Twelve score and four years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal, except for migrants, women and the media.
Now we are engaged in a great pandemic, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure, without me running the show. We are met on a great battle-field of that scourge. We have come to dedicate a portion of that potter’s field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that my economy might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate — we can not consecrate — we can not hallow — this ground, which is so ripe for development. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here to acknowledge, my many contributions have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The nation will little vote, and long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what I have done here. It is for us the living well, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work of establishing my reelection which they who expired here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before me — that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion — that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain — that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of economic surge– and that government of the minority, by the minority, for the minority, shall not perish from the earth.