In my hometown there’s an American flag affixed to every downtown parking meter. The recent 4rth of July celebration was an embarassing, ostentatious, orgy of patriotic symbolism. The people acted as if in an ergot frenzy, one trying to out-do another with their patriotic displays. What were we celebrating?
The land that I built my house on originally belonged to the British Crown. I have held the original 18th century deed to my land in my hands. My land was paid for in pounds and shillings and the appropriate taxes were paid to the Crown. I live in New England. I speak English. The towns around me have British names: Middlesex, Cornwall, Manchester, etc. The land that I live on was rightfully or unrightfully (please save the Indian topic for another thread) claimed by the original founding fathers for the British Crown. This makes me a Colonial Englishman.
In the late 18th century an uprising occurred, followed by an armed rebellion. A group of men revolted against their own country, and in some cases, against the land of their birth. These men were traitors to their country in the purest sense of the word.
Not everyone joined in this rebellion. The border with Quebec lies roughly 60 miles to my north. Quebec is predominantly a French speaking province of Canada. But just across the border are a great many towns with conspicuously British names. Loyalists who had fled the rebellion to the south built these towns. My brother lives in one of these towns; the town of Sutton. The loyal patriots were faced with the choice of fighting against the rebellion, fleeing to Canada, returning to England, or living under this new rebellious government.
Imagine if there had been no revolutionary war here in America. Imagine that this country were still part of the British Commonwealth. Now imagine that at this past year’s Commonwealth Day celebration I stood up in the midst of the assembled crowds and began to speak-out for a new nation, one independent of England that I just so happen to call, The United States of America. Do you think the crowd would cheer me as the original American patriot or do you think they would call me a traitor?
I was thinking about these events at this year’s rabidly patriotic Independence Day Celebration. I wondered how many of these frantic flag-wavers realized that the Stars and Stripes is the flag that was eventually adopted by a group of traitors, while the real “patriots” continue (to this day) to fly the Union Jack just across the border. The United States of America was founded in an act of treason. I find it ironic that the descendents of traitors make such a display about patriotism and speak so freely about loyalty to one’s country (But then I remember that some of people that settled in New England to escape religious persecution went on to hang members of their own community for a variety of supposed religious transgressions).
When I think of patriotism I don’t think of colorful flags and banners. I don’t think of boot and salutes. I think instead of helping a neighbor whose car has slid off a snowy road. I think of picking up the trash that uncaring people have thrown on the streets. And I think of paying my fair share of the tax burden without complaining. I will always prefer this sort of quiet and steadfast patriot to that vulgar man I saw at this year’s 4rth of July celebration, dressed head-to-toe in red, white and blue, and screaming, “God Bless America” at the top of his lungs.
What is this thing called patriotism? Is it a good thing? Is it a virtue?
Michael