Transcript · English → Uzbek
English → Uzbek transcript
Chunki biz kichik bizneslarni barpo etayotganimizda, bolalar maktabga ketayotganda qo'shiq kuylayotgan payt edi
Maktabga borayotgan chog'ida ko'chalarimizdan o'nlab namoyishlar o'tayotgandi, ular Amerikadagi musulmonlar haqida baqirishardi
Ba'zilari chalg'itilgan edi, boshqalari esa yuragida nafrat bilan kelgandi
Bir kishi Qur'onni bekon bilan o'rab, aholiga baqirgan edi, va men jonli efirga ulanganimda eshitdimki
u boshqalarni maymun deb atayotgan, ularning Amerikaga mos emasligini aytayotgan edi
Va u bu ishni ironik ravishda Eski
Shahar Ma'muriyati oldidagi tarixiy tavallud sahnasi — tinchlik ramzi va shahrimizdagi minglab nasroniy
oilalar uchun muqaddas ramz ekanligi, hamda musulmon oilalari uchun ham muqaddas ekanligi
Ammo shunga qaramay, hatto o'shanda ham Dearborn aslida kim ekanligimizni ko'rsatdi
Men bir nafar mahalliy aholi a'zosi — mahalliy sartaroshni — uning hikoyasida ko'rdim
U qaytib baqirdi: siz menga nima desangiz ham, bilishingizni xohlayman, men hanuzgacha sevaman
seni ukam sifatida.
U o‘tib ketayotganlarga tarqatishni boshlash uchun bir quti suv sotib oldi va ularga shunday dedi:
“Umid qilamanki, yuragingizni egallab olgan jaholat bir kun parchalanadi.”
Bu Dearborn — qo‘shnilar bir-biriga yordamga keladigan joy, og‘riq esa
mehribonlik bilan qarshi olinadi, nafrat esa qadr-qimmat, odob va umumiy insonligimiz orqali ildizdan yo‘q qilinadi.
Shunday qilib, bugun kechqurun, o‘sha namoyishchilar biz har yili Memorial Day paradida yuradigan shu yo‘ldan yurganida,
Michigan shtatidagi eng uzoq davom etayotgan Memorial Day paradimiz, 2026 yilda yuz yilligimizni nishonlaydigan,
ana shu ko‘cha — biz jonini qurbon qilgan qahramonlarni hurmat qiladigan, ular o‘z hayotlarini
bag‘ishlab, eng oliy darajadagi qurbonlikni qildilar, bizga muhim bir narsa eslatildi.
Jasorat baland ovoz bilan ifoda etilmaydi.
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Original transcript (English)
Because while we were building up small businesses, while children were singing on their way to school, dozens of protests were marching through our streets, shouting about Muslims in America. Some of them were misled, others came with hate in their hearts. One man wrapped a Quran in bacon and screamed at residents, and as I tuned in live, I heard him calling others monkeys and saying that they are incompatible with America.
And he did this, ironically, while walking past our historic nativity scene at the Old City Hall, a symbol of peace and a symbol that is sacred for thousands of Christian families in our city, and Muslim families as well. And yet, even then, Dearborn showed who we truly were. I saw one resident and local barber on his story.
He shouted back, that no matter what you tell me, I want you to know I still love you as my brother. He bought a case of water to start passing out to everybody marching by, and he told them that I hope the ignorance that has encapsulated your heart shatters one day. That is Dearborn, a place where neighbors show up for one another, where hurt is met
with compassion, where hate is rooted out by dignity, by decency, and by our shared humanity. And so tonight, as those marchers walk the same road we walk every Memorial Day parade, the longest reigning Memorial Day parade in the state of Michigan, celebrating our centennial anniversary in 2026, the same street where we honor the fallen heroes who carried their lives and made the ultimate sacrifice, we were reminded of something fundamental.
Courage is not loud.
