Showing posts with label patriotism. Show all posts
Showing posts with label patriotism. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Thoughts on the Inauguration

[updated]
It has been a seriously long time since I've been proud to be an American. Yesterday, though, in a living room out here in the wilds of Kansas, I found myself standing as the national anthem was sung at the Inauguration of Barack Obama.

There were about 20 of us in the room -- lesbian and straight together. First one person stood, then another, and then we all stood. We reached out our hands for each other and held on as if we were bobbing up from a deep, murky ocean, and our faces were finally breaking free into the sweet air. We sang the Star Spangled Banner loudly, lustfully and somewhat off tune, but we sang it as if we were standing on the Mall in Washington, D.C. We sang it because we were overcome with love for our country. Tears streamed down my face.

I know I will disagree with Obama on policy. I already do on some things. I suspect that I will be screaming angry at him and his administration at some point. But at that moment, I felt that we had reclaimed what was best about our country. We reclaimed the promise of the United States.
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A few more thoughts just in case I wasn't clear...

I seldom agree with Maureen Dowd, but she captured my feelings well. Watching George W. Bush's helicopter fly away, I felt a mass of grief leaving my heart. I had always known that it hurt to watch Bush twist our nation into a place where fear and greed ruled, where one faction was pitted against another for political gain. I just didn't realize until Bush was finally, absolutely gone how much pain I, and we as a nation, had suffered.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Independence Day musings: The dangers of patriotism

By Nancy Jane Moore

"I don't love my country."

Law Professor Brian Tamanaha wrote those words in a post on Balkinization called "Blood on the Hands of the State."

In the post, he points out that states, "in the name of some ideology, or some image of national purity or dominance, or in the name of religion, or simply to plunder," kill their own citizens or call them up to fight others, causing untold deaths.

He goes on to observe:
Learn this history and you will see the price patriotism exacts. For many reasons, I feel fortunate to have been born in the United States, but I don’t love my country. It has no love for any of us.

As you might expect, he drew a lot of reaction to those comments, including comments from another law professor who observed on his blog:

Brian you may not love your country, but your country loves you, even if you don't know it. You are its raison d'etre. The fundamental purpose of a democratic country like the United States is to serve you and your fellow citizens. Representative democracy means that our elected officials are trying (albeit imperfectly) to look out for your interests, your benefits, your needs, and your wants. Your country seeks to protect your safety, your economic well-being, your property, and your freedoms.

In reply, Tamanaha -- after asking "Does my country’s heart beat faster when it thinks of me?" -- went on to make an important point:

I know he did not mean “your country loves you” literally (right?), although he did wax at length. But it is precisely talk like this that makes patriotism so dangerous, substituting metaphor and emotion for reason and careful evaluation. Much of his post consists of glorified abstractions of the state, slogans we repeat unthinkingly so often that they become truths in our mind.

I've been pondering Tamanaha's post. Like most Americans, I was brought up to see my country as "different." We are truly free; our government is chosen in the fairest possible way; history as taught touts our inevitable progress toward the greatest possible freedom; McCarthyism and Jim Crow laws were aberrations, eventually corrected.

So of course we should love our country, shouldn't we? That's real patriotism, right?

The Civil Rights Movement and the Vietnam War all made me cynical about the U.S. But for years I've still thought of our country as flawed, but fixable. Despite our excesses in the world, our hearts were in the right place. Eventually we would live up to our potential.

The Bush years destroyed my optimism. I have seen my country at its worst and it's an ugly sight -- the blatant abuse of raw power, without even lip service to the core principles on which the US was founded.

Perhaps this is inevitable, as Tamanaha hints in his posts. Perhaps a state can never really be "good" in that moral sense. Tamanaha suggests that the state will disappear, which makes me wonder what powerful institutions will replace it. Corporations, perhaps? Even in this day and age where government does little to rein in corporations, I find myself shuddering at what they might become with no state power to keep them in line. A powerful institution in which my voice might possibly be heard strikes me as preferable one in which my ideas will be stomped into the ground.

Perhaps I lack imagination, because I have trouble imagining a world without some large power structures unless I also imagine massive destruction and chaos.

But I digress, because what Tamanaha's post really made me think about were Shakespeare's history plays, particularly the ones set during the War of the Roses. People declared their loyalties to a king or a lord who wished to be king, and called that patriotism. Such patriotism became treason, of course, if the other man won. And none of those who sought power really had the good of England at his heart; none ever did anything for the common people who fought in his name.

Our country is supposed to be different, but is it? Our young people are dying in Iraq not for the greater good of us all, but because of the power dreams of those running the U.S. It is a farce to say they are serving their country, because the Iraq War is doing our country so much harm. Bush has exploited their urge to serve and used it for his own desires, much like all those kings and would-be kings of England.

In a democratic state, it is way past time we learned that patriotism does not simply consist of following leaders blindly. If we would have a country that we can love -- if we would have a country that might actually love its people -- we must stand up against it when it goes astray. While I completely understand why some people feel the urge to serve their country through the military -- particularly in these troubled times -- the misuse of that service is appalling. The country would be better off if people who want to serve put their energies into opposing our current leadership instead of following its orders.

There are more ways to serve one's country than with a gun.

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

Let us remember who we are

By Diane Silver

On this day 231 years ago, 56 Americans signed their names to a revolutionary document. In so doing, they branded themselves as traitors and risked paying an awful price. They also defined what it means to be a citizen of the United States.

Not only did Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Franklin and all the others declare our independence from a king, but they also set forth on paper who we are as a people. We have tried to live up to their ideals ever since. We succeed, sometimes in surprising ways, but we also fail. We stumble. We stagger up. And we try again.

To be a patriot of the United States is to remember who we are.

To be a patriot of the United States is to hold our neighbors and our government accountable.

To be a patriot of the United States is to hold even ourselves to these ideals as difficult as they may sometimes be to follow.

To forget -- to claim that "all" means only our friends, only our family, only our closest neighbors or only the people within our borders -- is to turn our backs on the legacy of our founders. It is to lose our way as Americans.

Two hundred and thirty one years ago, brave people signed their names to the most revolutionary idea of all:
We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness.

Amid the fireworks and barbeques today, I pray that we can remember what our country is supposed to be.

Even in a time of war, terror and fear, we must remember our ideals. We do not stand for torture, persecution of others, discrimination and the imperial idea that we can do anything we want to anyone who frightens us.

On this day, let us remember who we are.