On this, the 240th anniversary of American independence, these are my hopes for my country:
- That all of its people value truth and resist falsehood. While it’s fashionable to distrust “experts,” the problem isn’t too many experts. It’s that the experts’ stories aren’t hitting home.
- That we recognize our place in the world: not acting the part of the 800-pound gorilla, not hiding behind a wall, but collaborating and leading by example.
- That we’re all safe as we go about our daily lives. Safe from terrorists, yes, but especially safe from Americans with too many guns and too little sense.
- That no black parent ever again has to give their child “the talk” about how to keep from being shot.
- That everyone who comes here to live, work, or study — regardless of where they’re from, what they believe, or who they love — knows they’re welcome.
- That our attitudes and actions toward each other, and toward the rest of the world, are never rooted in fear.
- That we elect leaders who are better than we deserve.
We can have all of this if we, collectively, want it badly enough. For a long time I assumed that we did. Now I’m not so sure. I pray that we’ll find the will.
What are your hopes for the U.S.? I’d love to hear from you, wherever in the world you live.