Dr. Heather Cox Richardson and herd, enriching solace and call to action here, every day. Rest well, all.
PS: I am an LFAA long-time reader and lurker, a bit intimated by this sagacious and beautifully-knit tapestry of “my people.” Finally subscribed, to more actively wade the waters. Thank you for all you give!
Have to share because it’s been bothering me all day - I marched with my town’s Democratic Committee for our Independence Day parade, and it was great until it wasn’t. We wore our blue Democrat t-shirts and had banners celebrating hometown heroes (that was the theme of the parade) and handed out candy and small flags to little kids. Towards the end of the parade I approached a little girl who was waving at the marchers when her dad (uncle, grandfather, whatever) looks at me unpleasantly and says, “No! We’re not Democrats!” I’m not going to lie - it took me by surprise and I paused. But then I walked up and said, “They’re American flags,” handed the flag to the girl who was unaware of anything else, and continued marching. And I thought as I finished the parade route that the America I loved and was celebrating was not that gentleman’s America. I don’t think he even considered me an American, but as his enemy. And I don’t know how this country heals from that level of hatred and distrust.
Happy birthday, America - and here’s to many more.
Dr. Heather Cox Richardson and herd, enriching solace and call to action here, every day. Rest well, all.
PS: I am an LFAA long-time reader and lurker, a bit intimated by this sagacious and beautifully-knit tapestry of “my people.” Finally subscribed, to more actively wade the waters. Thank you for all you give!
Have to share because it’s been bothering me all day - I marched with my town’s Democratic Committee for our Independence Day parade, and it was great until it wasn’t. We wore our blue Democrat t-shirts and had banners celebrating hometown heroes (that was the theme of the parade) and handed out candy and small flags to little kids. Towards the end of the parade I approached a little girl who was waving at the marchers when her dad (uncle, grandfather, whatever) looks at me unpleasantly and says, “No! We’re not Democrats!” I’m not going to lie - it took me by surprise and I paused. But then I walked up and said, “They’re American flags,” handed the flag to the girl who was unaware of anything else, and continued marching. And I thought as I finished the parade route that the America I loved and was celebrating was not that gentleman’s America. I don’t think he even considered me an American, but as his enemy. And I don’t know how this country heals from that level of hatred and distrust.
Happy birthday, America - and here’s to many more.