A few nights after the election, I was at a basketball game. At the conclusion of “The Star-Spangled Banner,” my buddy said “still the best country in the world.” “For a few more months, at least,” I quipped. I’m not convinced that America is the “best” country, if for no other reason than I don’t know what “best” means.
What I am convinced of is that America has never been what we claim it to be. America is not great, it is an aspiration.
From the very beginning, we have failed to live up to the story we tell about ourselves. Virginia’s House of Burgesses sat for the first time in the same year that the African slave trade began. Thomas Jefferson, while perhaps one of the greatest philosophers on human rights, did not act on his philosophy.
As our ancestors forced Africans from their home and sold them into slavery an ocean away, they also pushed out the indigenous people by force and treaty after treaty that would be broken to be replaced by another treaty that would also be broken. Centuries before Adolf Hitler gave it that name, it’s hardly a stretch to say that the British and Americans pursued a policy of lebensraum.
As late as 1840, the “antislavery” north still had 1,000 enslaved people. And while the Civil War may have ended legal slavery, that wasn’t the goal. Lincoln was more concerned with preserving the union than freeing an enslaved people. For almost a century more, segregation was legal, voter suppression was rampant, and racism ruled policy. The effects of these policies is still visible today.
The target of our racism has shifted over the years. For a time, southern Europeans were the lesser “other”. Then east Asian. The U.S. built concentration camps for the Japanese in World War II, but had no similar facilities for Germans or Italians. The Supreme Court upheld the legality of these, in one of the all-time worst decisions to come from that body.
We tell ourselves that America is a land where anyone can go from rags to riches. While some do achieve that level of class mobility, it’s not true for everyone. As far back as 1770, 1% of Bostonians owned 44% of the wealth. Wealth disparity has only continued to grow in my lifetime. The educational outcomes of school districts remain best correlated with the income of the districts residents.
We have done much of what we accused the bad guys of. Sometimes to a lesser degree, sometimes not. So as the worst person to occupy the White House returns today, I will remind myself that the work never ends. The poem “Let America Be America Again” by Langston Hughes captures the sentiment far more eloquently than I could.
