Author: Sharron Burnett

Both of my daughters are now at the stage of having an empty nest. What they are finding is that while their children are no longer living mostly at home, they still come to mama when they encounter problems. My two girls have asked me when they might reach a point of not worrying about their offspring. In all honesty I have had to give them the news that a mother never quits thinking about her children and wondering if they are alright. Motherhood is a lifetime job. 

It has been thirteen years since my mother died. Just before going to the hospital she sensed that she was not long for this world. She insisted that I look after my younger brother, Pat, once she was gone.. She was worried that he was lonely and would not have anyone to share his sorrows. She begged me to stay close to him and to make sure that he was happy. As it turned out, Pat found true love not too long after our mother died. I have always believed that she had some mystical influence in sending Allison to him. I doubt she would have relaxed even in paradise if she thought that he was lonely. 

After my father died when I was eight years old my father’s mother went to great lengths to make sure that my brothers and I were safe and secure. She turned our grandfather into a surrogate for the daddy that we had lost. There too I felt as though Grandma was thinking about what her son would have done for us and she showed our grandfather how to fill her boy’s shoes. 

Grandpa lived to the ripe old age of one hundred eight. My brothers and I were self sufficient adults when he died. The night before his demise I had the most vivid dream of my life. As I lay slumbering my grandmother sat on my side of the bed and gently awakened me. She lovingly explained that Grandpa was old and tired and no longer able to be a father figure to us as she had asked him to do. She saw that we were doing well and told me that it was time to let Grandpa rest with the angels. She let me know that my father, her son was doing well and was comforted by knowing that we had turned out so well.

There are a multitude of stories about mothers making tremendous sacrifices for their children even to the point of offering to die for them. Mothers awake in the middle of the night to comfort a crying baby and connect almost spiritually forevermore. They often have a sixth sense when something is amiss with one of their children. They can read even the slightest quivering of a voice or a facial expression that says that something is not quite right. Mothers can be lambs or lions as needed in the lives of their children. 

I have heard so many stories of incredible nurturing from the mothers of my students. I knew of one woman who labored sixteen hours a day cleaning homes and buildings. She arrived home each evening with swollen ankles, weathered hands and debilitating exhaustion only to do laundry, prepare meals, check homework, read stories, listen to worries, give hugs.. Most of us view our mothers as living saints and remember every good bit of love and sacrifice that they showered on us even when we sometimes never showed them appreciation for what they did. 

It is difficult to imagine any culture or society in which mothers are not angels, even as I did encounter terrible situations of abuse in my work as a teacher. Such women are outliers, monsters who are somehow defective. Thankfully most of us never have to endure the terror of having a mom who selfishly does not care about our security and wellbeing. 

My cousin, Terri, adopted her son. He has been the apple of her eye and she is justly proud of his many accomplishments. He’ll soon be heading to college but he will never be far from her thoughts as she watches him fly away from the nest that she has so lovingly provided for him. Her door will always be open. Her ear will always be ready to hear whatever he needs to say. He heart will forever beat a bit more quickly just by the mere sight of him.

I love following the stories of young mothers who take their children to ballgames and dance lessons, camping trips and musicals. I enjoy seeing the eternal love on their faces and the joy that their children return to her with laughter. I know how many sleepless nights mothers offer to their children. I see how important their babies are even as they begin to push away into adulthood. Motherhood is a gift that is rolled up in a big ball of fun and worry and sacrifice and celebration. Every mother is everything everywhere all at once when it comes to her children. That is true from the time that she carries a child in her womb to the day when she takes her last breath. The terror of every mother is the tragedy of losing a child in an untimely death. There is no greater sorrow that she must endure. 

Being a mother is beautiful and magical, anxiety inducing and exhausting. For most who become mothers there is nothing else in life quite as glorious. We moms get each other. We know about all the feels.  

