It has evolved over time, as might be expected, as one grows older and maybe wiser. When I was young, I thought my country could do no wrong, and its leaders– almost exclusively men– were all upstanding citizens. As my world grew bigger, I realized that women were equally capable of both brilliance and stupendous ignorance. Scales fell and my view of America changed. The lens through which I viewed things became more finely tuned, equipped to see more layers in sharper focus. The blissful ignorance of my Boy Scout days gave way to an eye-opening reality check, a growing awareness of a more diverse canvas and palette of colors– along with a certain skepticism– probably the logical progression of moving from the relative shelter of a stable home life and on to college, and exposure to different people and ideas.
I grew up in the 1960s. There was a lot happening back then, and it’s been a cascade ever since– of turmoil, issues and causes, advancements of all sorts– in understandings of human nature, in creature comforts and technology and expectations and senses of entitlement. One thing that hasn’t changed is the annoyingly dependable supply of megalomaniacs and others who, for some reason, think they can rule the world, who spit on freedom and treat it as some quaint notion embraced by all the underlings.
Freedom isn’t everything, but it’s what we crave. It’s not a license to do or say whatever we feel like doing or saying. It is, rather, provision for finding our own path in life, our own voice. The right to call out ignorance and evil, even as there may be consequences for such honesty. Freedom is tempered by commitment to others and to the community and framework given us, in our case, by a collection of forward-thinking founders who risked the gallows or some other unpleasant end in order to lay the groundwork for a place where everyone– at least on paper– was entitled to certain inalienable rights.
They were also smart enough to realize that humans will be humans, and that the long arc of evolution moves slowly enough for many generations to be dealing with just enough misguided, self-involved lunatics to keep us on our toes.
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