America is Still Beautiful


Our nation is phe­nom­e­nally won­der­ful and amaz­ing. Do we have our bad days? Absolutely. Do will still suf­fer from big­otry, hatred, and other social ills? Unques­tion­ably. Nev­er­the­less, our infighting—our fam­ily bickering—has never been able to divide us to the point from which we can­not unite under the same star span­gled ban­ner. Just like any other fam­ily, Amer­ica strug­gles with inter­nal issues that those on the out­side seek to cap­i­tal­ize on. Nev­er­the­less, when the call of patri­o­tism goes forth some­thing amaz­ing hap­pens. We are instantly trans­formed into some­thing more than indi­vid­ual cit­i­zens of a divided coun­try. Our nation goes through a meta­mor­pho­sis right before our very eyes: black & white, red & yel­low, brown and oth­er­wise fade away; party affil­i­a­tion sub­sides; labels become irrel­e­vant; and all that remains is Amer­ica, the beautiful.

Our nation is still beau­ti­ful because not one page in our often dif­fi­cult past is ugly enough to wash away the beauty of our pur­suit for a More Per­fect Union. Our nation is still beau­ti­ful because we, her cit­i­zens, still know that this is the great­est coun­try in the world; and for all of her chal­lenges, there is no other place we would rather be. Our nation is still beau­ti­ful because she has planted a seed of patri­o­tism deep inside each of her chil­dren that never ceases to blos­som each time storms threaten to rain down on her.

This is where her beauty lies. It resides so deeply inside of each of us that, even dur­ing a period in which we feel that we can be no more divided, an Amer­i­can vic­tory still evokes spon­ta­neous cho­ruses of, “My coun­try ’tis of thee, sweet land of lib­erty, of thee I sing.” No mat­ter how much we fight and argue, Amer­ica is still beau­ti­ful because there are hun­dreds of mil­lions of patri­ots that would proudly stand together to defend her.

Amer­ica is still beau­ti­ful because she has never lost her beauty; and as long as the blood flows in the veins of unlikely com­pa­tri­ots, we will always be will­ing to shed that blood side by side so that our chil­dren will have the oppor­tu­nity to sing as we did:

Oh beau­ti­ful, for spa­cious skies, for amber waves of grain. For pur­ple moun­tain majesties, above the fruited plain.

Amer­ica, Amer­ica, God shed His grace on thee, and crown thy good in broth­er­hood, from see to shiny sea.”


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  1. bpdixon 05/05/2011, 7:14 pm:

    Amer­ica is beautiful

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