I Love My Country
I
love my country.
I
love it with a clear eye to its failures as well as its triumphs, the
hypocrisies it embodies as well as its loftiest ideals.
My
love for the United States was forged through a child’s eye, shaped by the
lessons of my parents and teachers. It was baptized in memorized incantations –
like the Pledge of Allegiance and Star Spangled Banner, as well as the
hagiographic biographies of men like Washington and Lincoln that one reads in
grade school.
Over
the years, as my experiences grew and my readings deepened in complexity, I
sought out a much more nuanced definition of patriotism.
It
was one that demanded opposition to, and the exposure of, the wrongs inherent
to so much of our society.
It
was a sense of American exceptionalism to be worshiped at the altar of a free
and independent press.
It
was a shining light illuminated by the accomplishments of men and women of
reason who had the courage to challenge the conventional wisdoms they saw as
outdated, naive, or cynical.
As
I grew, I began to see a deep undertow that was also part of our country. It
was one fueled by my fellow citizens who were suspicious of growth, skeptical
of knowledge, and closed minded to new ideas.