!” Horton called.  “Mr Mayor!”

You’ve GOT to prove now that you really are there!

So call a big meeting. Get everyone out.

Make every Who holler! Make every Who shout!

Make every Who scream ! If you don’t, every Who

Is going to end up in a Beezle-Nut stew!”

And his people cried loudly. They cried out in fear:

“We are here! We are here! We are here! We are here!”

The elephant smiled: “That was clear as a bell.

You kangaroos surely heard that very well.”

Sadly the kangaroos heard nothing but a breeze in the far distant trees.  Their answer was to beat and maul poor Horton to take that teenie tiny little speck to destroy it.  No matter what was happening to Horton he told those teenie tiny voices in Who-ville that no matter what

“DON’T GIVE UP.  I believe in you all!

A person’s a person, no matter how small!

And you very small person will not have to die

If you make yourselves heard! So come on, now, and TRY!”

The Mayor grabbed a tom-tom. He started to smack it.

And, all over the Who-ville, they whooped up a racket.

They rattled tin kettles! They beat on brass pans,

On garbage pail tops and old cranberry cans!

They blew on bazookas and blasted great toots

On clarinets, oom-pahs and flutes!


Still the kangaroos could not hear those Who’s.  So Horton called back,


“I can hear you just fine

But the Kangaroos’ ears aren’t as strong, quite, as mine.

They don’t hear a thing! Are you sure all your boys

Are doing their best? Are they ALL making noise?

Are you sure every Who down in Who-ville is working?

Quick Look through your town! Is there anyone shirking?

As the mayor rushed through the town he saw every WHO giving his all…or were they???


And almost about to give up in despair,

He suddenly burst through a door and that Mayor

Discovered on shirker! Quite hidden away

In the Fairfax Apartments (Apartment 12-J)

A very small, very small shirker named Jo-Jo

Was standing, just standing, and boucing a Yo-Yo!

Not making a sound! Not a yipp! Not a chirp!

And the Mayor rushed insided and he grabbed the young twerp!

And he climbed with the lad up the Eiffelberg Tower.

“This”, cried the Mayor, “is your darkest hour!

The time for all Whos who have blood that is red

To come to the aid of their country!” he said.

“We’ve GOT to make noises in greater amounts!

So, open your mouth, lad!  FOR EVERY VOICE COUNTS!”


Well that little Who added his voice to all of the voices and miraculously that single voice was enough to make enough noise that those Kangaroos finally heard that this was not just a teenie tiny speck of dust.


SO I SAY TO YOU ALL MAKE YOUR VOICES HEARD AND PLEASE LOOK IN THE CORNERS TO SEE WHO HAS GIVEN UP AND IS NOT RAISING THIER VOICES. Alone we may seem small and insignificant but combined our voices can make the tiniest of ears hear our cries.


The final lines in this beautiful story…

“From sun in the summer.  From rain when it’s fall-ish,

I’m going to protect them.  No matter how small-ish!”


We are NOT small-ish and we definitely are not insignificant so please don’t act it…Be who you are and strong and stand up and fight in the most peaceful manner.


We always say to contact your legislator to let them know when you disagree with what they are doing or if you want them to VOTE your way…BUT consider contacting your legislator to let them know that you are watching and that you appreciate what they are doing to help get your voice out of that teenie tiny speck of dust.  We all need to be loved and I can tell you as a legislator the most spine fortifying thing that can happen to me is to hear from my constituents that I am doing a good job and that I am on the right track.  Now the point of my story wasn’t to get a pat on the back it was to ENCOURAGE ALL TO LET THIER VOICES BE HEARD.  Yipp and Yapp and Beep and Bipp and Ruckus and Roar – yell loud and be heard!


I hope that Dr Suess’s family forgives me for stealing his words but I thought it was the easiest way to get my point across.  SHOUT AND BE HEARD!!!!!