My mother was a sentimental woman when it came to family, God and the United States of America. She often shed tears of joy just thinking about such things. I tend to be a bit more stoic, more inclined to mask my emotions rather than allowing them to run freely like she did. As I have grown older, however, I have found myself slowly but surely becoming more and more willing to let the tears flow when I am moved by a beautiful piece of music, a stunning sunset, or the joyful innocence of a child. Of late I am particularly emotional when it comes to my beautiful country and future that I would like to see for it. 

I love America from sea to shining. It is a glorious place filled with wonders and incredible people. Just as with myself and my children and my students my love for this nation is deep and abiding but not without an understanding of its imperfections and areas of concern. As a human I know that I have made many mistakes, uttered hurtful words, done things that I later regretted. So too is the history of the United States. It is a nation founded by imperfect people who often had the good graces to admit to their fears that they had not formed a perfect nation. Like people, our political system was meant to evolve and so it has. 

I was talking with like minded people about the ways that some politicians have co-opted the idea of patriotism by using the Untied States flag and its colors of red, white and blue as ways to differentiate our political spectrum. They seem to believe that many of us are unworthy of flying flags in our yards or wearing the colors, but that is simply not true. 

I still get chills when I see our flag. I feel a flutter in my heart when everyone is singing the national anthem. I decorate my home for the Fourth of July and celebrate my good fortune with family and friends. Nonetheless, I am willing to admit that we have done wrong in the past and still have much work to do. My America is always the greatest when we acknowledge the need to embrace all people and insure that the freedoms we enjoy are distributed to everyone, not just those who think exactly the way we do. 

I see the United States of America as an ideal, a dream that is not yet complete and will not be until we are willing and able insure that every person is cherished without judgmental rules that make them outsiders. The real beauty of the United States lies in its inclusion of a cornucopia of ideas designed to insure equality and freedom and security for all who are born here or come here seeking a better life. Our diversity is and should always be our greatest feature as a nation. The vitality of our country is built on the melding of many cultures and ideas. 

The United States of America began with forward looking ideas that had never before been fully tested. Our forefathers understood that we would have to make changes as the world itself changed. We should beware of those who want to halt our progress or who even want to take us back to times that are no longer relevant. We must grow and change because when any human organism stops doing that it is stunted and sometimes even dies. 

I dare anyone to say that I am not an American patriot when I embrace new ideas that will revolutionize the way we do things. I believe that the time has come for us to think out of the box and make adjustments that provide hope and opportunity to people who are still struggling to feel part of the grand experiment that began over two hundred years ago. We should beware of anyone who insists that certain religions or morals should guide us while others should be shunned. Nationalization of such things flies in the face of freedom.

We need to wholeheartedly throw ourselves into focusing more on building a future oriented country and less on arguing about who is good and who is bad. Our support for children and young adults should be as dedicated as it is to those of us in our senior years. We need to listen to them as they express their needs and concerns rather than preaching to them about what we see as their flaws. Generation gaps don’t have to exist if we take the time to respect their thoughts, listening actively rather than developing arguments as they speak. 

I love this country warts and all. I know that we still have much work to do and that we would do well to speak of both our mistakes and our glorious moments. I love the people here who represent an amalgam of cultures from the world at large. I believe in the ideals of our Declaration of Independence and know that the only way we will ever achieve those goals is in honestly and respectfully discussing what has worked and what has gone terribly wrong. 

The United States of America is a kind of edifice. When we find a leak we would do better to make a major repair than simply patching the problems. Our door should be open to the plethora of ideas that we have. We must set labels aside and be willing to admit that no one group or belief can possibly represent our nation. We are not individual tribes vying for power, but instead one nation where everyone deserves liberty to be whomever they wish to be. 

I love my country and my little corner of it. Each day I awake with gratitude that I am here, but I know that if we are not careful our divisions will tear this land asunder. We should live under one flag of inclusion, not those of the past nor those that worship a single individual. The intention of our forefathers while not perfectly met has always been to be a haven of freedom for all. This is my American dream and it brings tears to my eyes when I consider how gloriously such a idea continues to move incrementally in the right direction. For me, there is no turning back. We still have much work to do and many adjustments to make.

