|Art by Henri Peter|
It’s good to be here, isn’t it? Here, barefooted in my front yard in the middle of my town in the middle of my country.
And I love tonight – the carnival lights and the stink of spent firecrackers, the facepaint, the music, and all the rowdy raucous hullaballoo that is so us.
So noisily, uniquely American.
Here, tonight, we won’t question ourselves. Let’s not bemoan our property taxes, the healthcare system or illegal immigration. Instead, let’s remember who we are, where we came from. We the people. The first ever, anywhere, to believe that a dream could be shaped into a government and made to work not just for a few, but for all. We the people who absolutely could not wear the cloak of oppression, could never bow before a king or accept a class system. We the people made up of different religions, colors and ethnicities but yes, all us. All American.
Tonight, we’ll cheer about that. We’ll sing about a flag that waves in every hollow, on every mountain, across the prairie of this, our home.
Happy birthday to us – may we never take us for granted.
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