Thursday, July 06, 2006
Episodes like these help me remember how blessed I am to be able to call this a rare experience. All kinds of people living elsewhere, from backgrounds different than mine, suffer daily in this manner and with much greater severity. I’m a fortunate girl to have both a taste of it and only just a taste of it. I wish things were different for all of us.
Two days ago, I sat on the grass in front of MIT overlooking the Charles River and the Boston city skyline as the most amazing display of fireworks I have ever seen danced in time to the Boston POPS in front of a billion people. I was overwhelmed by the spectacle. It’s hard to describe the feeling. Those of you who have been know that there is no other fireworks show that compares to the Boston 4th of July extravaganza. And sitting with my friends, laughing and taking photos, I felt so profoundly blessed for all the generations of freedom fighters, and those who died for the right to feel equal.
America can be a big fat bully, an arrogant fool with big biceps and a flabby gut. We have a history of periodically shoving our fortunes, our ideology, or just our unmitigated brawn into the teeth of other countries (or even other Americans) expecting respect and honor, when maybe we have not been careful or respectful enough to deserve it. This is not a political piece, just stating some personal observations. Here’s another one - - an observation from two nights ago. This country has been blessed and prospered and set apart in ways like no other. This is a blessed nation. I am humbled to be born in this nation, and grateful. There are cities and towns FULL of good, decent people. They work hard, and are grateful for their freedom. And they also enjoy a good fireworks display every now and again. I was so happy to be among them, and proud of what we hold in common.
There are two Americas: the one that we see, and the one that everyone else sees. The one that throws stones at strangers because they can, and the one that cheers en masse along Memorial Drive for the glory of our nation’s birth. In either case, I have nothing but to walk back to my car and quietly thank God for the home I’ve been given.
And just so you know, we were probably like 100 feet away from each other on July 4th! Jason and I were standing on the Mass Ave bridge.
Were these like backwoods type folks?
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