Fourth of July
“We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable Rights, that among these are Life,
Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these rights, Governments are
instituted among men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed.
That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the
Right of the People to alter or abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles, and organizing its powers in such form, as to them to
seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness.”
United States Declaration of Independence (italics mine)
“Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.” – Samuel Johnson
I saw a man today, the Fourth of July,
wearing a red, white and blue “USA” cap
as he climbed into a recent model pickup
with two flag decals on the bumper
and a sticker reading “POWERED BY SMITH AND WESSON.”
In a small town somewhere in the Midwest
a short balding man with a soft body
wearing a red, white, and blue tie
will praise the soldiers “in harm’s way”
from a podium where he’s flanked by men in uniform
sitting stoically in uncomfortable chairs behind him,
many of whom carry the scars of battle on their bodies,
and in their hearts and their minds.
He will offer the usual platitudes
and scorn those who criticize the government
as betrayers of the country.
After the speeches and ceremonies he will
eat fried chicken and strawberry shortcake
and drink beer and maybe some bourbon
with people who take great pains to agree with each other
so no one is accused of thinking for themselves.
The mayors and governors and the president
will all come out and make the required speeches
that all sound about like they did last year.
The Fourth of July is a good holiday.
It’s good to celebrate the country’s independence
and honor the ideals it tried to encode in our charter,
ideals that were and are a worthy aspiration.
But no, it’s not patriotism that spouts unconsidered praise
hiding truth from honest and fair judgment.
It’s not patriotism that showers unearned admiration on politicians
who rubber stamp every military and corporate request,
who lie and deceive and fill their deep pockets
with contributions from Daddy Warbucks defense industries
while they claim to love America.
While we pretend they mean what they say.
While we mouth the standard platitudes
out of fear we’ll be called un-American if we don’t assent.
They’re pseudo-patriots in sheep’s clothing,
wearing “love of country” as a disguise.
I would wave the flag high myself
and maybe even wear a red, white, and blue “USA” cap
if it weren’t for so many flag-wavers who puff up
as if patriotic buzzwords made them pure
and erased the words and deeds they hide in the shadows.
But I see well enough into those shadows, and I’m not alone.
We might instead place the mantle of patriot
on those who can carry it honestly,
who care enough about the country
to gently but resolutely shine a light into the darkness
so we can see the holes in the fabric that need mending
while they also celebrate what we can rightly take pride in.
Those who care the way the framers of the constitution did
to protect this fragile structure from the abuses
their foresight allowed them to see the danger of
that are now shredding the fabric of the country they built..
It’s sometimes said that a true friend is the one
who lovingly and gently tells you the truth,
be it dark or light.
BN