It will be a very quiet Fourth of July in our house this year. Our neighbor who used to host parties has moved away so nothing will be happening on our street as a community effort. My father-in-law is on a special diet after a short hospitalization a week ago so we won’t be enjoying barbecue either. In the past we have often been traveling on July 4, but this year we will be staying home because I will be going to physical therapy twice a week until the end of the month. Nonetheless I have decked my home in lots of red, white and blue because I love this country of ours with every fiber of my being even as I am worried about its future right now. 

I suppose that if I had not been a teacher I might have enjoyed being a lawyer or focusing on a political career. My favorite books have often been historical and more often than not they have told the story of our nation and its founders and leaders. I’ve read about the Pilgrims who came across the ocean hoping to find freedom from persecution because they did not want to be forced to adhere to the national religion of their country. I’ve learned about the humanity and dreams of Founding Fathers like Alexander Hamilton who rose from an impoverished and neglected childhood to become a respected innovator in the years of George Washington’s presidency. I’ve marveled at the brilliance and wisdom of Benjamin Franklin and the progressive intellect of Abigail Adams. The list of biographies and historical tracts that I have consumed since my high school days is far too long to iterate, but needless to say I have followed the journey of the United States from its beginning to the present with the tales of those who sometimes faltered and those who rose to unmitigated heroism in pursuit of the dreams that we celebrate each July Fourth. 

I understand both the greatness and the dire imperfections of the United States of America. Part of its glory lies in a willingness to tell even uncomfortable truths about its evolution. The imperfections are shameful, but there has always been a group of individuals determined to set things right. Those efforts have sometimes taken decades or even centuries to properly address. We are a nation not of a single way of thinking, a single culture or religion because that is the way those who came here envisioned the future. Often the ideal was tainted by the kind of ignorance and greed that allowed slavery to exist far too long. While Abigail Adams urged her husband not to forget the ladies it would be well over a century before women were able to vote. Our forebears’ interactions with the Native People of our land would have been more noble if we had considered the original inhabitants to be equal to those who immigrated here from across the ocean. We have hurt many in the imperfect quest to provide all people opportunities for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. 

Incrementally we have made strides but there is still work to do on this July 4, 2024 if we are to fully embrace the ideals of the Declaration of Independence. We are broken and divided at the moment as to how to achieve our goals and even as to what our goals should be. We are more inclined to quibble over small things right now than to imagine a more perfect union of many people and cultures. We are still trying to decide if there is only one way of doing things or many ideas that must be legitimized. 

Today I see that we the people of the United States of America must demand that our chosen leaders remain mindful of the needs of all rather than a single group. Surely we have learned that ignoring our flaws has never proven to make us better. Surely we should want to correct our mistakes, not compound them by designing our laws to reflect a single way of thinking. We need to read the Declaration of Independence and the words of those who signed that document. We must reflect on history and use its lessons to do better. We must move forward, adapting to the changing nature of the world as it is, not as it was long ago. We must do our best to finally embrace all the people who make up our nation and even those who wish to one day be part of our nation. 

I love my country but I know that it is at a very dangerous moment in its history. I celebrate the best of what the United States has produced, a nation of many colors, many ideas, many yearnings. I do not want to squelch the variety of anyone in a misguided effort to make us all the same. Nobody came here at any time just to become carbon copies of a single way of thinking and believing. They came because they longed for the freedom to be themselves without being harassed to change. We have not always been kind to those who are different but the ideal of all being equal is still in the words that are heralded this very day. Lest we forget this would be a wonderful time to renew a vow to liberty, equality and justice for all. Our Founders gave us a blueprint expecting us to make things even better as we grew as a nation and as we matured as citizens. If we remember the dream that was incomplete on that long ago day our country will evolve many times to accommodate those who must be part of our incredible family.

Enjoy the freedom today and celebrate our liberties always bearing in mind that they are ours only if we are mindful of how to keep them. We are the protectors of our democratic republic and we must be wary of handing it over to anyone set on dividing us and tearing us apart. We are better when we accept each other without all the negative “isms” that those Pilgrims were trying to escape. We honor our nation most when we remember why it came about and how it has rightfully changed to be a better and better version of itself. Take time to think of what this day is all about.

