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Most the time it seems to much: As an annual
connection to mythic and halcyon times of yore, our own chance to act out a
Norman Rockwell painting in a barbecue with family and friends, and a
demarcation line for mid-summer it is sufficient I suppose. And there are the
fireworks of course, which are always fine, but which one suspects were more
impressive in rural Iowa back before George Lucas built Industrial Light and
Magic than they are today on either coast. CGI is a hard act to
follow.
For me, it is too much of a
holiday for unreflective self-satisfaction. Too much for an excuse to barbecue
and burn. Too much for light shows, and oohs and
ahhs.
But somehow not enough when men
and women are dying overseas for the flag we hang out for a day, then roll up
and put away until next year.
Because
I'm often left to wonder if we still "get it." If we really understand what our
Founders knew to be true when they scratched their names to that parchment 229
years ago - the most prominent men of their states and times, men of property
and means and with a great deal to lose compared to most of their ambivalent
countrymen: They had in fact just collectively signed their own death warrant.
With numbers in the polity that should somehow surprise no one today: One third
for them, one third against, one third undecided, they did in fact pledge their
lives, their fortunes and their sacred honor to the truly revolutionary idea
that governments ought to answer to the people, and that the contract between
the people and the government is revocable, based on the government's
performance of its duties to the people. No other people said this - they were
all, the rest of them, "subjects" of their
crowns.
They based that revolutionary
precept of governmental responsibility upon another, one they claimed boldly to
be "self-evident," although in truth their experience had to have proven
otherwise: That all men were created equal. And building as much a logical
argument for separation as anything else, since it was also self-evidently true
then as now that
not
all men are equal in every way, they further went on to say that equality was in
the eyes of the only judge that mattered: As children of Nature's God, all
mankind was endowed by the Creator with certain "inalienable" rights. Rights
inclusive of, but not limited to; life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.
This was a bold stroke of revolutionary thinking, one which went strongly
against the established order and one which a "divine right" king must needs
suppress, striking as it did directly against his own source of legitimacy. It
was a concept tending, as Cornwallis' band would eventually note in 1781, to
turn the world upside-down. Something a tyrant would have to fight even if it
hadn't meant losing the American continent, and a snatching of the most precious
jewel from the imperial crown of
England.
Do we still understand that
over the course of the next six years the continental army, outmatched and
outgunned by the imperial power, lost in battle time and time again? Do we
recall that their only real victory before the stunning surprise at the very end
was the fact that they refused, although defeated, to be
destroyed?
There would be so much
more to go through for those plucky revolutionaries and their descendants: Not
until 1783 would Congress recognize that war was over. Not until 1789 would the
states ratify the Constitution, and enable our forefathers to attempt to fashion
"a more nearly perfect union," a work, it must be admitted, which is still in
progress. There would still be the ritual bloodbath of purification from our own
Original Sin in our American Civil War. There would be our uncertain entrance as
a reluctant actor upon the world stage, leveraging off the natural gifts or our
continent combined with the spirit of hard-won success born from hard work, and
that only after all the other great powers had brutalized themselves into almost
senseless passivity. There would be the costly reconstruction of a devastated
continent, and all the long, dark watches of a long, Cold War. And yes, there
would be crimes against indigenous peoples, and iniquities in race and gender,
and many more times when we fell very far short of our ideals, but there would
also have been a time when those blemishes in our past gave context to the
greater arc of our history rather than substituting for
it.
And so I wonder if we still "get
it."
But we went to the beach and did
the barbecue, because that is what you do. And in a less formal way, we talked
about these things in our own circle of family, because that is what I do, and
the children at least tolerate this in me, with varying degrees of grace. And
leaving the beach we sought the high grounds above Del Mar to watch the
fireworks from the fairgrounds, and found ourselves there surrounded by many of
our neighbors, and many people of different backgrounds and tongues who all of
them watched the fireworks with that gleam in their eyes, the continuing
child-like delight. And while watching the show and the people with a certain
degree of detachment, a kind of duality within me sees two separate visions in
the same manifestation: I see the continuity of our national adventure, our
national experiment, re-celebrated through the grown up eyes of a child, from
out of the mists of my faded youth. But I see through the eyes of a veteran and
compare the show to the shattered, but still-lethal lances of anti-aircraft
artillery, arcing through night skies. And while both of these visions are
somehow incompatible, the eyes of innocence versus the eyes of experience,
somehow they are both also true. Because the fireworks represent our national
continuity, but they also represent the "rockets red glare" attacking the
homeland as seen from the deck of a hostile
warship.
And like I do every year, I
try, and mostly fail, to articulate this to my patient and long-suffering clan.
To try to ensure that we still "get
it."
Whatever "it" is.
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