Driving around lately, I have seen so many billboards and marquees proclaiming how proud people are of being Americans. However, I don’t know what it means to be an American as of September 14, 2001. Bombing a faceless nameless Arab country into a radioactive sludge is certainly not what it means to me. As much as the World Trade Center meant to me, two majestic monolithic structures that hold memories throughout my entire life, possibly more than any other building, in their quiet permanence, though I always liked the Empire State Building better, they don’t signify what it means to be an American.
When I shed my cynicism and delve deeply into what it means to be an American, that small part of me that feels any sort of patriotism with or without a crisis to bring it the front, I examine what that means to me.
Being an American means to me, the country that defied an empire for the sake of a few ideals. A country that has always attempted to live by a rigid code that can be summed up with ten rules that are designed to protect those ideals, and also define what those ideals are. Being an American is filling with pride when you hear the names of people like Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson, despite and foibles and shortcomings they may have, sometimes not even living up to their own ideals. However these men strived for ideals and accomplished them, in a more coherent form than had any country ever before or ever since.
Now these ideals have come into question in the past few years, and I often question if we still live by them, and for the most part I think we do. We have many programs that fly in the face of those ideals, yet I can still walk down the street with a shirt that says just about anything on it. I can actually build a house of worship to pretty much any god that I like. I can own a gun to protect my home from intruders, or if need be my very own government. My government has built in rules to protect me from IT, not from outsiders but from IT. I find that rather remarkable.
Now is a time where I find these ideals coming into question. My country is a place where an arab can walk down the street and come mourn the loss of his countrymen AND mine even though someone killed those countrymen in the name of HIS god. I know he did not do it, and if he did, I would rather err on the side of the ideals.
So what are YOU fighting for, is my question. Are you fighting for the ideals that have slowly eroded over the past few years but still stand as a monument to their meaning? It seems to me with all the questions of what freedoms you would give up, that most people are not fighting for that. It seems that most people are fighting for safety. Fighting for safety is a worthy cause, I have no problem with it. However it is not fighting for freedom. The people who are fighting for safety alone are not fighting for the ideals of this country, they are fighting to make sure there home can be a safe place to live and I think on the ideal front many of us have already lost this war, though they may still win on the safety front.
I am going to close this with a quote from Ben Franklin that was my sig file for longer than any other sig that I have had.
“They that give up essential liberty for a little bit of temporary safety, deserve neither liberty nor safety.”
Now I believe without liberty there is no safety, but that is just me, others may feel very safe without it.
Love,
Erek