Wake Up In America
While W. was president, friends in Europe warned me to say I was Canadian. Even before that, I used to take it as a compliment when foreigners here would say that I didn’t seem American. In retrospect, I think we were thinking about that “ugly Americans” concept.
But that’s not who we are. At least it’s not the whole story.
To me, to be American is to be human: fallible, while committed to the loftiest of ideals. “Liberty and Justice for All.” We recite those words, literally, every day as kids. I would love to say that a life in America guarantees freedom and fairness to everyone, but America is an idea. The country is a lot like I am: a work in progress.
America is a place of Progress. Inching forward towards Liberty and Justice for all. But, then again, I reckon that’s what all humans want, no matter where they are.
Do you know this poem by Langston Hughes? Let America Be America Again.