Independence Day

I have always loved the fourth of July; the mid-summer holiday, the nostalgic look back at the victories of the Continental Soldiers, the American revolutionaries throwing off the yoke of tyranny and the oppression of kings.

I loved it

I loved it uncritically as a child.

I loved it without thought or question.

A part of me still does.

As I grew older, and I learned more about the real history of the revolutionary war, the real politics of the founders, the philosophies that drove them, the numerous ways in which they were morally and ethically compromised (compromise is too light of a word), by war mongering, and profiteering, and slave-holding. As I learned more about these truths, it became self-evident, that the nation was founded on a carefully balanced set of ideals that the founders themselves did not have the courage to live up to.

America was founded on a compact of lies.

The preamble to the constitution states that all people are created equal, and inherently possess, rights which they cannot be separated from, the foremost of which are life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness.

The rights are inalienable, or se we are told. They do not derive from government, they derive from God, the creator of the universe, and every person in it, they do not belong to us because we are Americans, they belong to us because we are human beings, and the American purpose is to defend those rights, both within our borders, and around the world.

This was never more than wishful thinking.

The expression of this truth in the Declaration of independence, and its codification in law, in the Constitution and the Bill of Rights, did not at the same time abolish the institutions of slavery, give women the right to own land, to vote and other rights of self-determination.

It did not outlaw wars of aggression against the sovereign nations of the First People. These self-evident truths, these inalienable rights, did not prevent the United States of America from entering a campaign of genocide and extermination against them.

The founders applied these principles to themselves, and their “peers,” and used those principles to justify their separation for the dominion of the kings of England, they used them to protect their property after the war of independence had been won.

The 4th of July is Independence Day, it is a day to celebrate our freedom, and our victory in the revolutionary war, there is much to celebrate in that.

I am a veteran, I know that war and battle create many opportunities for selflessness and displays of courage that most human beings cannot help but admire and applaud, even though the antecedents of war and the causes of conflict are always unjust, morally vacant and abhorrent.

In my heart, I want to celebrate the revolutionaries, their courage, the flag which unifies us as a nation, but I find it difficult. The story of the America, beginning on July 4th, is one that has many bright moments, but we are foolish, cold-hearted and ignorant if we do not at the same time recognize the millions of slaves who built our first cities, who farmed the plantations, who established our first industries, and the millions of people belonging to sovereign nations that we crushed in our westward expansion, starving and killing them without mercy, displacing them, outlawing their religion and customs, erasing their languages.

I find it difficult. Who among us, knowing that history, finds it easy?

The 4th of July should be a time of soul searching and deep reflection, forget about the flag waving and jingoism.

Ask yourself what it means to be an American; immigrant, refugee, stolen people, enslaved people, conquered people, vanquished people, and the revolutionary too we are the descendants of them all, the immigrant, the refugee, the stolen, the enslaved, the conquered, the vanquished, and the revolutionary too.

We are a great nation, if and only if we remember it all.

Given – 2018.07.04
Given 1st – 2016.07.04

Emergence 3.0 – Section Four, Kathy; Part Twenty-five, Abnormal; Chapter Three, Sequestered

Emergence 3.0
A Novel – In One Page Per Day
Day 185, Wednesday
July 4th, 2018

Chapter Three: Sequestered

Kathy’s private education was a bitter disappointment. Her parents quickly learned that they must put non-disclosure agreements in place with everyone who came in contact with Kathy, after which they were constantly occupied with the legal action to enforce them.

By her tenth birthday, Kathy’s parents decided to forego tutors. They had proven to be of little help to her or to them.

They put her in the care of doctors and clergy, people from institutions which they believed had a broader commitment to supernal values, to doing good for the sake of doing good. They told themselves that this would protect Kathy from the meanness of the world.

They placed Kathy completely in their care, entrusting them to guard and educate her. With that they withdrew.

They finally found the release they were looking for. They took what savings they had left and moved as far away as possible. They had no more desire to be a part of the decision making processes for their daughter.

They gave up.

Kathy was alone now.

She was not an orphan, she was just a child with no parents.

She was overwhelming sad at the absence of the only people who had ever loved her.

She was despondent.

Kathy withdrew into herself and patiently endured being an object of fascination.

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