Next
Saturday will mark another July 4th. When I was a kid, everyone
called it the “Fourth of July.” Now people call it “Independence Day—at least
most of the ones I know call it that.
We’ll
witness the usual array of parades, picnics, local remembrances, and of course,
the biggie that takes place in our nation’s capital on the Mall. As it should,
patriotism will rule.
Being a
combat veteran, I consider myself a patriot with a sometimes-irrepressible urge
to wave the American flag.
But, even
though many now use the terms patriot
and nationalist interchangeably, in
my mind there is still a stark difference between the two terms.
Nationalists
tend to be boisterous chest thumpers, waving the flag in the faces of other
nations out of sheer disdain for them. The rallying call always seems to be “Our
country right or wrong and if other nations don’t like it, TOUGH!”
Patriotism,
on the other hand, is unyielding love for country, but including an absolute
right to criticize it when necessary. In other words, it’s our country, right
or wrong. But, when it’s wrong, we’ll call the foul.
So, I’m
a PROUD patriot. I don’t hand out
business cards or anything like that, nor do I criticize this country when I’m
in foreign lands. But, I DO tend to kick
butt when I get back.
Recently,
someone reminded me of something that happened 40-years ago: the My Lai
(pronounced ME LIE) massacre. The
posting provided a link describing what had happened.
In
addition, he listed a number of other references with links to myriad
atrocities America has committed along the way. Essentially, his theme seemed
to be that we’re all phony scum in this country and we should be ashamed of
ourselves.
I took
exception to all of it… in a patriotic way, of course. We ARE ashamed for some of the stupid, thoughtless actions our leaders
have taken. We’ve punished many of the perpetrators.
I don’t
have to READ accounts of what
happened in the hamlets of My Lai 1, 2, 3, and 4 because I was actually there.
I wasn’t part of Charlie Company, but part of the counter insurgent intelligence
team immediately following.
But,
this isn’t about My Lai. It’s about addressing blanket, erroneous, and out of
context condemnation of this country by clueless dweebs who isolate incidents
without regard to proper perspective.
By way
of an analogy based on a true story, several years ago, a young woman graduated
from a local high school here in New Castle County, Delaware.
During
her four years there, she garnered a reputation for being a sweet, caring
person who was drug-free, not on any police watch-lists, and one who would do
anything to help her classmates and/or teachers.
Unfortunately,
she always failed to cultivate any meaningful relationship with her academics.
Her parents hoped against reasonable hope that she’d somehow make it.
She did,
of course. She brushed sufficiently close enough to that magic 2.0 cum average
to receive her diploma. Her parents were elated!
Though,
to this day, they are both convinced that in small part it was the result of
one kindly, well-intentioned teacher’s “mistake” in either addition or division
in calculating one of her grades.
Regardless
of the circumstances, that phase of her life ended in her favor, however
razor-thin the margin. She even promised her dad that she’d try Delaware Tech (Delaware’s
ONLY community college) the following
fall.
As she
followed through on her promise, the first week of the semester she came
face-to-face with a “teacher” at the Stanton Campus. (Delaware Tech calls them
instructors). No matter, though, that chance meeting changed her academic
attitude forever.
That
evening, she told her father about the most fantastic teacher she’d ever met:
Jill Biden. And, being about as politically astute as a celery stalk, she had NO idea that Jill Biden was THE Mrs. Joe Biden. But, it didn’t matter;
she wouldn’t have cared ANYWAY.
In her
mind, she will always appreciate, respect, and fondly remember Jill Biden, Mrs.
Vice President of the United States notwithstanding.
But,
this ISN’T about Jill Biden OR Joe Biden. It’s about much more
critical things. It’s about life. It’s about facts, some of them pleasant,
others not so pleasant.
It’s
about how caring, well-qualified teachers can change human lives in ways they
may never know about. It’s about five “A’s and a “B” and the critical role that
proper perspective plays in ALL
matters, including those of a nation and the way its citizens see themselves.
About
three days following the end of that semester, the mail arrived, bearing that
ever-familiar computerized college transcript envelope. When she opened it,
later that day after work, her smile beamed from ear to ear.
“The
Dean’s List,” she exclaimed. “I got 5-A’s and a B!” She said it with a degree
of pride that justifiably befits all hard-fought accomplishments. It was,
without a doubt, one of the proudest moments of her young life.
Her
parents were equally proud, her dad to the point of tears. But, unfortunately,
her mother, ever unsuccessful in having that nasty, irritating burr of
self-imposed perfection removed from her butt, simply could not overcome the
urge to dampen the moment.
“Honey,
I’m so proud! But, I’ll bet that, with just a tad more effort, WE can make it 6-A’s next time.” All
her father could do was glare and hiss through his clenched teeth; “You did
notice those 5-A’s, didn’t you?”
Perspective,
it’s not just a word. We have to consider it in every value judgment we make.
It’s especially important when we look in the nation’s aggregate mirror and decide
whether we’re comfortable with what stares back at us.
This
July 4th, we’ll be, OFFICIALLY,
233-years old. We were born of a dream on the part of a relative handful of
patriots who wanted a free nation, one that could, and did, become the solitary
beacon of hope for the world.
Franklin
D. Roosevelt was president when I was born. I’ve lived through many subsequent
presidential administrations: Truman, Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon,
Ford, Carter, Reagan, G. H. W. Bush, Clinton, G. W. Bush, and to date, Obama.
I cried
over the assassination of one of them and was horrified over the attempted
assassination of another one. I watched in disgust as another one resigned in
disgrace.
As a
nation, we watched with noted embarrassment as ALL of them committed their personal foibles, some more blatantly
stupid than others. And, yes, at various points, we called them every
derogatory name in the book.
Try as I
may, though, I cannot recall ANY of
them ever intentionally, with due malice aforethought, advocating the murder,
rape, torture, or destruction of innocent people ANYWHERE in the world.
And, as
well, to my knowledge, neither has ANY
aggregate sitting United States Congress.
As a
nation, we sometimes blundered horribly, making choices resulting in terrible
consequences in terms of human suffering. If only we could revisit them. But,
we can’t, and besides, like the rest of the world, we perpetually ignore history’s
lessons.
But proper
PERSPECTIVE is therapeutic. We’ve also
committed our best and brightest to the protection of many nations across the
world. We’ve rebuilt every nation we’ve ever fought against. And, all we’ve
ever asked in return is for a place to bury our dead.
During MY lifetime, alone, we’ve provided more
humanitarian aid (food, clothing, medicine, clean water, not to mention ARMADAS full of money) than all other
able nations combined.
And,
while there is a list of second-placers, the closest one is light years behind
the country in FIRST place: the United
States of America.
It’s our
nation’s transcript of sorts and it carries a lot more than five “A’s and a
“B.” Again, just throughout my lifetime, the “A’s” total in the hundreds of
thousands. The “B’s” in the tens of thousands.
Yes, we
have some “C’s,” a number of “D’s,” and a few of those devastating “F’s.”
Yes, we
need to work harder to avoid the “D’s” and “F’s.” But, overall, I’m not ashamed
of that aggregate image staring back at me as I gaze into that aggregate mirror
I mentioned earlier.
But, we DO
face a seriously growing problem that only WE
citizens can solve. And, we’d better do it soon.
If we do
not get the Left AND Right EXTREMES in this country under control,
we’ll lose everything we’ve ever held near and dear to our collective hearts. To
my knowledge, America forever has never been a guarantee.
Regardless,
happy Independence Day! Or, if you’re an old fart like me, Happy Fourth of
July.
Joe Walther is a freelance writer and
publisher of The True Facts. You may comment on his column by clicking here.