On July 4, 1776, the Continental Congress met in Philadelphia to sign the Declaration of Independence from Great Britain. It was a bold move that endangered the very lives of the signers. In doing so they were thought to be traitors with potential death by hanging, the usual punishment for such egregious an action. In the estimation of the king and Great Britain these were not heroes but horrific men whose ideas went against everything that citizens were supposed to believe. They were thought to be rebels, not patriots, and many colonists were appalled as well, remaining loyal to the king. Not everyone agreed with the tactics of our Founding Fathers. They began as a minority that would have to prove its mettle. Most people believed that their efforts would fail even after they defeated Great Britain and earned their independence. The bet was that the effort would ultimately fail.

The United States of America has never been perfect. It began with slavery intact even as some of the signers of the Declaration had hoped to outlaw that horrific practice from the start. It took a long time to get past that original sin and even longer to give women the right to vote. Even when slaves were freed it was over a century before the horrors of segregation were overturned. With each move toward a more perfect union brave souls like our Founding Fathers have risked violence and imprisonment and sometimes even death to bring changes that were more just and equitable. 

Many of our Founding Fathers were young people in their teens and twenties. Somehow our young people are often more courageous than adults who don’t like to rock the boat. Teens and twenty year olds often endure violence and misunderstanding as they bravely stand up for what they believe to be right. Our national history demonstrates that time and time again they have carried us into a better future even as many mock them and misunderstand their motives. Change is never easy and sometimes truth is difficult to accept. 

We are at a tenuous moment in time. Our very democracy seems to be dangling on a precipice. We have elected officials mixing religion with affairs of state, insisting that immigrants must abide by our “national Christianity.” We have those who deride protestors whose opinions are different from theirs. Sadly the racism that bred slavery and Jim Crow policies still lurks under cover and sometimes even in plain sight. There is a push and pull between progress and longing for earlier times when many among us were treated like second class citizens. We too often ignore the effect of nature on all of us and carp about having to make sacrifices to invest in our environment for the sake of its preservation. Our Congress is as fractured as it was just before the Civil War and many ridiculously suggest that maybe it is time for another rupture in our union. 

Somehow we have lost our way and can’t seem to work together to bring ourselves back to the idea that all people are created equal and deserve the same opportunities and freedoms. It took us time to reach a close approximation to closing all the gaps and now we seem to be making them open wider again. We cling to guns and religion instead of acknowledging that it is our diversity that makes us strong, not our sameness. We forget how many people came to our shores running from nationalized religions that would have forced them to abandon their personal beliefs. We ignore evidence that differing ways of expressing our sexuality are personal and not indicators of perversion. We judge and foist our ideas on others in the same way that the king of England did in the long ago. We give the wealthy enormous tax breaks and then overburden the middle class with payments to the government. We constantly devalue the ideas of our young forgetting that it was young men who made us free and keep us there to this very day. 

I think each of us would do well to consider the long history of our nation as we vote for those who will represent us, judge us, and serve as our chief executive officer. We should ask ourselves if we are voting for freedom for all or freedom for only those who fall in line with our personal philosophies. We should send men and women to Congress who will work together to implement laws not to punish certain groups, Their goals should be to enhance the lives of everyone regardless of religion or race or sexual preferences. We should beware of tyrants who would punish differences and demand a kingly loyalty. 

This July 4, 2024 is a time to remember Washington and Lincoln and great heroes who wanted to create and defend an enlightened nation, not one in retrograde. Together we are strong. With truth we become more perfect. Let us work for those things even before we cook the barbecue and light the fireworks. That is what this holiday should be about.  

I had decided to be mostly quiet this election cycle. I am weary of all the divisiveness that has infected our electorate. I believed in the American people and in our system of government to uphold the tenets of our democracy. I was unwilling to listen to those who issued hyperbolic warnings about the health of our democracy. I didn’t want to engage in arguments with friends or family members whom I love. I wanted to just quietly cast my vote in November and wait for the results, hoping for the outcome that I long to see. With the latest decision of the Supreme Court I am not able to be silent. I truly believe that our democratic republic, and with it our freedoms, are in jeopardy and I would be derelict if I said nothing. 

