My 4th of July
It is the 4th of July, 2006 and I am sitting all alone in my little house under a big house listening to fireworks outside and watching a fiery display on TV pop off in time to splendid music. It makes me happy to be in Americaand it makes me understand the current of what depth of love so many have for these United States. Beyond their troubles, their disagreements, their racism issues, their sexism and all the other fisticuffs that go on within – it seems apparent to me that the fundamental love of what America has always stood for remains the backbone of the people.
It is that strange mix of ingredients: the concept of freedom to rise to any level of society, not to kiss any king or queen, freedom to worship or not to worship, the idea of being able to freely speak your mind, the largely mythical belief that women are being given equal opportunity.
It is this internal belief of an American Atlantis that inspires the emotion of the human heart – a sort of residual Shangri-La.
I think next year, if I am still here in the states, I may be brave enough to go and join the throng. I have a few strands of fear about masses of people gathering in one place having seen crowds turn into a murderous mob in a nanosecond.
My concern is also for the animals who are not well cared for being frightened by the explosions and running in terror. Only animals who are not cared for will be able to escape. However, on this night I am going to avoid that mental responsibility and anxiety and just enjoy the idea of being in the United States of America.
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