We worry about the direction of the nation and the policies that are being pursued and the conflicts that divide us and how the country might hold together, and so we come to this moment in time and there is one question that is on the minds of all of us; that, indeed, unites us: Will we have good weather on the Fourth of July?
It is the favorite holiday for so many of us, including me, because it evokes so many things that are fun and bring out the kid in us.
Fun food: hot dogs, barbecue, pancake breakfasts, corn on the cob, watermelon. Parades: big (Redwood City) and small (Half Moon Bay) with baton twirlers, community groups, colorfully dressed Mexican dance troupes, and marching bands.
Warm weather: Enough with the wind already; and, depending on where you live, the evening display of fireworks may amount to little more than colorful clouds.
Fireworks: Jon Mays, the Daily Journal’s editor-en-jefe, already said all there is to say about the appalling decline in fireworks displays here on the Peninsula. The unconscionable elimination of civic-sponsored fireworks only invites more rogue aficionados to set off their own homemade explosions. Many of these guys are named Lefty.
And, oh yes, independence from tyranny, built on the still-radical belief that each of us has the unalienable right to “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
In this sense, my understanding of these rights could be childlike, as well.
Still, they are core beliefs and I spend time at this time thinking about what it meant to include the “pursuit of happiness” particularly when so many seem unhappy, and some even seem to be actively pursuing misery, at least for others.
So, happiness. What a concept.
And liberty. They chose the liberty, which often is equated incorrectly with freedom. They are not the same thing, in definition or in practice. Freedom is unconstrained. The Declaration of Independence is not an assertion that we are free and independent to do whatever we want. The nation’s founders expected us to act in concert, protecting not only our own liberties, but those of each other. As George Constanza was known to assert, “You know, we’re living in a society.”
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Even our most treasured rights contained in the Bill of Rights are not without limits. As Oliver Wendell Holmes said, “The right to swing my fist ends where the other man’s nose begins.”
For most of our first hundred years, the Declaration was considered a secondary document to the Constitution and the two are very different. The Constitution is a codification of compromises intended to hold together a loose association of states. The Declaration is poetry, the Constitution prose.
It was Abraham Lincoln who asserted the supremacy of the principles of the Declaration, particularly in the Gettysburg Address; as a result, after the Civil War and Lincoln’s presidency, the terminology of America moved from “these United States” to “the United States.” You know, like “one nation … indivisible.” Which we recited every day in school.
In the eighth grade at Parkside Junior High School, we all (and I think every eighth grader in California) had to pass what was called The Constitution Test. We had to learn all the branches of government, how bills became law, the names of our U.S. senators, all the Cabinet offices and officers, and more. You could not graduate unless you passed the test. I suspect it was not all that different from the test people have to take to become citizens.
I also suspect it is no coincidence that this same generation forced government to pass environmental regulations and end a war and expand the definition of our rights to include people who systematically had been denied them.
Living up to our expressed values has come to be labeled Diversity, Equity and Inclusion. But, really, it is just basic civics. Maybe the people who want to protect those things ought to be pushing it as an affirmative understanding of Americanism, rather than whatever they are doing.
It would be nice to see civics defined as patriotism. But it does require work, such as paying attention and showing up and the newest bugaboo — compromise.
As ancient Greece scholar Edith Hamilton wrote, “When the freedom they wished for most was freedom from responsibility, then Athens ceased to be free and was never free again.”
Anyway, the Fourth of July. Hot dogs, corn on the cob, pancakes — all things I am told not to eat any more. But, hey, I am an American. No one can tell me what to do.
Mark Simon is a veteran journalist, whose career included 15 years as an executive at SamTrans and Caltrain. He co-hosts a podcast/videocast that can be found at TheGamePeninsula.com, and he can be reached at marksimon@smdailyjournal.com.
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Hello, Mark
Happy post-Fourth to you. It was a little breezy in Redwood Shores but not too bad. I spent the late afternoon with my Australian neighbors enjoying "shrimp on the barbie" with some out-of-town guests. I mean really out of town... he is from Hungary and she is German). I planned to walk over to the Steinberger Slough levee to watch the drone show but wandered home after sunset instead. I don't think I missed much. A Shores buddy texted me this morning. He and his wife were on the levee. They decided to take their dog home around 9:25 pm. He returned to the levee around 9:45 pm but the show was already over. Others leaving the levee told him the drones were too low and aimed in the other direction. They added the drone show lasted about 15 minutes. I'm fairly certain some local folks closer to downtown had a much better experience.
Back to the barbecue... we toasted the Fourth. As a retired vet, Independence Day has a very special meaning. It's more than just another date on the list of federal holidays. The toast was not "one and done." My Australian neighbors and now new Hungarian and German friends raised their glasses to toast our great country and to thank all Americans for preserving liberty the liberty we enjoy. That theme continued during our Fourth of July feast. I'm proud to be an American.
What a great column today, Mr. Simon! It’s always nice when somebody tosses in a few quotes, and you’ve done a masterful job. One observation… was this column meant to be presented as a Fourth of July speech? Are you the Grand Poobah at one of the various parades tomorrow? BTW, I don’t remember ever taking “The Constitution Test.” The bigger question is whether folks now, regardless of age, can pass the test. I’d fail at the Cabinet offices and officers, and perhaps more… Have a great Fourth of July! The day is long so eat to your heart’s desire. Remember to carry Tums/Rolaids and perhaps Pepto. Of course, thoughtful hosts include them on the condiment table. Enjoy!
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