IF THAT’S NOT WHO WE ARE, WHO ARE WE?

Every person who gets interviewed on television says the same thing using almost identical words. It’s our current American mantra, that those hooligans who rioted in our Capitol are not really who we are. Not really. Maybe a few of us. Surely not most of us, and definitely not me or you.

I think this is exactly who we are. We don’t like to advertise it because it’s embarrassing. We’ve stood in front of the world and told them we are the protectors of liberty — despite being the last people to deliver liberty to many citizens. Women (who aren’t a minority, but nonetheless are treated as such), yellow, brown, and black folks — and anyone who isn’t a “proper Christian” have been ostracized, given the worst work and the lowest pay. Slavery was officially ended, but Jim Crow took over without a murmur of protest and ended a mere 55 years ago. Our equality is quite recent and not nearly as equal as it’s supposed to be.

Black parents warn their children to be ultra-careful lest the police shoot them for being Black while, in last month’s attempted coup, that mob were “okay” because (can you guess the answer?), they are white. Simultaneously, Black protesters carrying a cell phones or paper coffee cup are killed — for nothing. Being Black is dangerous.

As someone who ISN’T Black, I can’t see any other reason why so many Black men get shot other than being Black. My husband is Black (or, as our granddaughter says, dark beige). He’s never been shot, but he has been roughed up. All the excuses I’ve heard about how they thought a can of Fresca or a cell phone was a weapon ring hollow. Increasingly hollow each time it happens.


Americans scream about liberty for one of two reasons.

Either someone foolishly suggested controlling guns,
or we’ve been asked to do something inconvenient
which doesn’t directly benefit us, even if it will benefit everyone else.


The previous photograph was something new — the Confederate flag inside the United States capitol. Even during the Civil War, this never occurred. Shame, shame, shame on anyone who cheered for this travesty. Meanwhile, I keep hearing about how “we come together in times of danger.” Really? Was that murderous mob our new idea of “coming together?”

Where was the “coming together” while half a million of us died from COVID? Who was protecting us? Say what you want, but this is a country comprised of self-centered, greedy people whose only interest is their own welfare and the size of their bank account. When and how did greed become the single issue for so many people? How come so many Americans claim to believe in Christianity yet act antithetically to what they (supposedly) believe? What happened to conscience? What happened to a basic understanding of right and wrong? Where did compassion go?

When did our failure begin? Is this the end result of a constitution that allowed — even encouraged — slavery?

I have no answer. I was raised by parents who taught us equality and believed it. No one used bigoted wording. I was raised to believe we are all obligated to pay a little more so everyone could have a better life. That’s also how Garry was raised. That’s what we believed growing up and it’s what we believe now.

I thought everyone believed this. I felt that everyone had an intrinsic understanding of right and wrong and that understanding was embedded in our DNA. These days, I’m wondering. I see so many people for whom the concept of “fairness” is meaningless. They don’t care whether it’s fair or not. All they want to know is if it’s good for them and to hell with the rest of the world.

I’m ashamed of my country. Humiliated by how we’ve rejected the norms by which other nations function. We claim to be “the greatest nation on earth,” but where’s the greatness? Is greatness calculated by amounts of concrete poured? If there is a “greatest” country, we aren’t it. So much of our power and wealth is the result of not having been the scene of two world wars. We got to keep everything that other war-torn countries lost. When the wars ended, they had nothing. We had our factories, businesses, and homes. Sure, we lost people but we didn’t lose our land, our cities.Europe and Asia had to dig their way out of the rubble. Maybe if those wars were fought here, we’d have a different attitude. We would certainly have a different economy.

I need to be able to feel pride in my country. I need to respect my government. I don’t want to die with this as my final memory of home. Because for me, this place, this country doesn’t feel like home.



Categories: American history, Civil unrest, Death and Dying, evil, Gallery, Photography, right and wrong

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15 replies

  1. Your analysis/rant is spot on. I grew up rebelling in the 60s and hopeful for rights and social equality in the 70s, and here we are with an empowered white supremacy and a black community still fearful of everyday encounters. One step forward, two steps back?

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  2. Classic denialism, and a refusal/inability to confront the truth: its exactly who we are. Truth be told, many Germans, Spaniards, Chileans, (essentially anyone who experienced dictatorship), probably said the same thing.

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  3. So much for “American exceptionalism,” which is what many Americans like to claim, but these days, is the exception.

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    • I never thought exceptionalism was honest. Who said we had the right to all the land between the two oceans? Who gave us permission? I also never understood how we can (without blushing) claim that we can’t take in “all those foreigners.” Just imagine how Native Americans feel about it!

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  4. When talking about how you were raised made me thing about myself. Back in the 70s I understood as a kid that we all thought that the racism was dying out. I watched Soul Train and read Jet magazine (my parents went to a fashion show every year that was sponsored by Jet and Ebony magazines, so got a free subscription). Bill Cosby was my favorite comedian and Stevie Wonder the best musician. Man, I am glad I didn’t know the future! How false that hope turned out to be! Yep, it is, unfortunately, who we are.

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  5. Sad as it is, I agree with what you’ve written. As an non-American, I was shocked by what people are allowing to happen with nonchalance.

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