Flags fly in my neighborhood. Plans are being made for parades, cook outs and fire work displays. I love it. But this year, I’m conflicted.
I love my Country. I love her ideals and aspirations: ‘Liberty and justice for all’. I honor those who serve and have served, to defend the Constitution and the ideals and values for which we stand. But this year, I’m conflicted.
I love the iconic Statue of Liberty. With this poem inscribed on her pedestal:
The New Colossus
By Emma Lazarus, 1883
Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
Mother of Exiles. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.
“Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!” cries she
With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!
In this iconic poem, written by Emma Lazarus, a Jewish immigrant, she calls Lady Liberty, ‘Mother of Exiles’. Each 4th of July, this line humbles and inspires me. But this year, I’m conflicted.
I’m conflicted because our ideals and values are under siege. Our President has imposed a policy that is anti immigrant, anti refugee. Who makes applying for asylum (a right inscribed in our Constitution) as difficult as possible.
I’m conflicted because of undocumented immigrants housed in inhumane detention centers along our southern border. Housed in our name, by our government. https://af.reuters.com/article/worldNews/idAFKCN1TW3J2
I’m conflicted because I can’t stop seeing or thinking about the photo of Oscar Alberto Martinez Ramirez and his 23 month old daughter, Valeria, dead on the shores of the Rio Grande. Father and daughter clutching one another.
They were refugees from El Salvador, hoping to apply legally, for asylum in the United States. The international bridge in Matamoros, Mexico was closed. They were told by authorities to wait several days (with hundreds already in the cue). An intentional strategy by our government, to make applying for asylum as onerous as possible.
But America, and the promise it symbolizes seemed so close. Just across the Rio Grande. So, they swam. They swam for their lives. They swam in desperation. They swam to their death.
Perhaps, like me, you’re also conflicted this 4th. What then can we who love the United States do?
We can choose to not look away.
We can say ‘this is not ok, this is not who we are as Americans’. We can find ways to ensure our voice is heard. We can gather with a wide variety of organizations that advocate for the well being of our immigrant neighbors. We can vote. We can march for justice. We can advocate for a humane immigration policy.
This 4th of July, I’ll fly the flag. And, with my fellow citizens, I’ll recommit to the timeless ideals and values which truly make America great.
May it be so.