Namaste operacast,
thank you for the post.
i presume that you are speaking for yourself.
That is
not cute. I am
A) speaking for myself as a U.S. citizen who resides in New York, and
B) I am using "we" because my parents taught me that it was "We the people" who are the government of this country.
That means that when my country does things of which I am ashamed, I am not innocent of the guilt and I partake in the crime whether I wish to or not.
My country paid in blood and treasure countless times over to bring freedom to people who were trapped in colonies brutally oppressed by King George. We inspired peoples everywhere to believe in humans -- not just humanity, but humans -- as each having the same inherent dignity that every pampered monarch had ever been accorded. That idea of liberty and equality submitted solemnly to all the world out of a "decent respect to the opinions of mankind" sparked changes throughout the globe, not quick enough to bring any instant utopia for humanity, but quick enough to transform the very idea of liberty from a whispered hope to a passion that dared speak its name from the rooftops. Our Constitution set a standard for the rule of law over even the mightiest of the mighty. Law and due process were more sacred now than the "sacred" right of kings after all. At the dawn of the new century, a court justice showed even a President that the law now stood over everyone without exception. Then, two generations later, countless lives were sacrificed to rid my country of the hideous stigma of slavery. The next century, we finally gave women the right to vote. And then we recognized the right to freedom from want and freedom from fear. And then countless more lives were sacrificed to prevent more than half the world being overtaken by fascism. Laws were conceived from the rubble of Nuremberg to defend the dignity of every human being, no matter their creed or nation, and to protect each and every person from arbitrary and cruel sequestration. And we subscribed to strengthened Geneva Conventions against unspeakable treatment of all prisoners, while a brave bereaved widow led the way in transforming a shredded League of Nations into the United Nations. Yet more lives were sacrificed in church bombings and in angry streets as we sought to redress the horrible inheritance of slavery. A man of peace and vision, and a very different King from King George, gave us his dream on a bright summer day, only to be martyred upon achieving a small precious part of that dream.
You can guffaw all you like, you can call this corny all you like, but the blood, sweat and tears shed at each and every one of these hurdles have sanctified -- yes, sanctified -- each of these achievements. They are sacred to me, and they are still sacred to millions of shocked and bewildered people throughout this country today. Of course, there have been betrayals of these principles in the past. Of course, our story has reflected the common moral frailties of all humanity. But the struggles against those very frailties have made the achievements that overcame those frailties yet more precious.
Now, we have a new King George. This King George brings war to people who never attacked us. This King George places the mightiest of the mighty above the law. This King George desecrates our Constitution. This King George traduces the rights to freedom from want and freedom from fear. This King George brings us something so close to fascism that its difference from fascism is scarcely worth a second thought. This King George takes people off the street and arbitrarily sequestrates them without due process and indefinitely. This King George throws out the Geneva Conventions and tortures prisoners. And this King George rejects any decent respect to the opinions of mankind as he betrays our solemn heritage in the United Nations and in the entire global community.
Unless you live here, and live in a city where countless international visitors are seen every day, and unless you have to look these visitors in the eye every day and say "Yes, I live here; yes, I'm an American", you will never know what real burning shame truly feels like. -- May you
never know what real burning shame truly feels like.
I refer you to the Book of Jonah: 3:6 - 3:9.
Operacast