I hate the Fourth of July. It is a peurile celebration of hypocrisy, a time to gaze in awe at glittering lights and croon “Wow. Isn’t America great!” or “Oooh. God loves us, doesn’t he!”
Howard Zinn writes:
On this July 4, we would do well to renounce nationalism and all its symbols: its flags, its pledges of allegiance, its anthems, its insistence in song that God must single out America to be blessed.
Is not nationalism — that devotion to a flag, an anthem, a boundary so fierce it engenders mass murder — one of the great evils of our time, along with racism, along with religious hatred?
These ways of thinking — cultivated, nurtured, indoctrinated from childhood on — have been useful to those in power, and deadly for those out of power. (Source)
I abandoned the myth of American greatness early in the presidency of
George W. Bush Dick Cheney. And I don’t miss it. Because I hope and pray that, one day, we replace that petty and provincial myth with a new one.