We are the luckiest human beings in history, we Americans. We live in a continent-sized nation surrounded by oceans with friendly neighbors north and south. We enjoy the largest economy in the world, an ample safety net for the least among us, an old age pension system for our elderly, beautiful, bountiful lands to explore at our leisure, a highly diversified, free market economy to provide opportunity for all who want to take the risk, and police, military, and rescue personnel to keep the peace.
None of our systems are perfect, and strong, passionate arguments should take place among our leaders to find the best way to make our institutions more fair, more perfect for our great union. But they must do so respectfully, civilly, and while heeding the Constitution and Declaration of Independence that bind us, as a collective, in a national identity devoid of creed, in awe of liberty and the natural rights we enjoy as “one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all.”
Our politicians and media should pause and take stock of how resentments cavalierly stirred over electronic ink, chirped through the fiber optic nerves of our body politic, come home to roost.
America’s leaders must now bring us together, remind us of our common humanity, our great fortune to be by happenstance born free citizens of a free land of abundance.
In lieu of expressions of gratitude we may end up like a pair of rich siblings fighting smugly over whether to take the Tesla or the Suburban to the dance, bound to wreck both in the process, sinking our luxury vehicles in a mire surrounded by a paradise, choking each other zealously as we go down together, a haughty fratricide.
Crazy people need few excuses for mayhem. Let’s give them none. Simmer down the divisive tone:
The man suspected of mailing at least 14 pipe bombs to some of U.S. President Donald Trump’s leading critics was arrested on Friday in Florida on federal charges in a case echoing the rancor of one of the most toxic election campaigns in decades.
Instead remind the people of our great fortune to be who we are, where we are:
But the people I met in Niger’s villages and towns illustrated the human cost when food starts to run out in the poorest of places. One of them was four-year-old Adam El Hadji Abail. Ten months ago, his mother died suddenly and now the food crisis has left him seriously malnourished.