Full Transcript of Prime Minister Goldman’s Saturday Night Remarks

HAIGHT-ASBURY DISTRICT — Speaking before a packed gathering at Furthur Stage on Saturday night, Prime Minister Regina Goldman delivered her annual Harvest Fest address to citizens from across the twelve districts.

Below is the complete transcript of Prime Minister Goldman’s remarks as delivered from the stage.

Good evening, Goldman Mill! Look out across this square tonight—look at the lanterns, smell the woodsmoke and the spiced cider, and look at the faces standing right beside you. From the towers of Downtown to Eco Island, from the fields of Zelah Farm to the timberlands of the Berrigan Commune, you have brought the entire heart of our nation right here to Furthur Stage in the Haight-Asbury District.

Every November, we gather to give thanks for the tangible bounty of the Unbroken Green—for the Harambee squash, the heirloom apples, the heritage grains, and the clean, solar-powered abundance that keeps our homes warm and our tables full without ever asking the Earth to bleed for our comfort.

I just returned home from representing our 136-year-old Sovereign Microstate of Peace at the European Political Community Summit in Dublin. Standing beside the River Liffey with nearly 50 world leaders, I heard a great deal of talk about what makes a nation “strong” and “secure.” Out there in the wider world, strength is too often measured in stockpiles, high walls, and fear of the stranger.
Coming home to stand on this stage tonight, surrounded by all of you, is the clearest reminder imaginable of how wrong that measure is.

Look at what we have built together over more than a century—and look at how we have carried it forward through the trials of recent years. When our peace was tested, when we had to ask ourselves the hardest questions about who we are and how we protect our sanctuary, we refused to let fear harden our hearts. We refined our stewardship, we updated our Citizens Handbook to meet a changing world, and we chose—as Millers have always chosen—to keep our doors open to radical empathy, mutual aid, and active peacemaking.
Our true harvest is never just what we pull from the soil. Our true harvest is one another.

It is the neighbor who hears a cry for help on Shakedown Parkway and runs toward the smoke before the alarm even finishes ringing. It is the artisan who opens a barn door so every grower has a stall to share their craft. It is the teacher, the healer, the unarmed Garda walking the beat with patience and decency, and the young people laughing on the swings under autumn lights.

We do not have to wait for the outside world to figure out how to live in peace. We are living it right here, right now, in the way we tend the land, share our resources, and lift each other up when the nights grow cold.

So tonight, raise your mugs of cider. Dance to the music, share bread with someone from a district you haven’t visited lately, and take pride in the quiet, revolutionary work you do every single day to keep this light burning.

Thank you, happy Harvest Fest, and Pax Vobiscum.