In our dreams, we were hip-deep in cotton picked by willing, happy, high-paid underlings and we smiled with satisfied benevolence
We were standing in the shade of magnolias and wearing our widest-brimmed Sunday hats and crisp seersucker and poplin even on Tuesday
We nibbled tiny toast points dabbed with pimiento cheese while a string quartet hummed like honeybees up at the portico
We fanned ourselves to keep cool as the sun sank, listening to mourning-doves serenade the arrival of the winking fireflies
We drank our bourbon out of snifters, neat, and never got more than a little bit hazy, what with having well padded ourselves with roast pheasant over a very long suppertime
We spoke in soft, lilting tones and said kind words to our mothers and children just because that’s how it was done
In our hearts, we were the pathfinders, the athletes who carved a road of freedom and justice across the plains to make new territories ring with accomplishment
We stood tall in the evergreens and set down mighty roots of dedication in lines running from the lakes to the mountaintops
We shipped on the seas and shouted joy with the birds of the air, and of an evening we were wont to watch the stars for signs of adventure yet ahead
We called ourselves hardy stock for braving the cold and wrapped our red-cheeked children in woolen blankets after a day spent in the bracing light of education
We wrestled with bears for the salmon that we ate, but then sat down to dine on it with all the gentility of our many foreign forefathers
We called our politics piety and our egalitarian philosophies a revelation even if everyone who didn’t qualify might not agree
And here we are today, being All-American but half-savage…
We live in the same states of grace but relish our superiority with self-congratulatory rudeness that would shame our imagined selves
We sneer at gentility as outmoded and write polemical pieces about each other with no sense of irony left in the spaces between the hard-edged words
We forget the flaws that taught us our cultured best’s fragility and instead of learning from the mistakes, we widen them as far as our waistbands and pockets can stretch
We turn a critical eye on the wounded world and manage to keep it keen despite the moral blind-spot toward our contributory, if not our sometimes causal, role
We are a nation of would-be saints dressed in brutes’ clothing…but perhaps in that, we may not be entirely alone…
If there is hope, it’s that we’ve gotten here at all, for surely those in our hearts and dreams must have been real somewhere to seem so tangible in imagination
We might still embrace the justice and benevolence we thought we had, if we are willing to strip away delusions of grandeur and the lust for power
We could take a moment, while nibbling our toast points and standing conqueror on our latest promontories of success, to offer a meal to the hungry and a foothold to the poor
We ought to care less about self-image, and more about wholeness and devotion to the betterment of those people and privileges we say we love so well
We are capable, if we watch the exemplars before and around us whose courage and kindness walk arm in arm instead of standing on opposing distant shores
We may yet become the greats that we imagine we should be, if only we stop pretending we are so and humbly take to walking toward it on the faint horizon instead…
This is brilliant….and yes I am quite sure that America is not entirely alone in this……it seems to be a malady of human nature.
Meanwhile, I hope you have wonderful weekend filled with magic, love and creativity….Janet.xxx
I have been enjoying a whole long stretch of times filled with magic, love, and creativity, thanks to being surrounded by a lot of inspiring people who exemplify the better side of this equation. Thanks for being one of my favorite inspirations, always.
[We imagine ourselves to be great and in doing so, we lose the potential to be truly great.]
I love that it shifted from condemning American views to the possibility of hope and change. Love your writing, Kathryn.
Thank you, dearest. It does no good to stay stuck on the point of flaws, if I’m not willing to consider that there might be possible solutions, and I know that (while American shortcomings are the most familiar to me as a native) this is not the only place on earth full of people that can use improvement. 🙂
Wonderful post. Beautifully written.
Thank you, my friend. 🙂