Let this image of a single white rose be more than a flower. Let it be a signal flare from the past—a call to remember and to resist. The white rose has long been a symbol of purity and moral courage. But more specifically, it echoes the bravery of the White Rose movement, a group of young German students and one professor who, at the height of Nazi terror, stood in nonviolent resistance to the regime. They did not raise arms. They raised their voices. Through leaflets and words scrawled in chalk on stone, they pleaded with their fellow citizens to wake up—to see the truth of what was happening around them, and to act.
Hans and Sophie Scholl, Christoph Probst, Willi Graf, Alexander Schmorell, and Kurt Huber were the core of this group. They were caught. They were tried in a sham court. And they were executed—guillotined—four days after their arrest. Yet their words live on. Their courage endures.
They remind us that the measure of a life is not always its length, but the clarity of its moral compass. They remind us that silence in the face of injustice is complicity. And they remind us that symbols matter. A single white rose can carry the weight of defiance. It can be a lantern in the dark.
In our time, there are again shadows gathering. Leaders who exploit fear. Institutions eroded. Rights stripped. Truth twisted. It is tempting to look away. But we must not.
As a symbol of our moral outrage at what is happening in our country, I am adopting the image of a single white rose. It represents not only resistance to tyranny, but faith in the better angels of our nature. Our country, for all its deep flaws, has always been a work in progress—a struggle between its highest ideals and its darkest impulses. But I always believed we were moving, however slowly, toward justice, inclusion, and shared humanity.
That path now feels threatened. Leaders who do not recognize that a nation’s people—all its people—are its greatest asset, are not fit to lead. Leadership must be rooted in service, not ego. In compassion, not cruelty. In truth, not propaganda.
Let the single white rose be our symbol. Our guidepost. Our whispered promise to one another: we will not look away. We will not be silent. We will remember the past, and in doing so, shape the future. A better one. A braver one. A freer one.
“Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter.”
~Martin Luther King, Jr.
~Wylddane