4th of July in the US: All we believe is not what it seems

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The most disturbing part of being American is we often are not satisfied with reality. The goodness that we are is never enough.

Last week, Charles Lindberg died. He’s not the famous pilot of the similar name (Lindbergh) whose child was kidnapped and murdered, but one of the five Marines who raised the original flag over Iwo Jima.

That flag symbolizes our struggle to “plant the flag of freedom” everywhere in the world.

Well, Lindberg is not in the famous picture. The picture is phony. A re-enactment. Staged. Set up to replicate an important moment.

Isn’t that what America is all about these days? A Hollywood movie. A spin doctor’s clever message. A Fourth of July fireworks display that bring tears to our eyes.

Well, my tears don’t come from nostalgia but from the pain of listening to longwinded speeches by politicians from Orland Park to Chicago who exploit patriotism for their own selfish benefit.

Can’t we cut the stupid political speeches? Unless you served in the military, I don’t want to listen to a politician talk about patriotism when they could easily quit their jobs and go fight in Iraq, if they believe in that war so much.

Patriotism. It can be so phony. So self-serving.

My dad was a patriot, at a time when patriotism didn’t come easy.

He and his brother were quick to enlist after Pearl Harbor. Dad served in the 5th Army and later the O.S.S., which became the C.I.A.

They wanted to serve together, but my uncle’s name was Moses. I guess the recruiters thought he would part the seas, so they sent him to the Navy.

I remember growing up how my dad, a veteran of a real war, used to complain about how few Americans would put out their flags on Flag Day, Memorial Day, Labor Day, Veteran’s Day, Armistice Day and the Fourth of July.

When the need to put out a flag was there just to be proud few Americans put their flags out. Our home was always one of the few that had a flag raised.

Eventually, some store owner figured patriotism would be a great way to sell junk and turn a profit. Businesses started using the flag to make sales. After Sept. 11, 2001, most Americans rushed to Wal-Mart to buy their first flags, probably. They didn’t put the flag out because of patriotism, but rather out of rage. Vengeance. Anger. All the wrong reasons. Determined to get even with whichever foreigner got in our American way.

My family will be at the fireworks display this year, like we always are. But I don’t put my flag out like I used too. I don’t want to be like the rest of the hypocrites who display the flag for the wrong reasons.

One day when America returns to the principles that make this country so great, I’ll put my flag out again. When we start respecting immigrants who are the lifeblood of this country. When we fight wars to protect the freedoms of the oppressed rather than profits of the oppressors like Dick Cheney’s Halliburton.

For now, my American flag waves proudly in my heart and memories.

The one I respect the most is the one in my home that the Army gave to my mom the day my dad died.

Can we tell the politicians this week to just shut up!

– Ray Hanania