Chickadees, I won’t lie – there are some days when it is truly, spectacularly difficult for me to be patriotic. To love my country. To be a proud resident of America.
When I watch my fellow women struggle to be treated as beings intelligent enough and capable enough to rule our own bodies, I cringe.
When I see a young man with so much hatred in his heart for an entire race of people that he feels the need to end their lives, I cry.
When I hear politicians defending the actions of those who violate children because Jesus makes it all better? I shudder.
And I’m certainly not alone. And I certainly haven’t detailed all the wrongs, all the evils that other Americans, other people all over the world face on a daily basis. I’m fully aware that I am a privileged young white woman who can’t even fathom the injustice many people face on a daily basis purely because of their skin color, their sexual orientation, their economic situation.
Today, it’s a little bit easier to be an American. And a proud one at that.
Equality for all.