I’m indifferent about the 4th of July this year. I’m just not feeling it. This morning, as I drove to Target to pick up a few cleaning supplies and some paper towels, I noticed an abundance of flags flapping in the wind. One home—a ranch-style just off what has become a main road connecting the newer and older parts of town—had an entire army of American flags marching in step, one by one. Instead of being excited to celebrate with grilled hamburgers and hot dogs and homemade potato salad, I feel this sense of dread, a looming threat. I’m not proud of my country right now, nor should I be.
I’ll just listen to Johnny Cash and celebrate Ninah’s birthday with Jackson, Pop Pop and the kids. At the end of the day, we have our close friends–our allies–and we have our families.
Happy 4th of July from Pollyanna in the United States of America on planet Earth, where in God we trust, so we arm ourselves and scream of our own injustices in the face of suffering. Where we deny solitude to others in this diverse world we profess He created.
God Bless America!
Home of the oppressed and the broken. It’s only when we are united in one nation under God that we win. There, that sounds more accurate.
“I pledge allegiance to the Flag of the United States of America, and to the Republic for which it stands, one Nation under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
The humans are better than this.
C.Brownlee, Writer, Space Force, 2018