I will begin by admitting that it is unlikely that I will influence anyone with this essay. I don’t expect to change the outcome that will eventually happen. What I do want is to go on record publicly so that one day my children and grandchildren will have proof that I tried to speak up for the preservation of our democracy. It is a right that I still have and I want to use it until which time I may lose the freedom of speech that I so cherish. While I would never in my wildest imaginings have considered that I might one day be held to account for exercising a freedom that I have admittedly taken for granted for seventy-five years, I now worry that recent events are leading to a possible situation in which I will be punished for speaking in a way contrary to those who have brought us to this moment in our history. 

I am of course speaking about the Supreme Court’s 6-3 decision regarding immunity for Donald Trump with regard to his part in attempting to change the results of the election of 2020 which he lost. The conservative court has essentially said that for the most part Donald Trump was acting in an official capacity when he asked Mike Pence to throw out electors and substitute them with people willing to hand the election to Trump. As such his actions before and during January 6, are immune to any kind of prosecution. The same is true of his commands that the Justice Department find ways to change the votes in his favor. With this outrageous decision a legal can of worms has created a situation in which it will forevermore be all but impossible to prosecute a President for actions that are deemed to be part of his or her official duties of the office. 

Not even the testimony of those who spoke with Trump and might be witnesses to his traitorous efforts can be used as evidence if those comments were made in an official capacity. It feels as though our very democracy has been made vulnerable to anyone with evil intent. It is a stunning development that worries me immensely. It appears to be open ended permission for Trump and any future Presidents to use the office for personal gain or vindictive and criminal behavior with immunity. It is a sham case which brings about the fruition of the worst nightmares of those who created our nation’s Constitution. It makes the President of the United States a weapon welding kinglike figure who can claim official reasons for persecuting anyone who disagrees with his or her decisions.

Forevermore we the people will have to be very careful who we put into the White House. Of course this has always been the case, but now finding men and women of sterling character is of the utmost importance. We can only send those who will not game the system to increase or retain their power. We will need to consider the morality of an individual with serious care and sadly Donald Trump has already boasted that he will be a dictator for a day and that he plans to get retribution from those whom he believes were disloyal to him. He is posting wanted posters of Liz Cheney on X. These are not good signs, especially in light of the reality that he will now feel free to claim presidential immunity simply by indicating that his actions are part of his official duties as the chief executive of the country. 

This is a moment that history will remember. Children will learn the date January 1, 2024 and hopefully it will not be to indicate the end of our republic as we have known it, but as the moment when we realized the danger of this decision and joined together to be certain that Donald J, Trump would never again be allowed to lead our country. He represents a clear and present danger to our democratic republic and we would be foolhardy to test his honor when he has so blatantly shown us the true nature of his intentions.

I know peril when I see it. My single mom taught me to always be aware of my surroundings. My radar his going off loudly in this moment. My children and my grandchildren are concerned about what the future of our country will be. The rest of the world is holding its breath wondering if we will be the dependable allies that we have so often been. At this point only those of us who vote have the ability to insure that the man who attempted to overthrow the government on January 6, 2020 will never again have presidential power. 

This is a watershed moment. We have an opportunity to stop the danger if we have the will to do so. If we do not join together to save our country I fear that a time may come when we look back on this moment as the day when all the we hold sacred fell into the hands of a bad man who has brought division, shame and uncertainty to us all. We have to use our rights while they still exist. Vote against Donald Trump. I will vote for Joe Biden as I urge every American who loves this country to do. He is a good and honest man. Give him the time and the people to set things right.

For the sake of my children I dissent! For the sake of my friends, neighbors and extended family I dissent! For the sake of every student I have ever taught I dissent! For the sake of my fellow Americans I dissent! “With fear for our democracy I dissent!”

Vote out this danger in November.