Happy 4th of July.
British style means.... nothing.
No fireworks, no comments, nothing.
Stephen asked me last night if it made me sad to be missing July 4th, and I honestly had to say yes. Part of me wanted, once upon a time and even now and again, to not be an American. There are times when I am ashamed of my country and what we are doing in the world and to it. But I still love my country. I love it even when I am ashamed. I will never stop loving my country. It is a fundamental part of who I am. I am shaped by being American, and I am sad to not celebrate its becoming. I don't want to not be American. I just want being American to mean more than egocentricity and money. I want being American to mean something good not only to me, but in the eyes of the world.
So Happy 4th of July, friends and family. My heart is with you even though my body is not.
Friday, 4 July 2008
4th of July - British Style
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Amy,
Just read your blog. We have similar sentiments of being American, but it seems we have a few differences. I didn't choose to be American; it's just a unfortunate happenstance of geography. I think it made me who I am, but not for being "good," but for being the exploitive, dominating, heartless, bigoted, classist. juggernaut that it is (or at least has become since we were born in the early 70s. The only real bright side is that I do have the freedom of speech to say it out loud. But, if I were born in Canada, things might be different...maybe not. Just some thoughts.
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