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Is there hope?

It’s a fair question — and one that’s getting harder to ask without someone rolling their eyes, changing the subject, or turning up the volume on a cable news echo chamber.

Here in Bemidji, we’re not immune to the noise. We see the headlines. We feel the inflation. We watch billionaires launch rockets while some of our neighbors can’t even afford a dentist.

We hear promises from Washington that rarely make it past Grand Forks. Meanwhile, we’re told to either pick a team or stay silent.

But hope doesn’t live in soundbites or party platforms. It lives in real places — on the Rez, where communities are still fighting for basic services generations later. In the break rooms where older workers wonder if their pensions will hold. In classrooms where students, local and out-of-state alike, ask bigger questions than many leaders can answer.

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Dec 31, 1969

We keep getting told this is the most divided time in American history, but maybe the bigger truth is that people are tired of being divided on purpose.

Tired of being fed outrage while the things that really matter — our water, our wages, our voices — get negotiated behind closed doors. We’re tired of watching the same corporations and political dynasties pretend they’re on our side while raking in campaign money, defense contracts, or social media clout.

So, is there hope?

Yes — but not if we keep waiting for it to trickle down from D.C. or Silicon Valley. Hope lives here, in Bemidji. In the conversations that aren’t on camera. In the work being done quietly and urgently by people who’ve never had the luxury of apathy.

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Dec 31, 1969

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By  Pioneer Editorial Board

Hope is something we build, not something we binge, vote for, or hashtag. So let’s build it together. Across generations. Across cultures. Across the damn aisle if we have to.

Because if we don’t? Someone else will build something for us — and it probably won’t have our best interests at heart.