I walk through the front door of my house and look around. I live in America, in California, in Del Rey, on a street named Sanford.
This is my neighborhood, where the lawns are parched and the dogs are plentiful. A place where people who drive electric cars have stopped watering the decorative patches of grass on their front lawns so that they can do the right thing when wasting water is the wrong thing.
It’s a place where unhoused people live along bicycle paths that lead to the beach where children play in surf that sometimes glows red. It’s where the sand is pockmarked with syringes, condoms, plastic cups, tennis balls, and discarded mylar balloons that wash up with the tides. It is the edge of a continent in a country that I call home.
Independence Day is just around the corner. It is a day when America will once again celebrate its freedom.
When I was very small, I didn’t really understand what America was until the day my father brought me here. My mother, brothers, and I were not born here. My father’s country was a gift to us from him.
America was a great gift. It came inside a very large package of forests, mountains, and prairies. It was so large and so great that it didn’t fit inside the small history books. It burst outside the margins of the pages and right smack into my imagination.
I am an American; I was born American though not in America.
My father worked for the US Government in Europe. He was special and on a special mission to spread the good news about America to the rest of the world. I didn’t know what he did, but I knew it was so important that he couldn’t tell us. And when we found out that he worked for a secret place, with a secret plan to spread America like sweet frosting across the world, we were asked to keep that a secret too.
God was on our side.
The LIES were part of our secret mission for the greater good of America and the greater good of the rest of the world, even if they didn’t know it was good for them. We were convinced that what was good for America was good for the rest of the world.
God was on our side. God was on our money. God was in our pledge of allegiance to a flag with stars and stripes. And we believed it because it was good for America.
Before I arrived to the United States in the late 1960’s America was a story I had heard over and over. The story had a hero, usually a cowboy, a flag-waving US Cavalry man on horseback, or maybe a general with a pipe in his mouth riding in a jeep. The stories had large men, always men, because men knew how to win.
It was about winning. It was about winning battles and wars against Indians, and Germans, and wild women. It was always about taming — the environment and the natives. And about building things, railroads and highways and tall dams.
The American hero appeared to me on a technicolor wide screen.
He was John Wayne, the hard-drinking stoic man with the funny walk, who always got the girl, with a cigarette in one hand and a six-shooter in another. The Duke brawled in bars, destroyed furniture, slammed people’s heads against the wall then shot the bad guy from the hip. But, despite being a bully, I remember that the bad guy stayed the bad guy, and John Wayne was always was the good guy no matter how bad he was.
When little Audrey arrived here, she filled in the blanks to the story with bright, bold highlights.
What was America to me?
It was a large grocery store with rows and rows of food in colorful boxes.
It was Lucky Charms and Captain Crunch.
It was Toys R Us — Monopoly, Twister, and The Game of Life.
It was Barbi in a bikini and GI Joe in fatigues.
It was a purple Schwinn Stingray bicycle with a banana seat and white tassels.
America was s’mores and campfires and swimming pools at the KOA.
It was buffalo, black bears, Old Faithful, and the Grand Canyon.
It was cresting waves and jellyfish and earthworms on hooks.
It was fishing trips at the lake, sunfish, and catfish. It was toads, and snakes, and opossums.
It was the Empire State Building and the Statue of Liberty.
It was a land of dozens of television stations with soap operas after school, and game shows where people won cars and dining room sets.
It was Saturday morning cartoons and comic books named Ritchie Rich.
It was movie theaters and buttered popcorn in large tubs.
It was indoor malls with water fountains and air-conditioning.
It was Disneyland and Coney Island, Atlantic City, Bush Gardens, and zoos with panda bears.
It was station wagons and RVs.
It was clams at Howard Johnson’s and lobster rolls in Maine.
It was bagels and donuts, and Dairy Queen soft served vanilla ice cream dipped in chocolate.
It was peanut butter and root beer floats.
It was baseball, shelled peanuts, and hots dogs with sweet relish. It was hamburgers and barbecues in the backyard.
America was flags and parades, military orchestras, and fireworks lots of fireworks, that lit up the night sky.
We are the land of the free and home of the brave.
America was all of that and much more.
America was the land where everything was possible.
It was where truth was told over the airwaves, on radios, and broadcast television sets by men named Cronkite and Reasoner.
Most of all, America was a dream come true where everything and anything was possible.
America was that because we believed in it. We were in this together. We could do it. We could always make better things. We made the cars larger, the buildings taller, the airplanes faster, and the bombs bigger.
We are the land of the free and home of the brave.
We are the home of the brave police officers who stormed into a 4th-grade classroom and shot the bad guy.
We are the brave people who learned how to integrate people of color and people of different cultures into our schools, into offices, into neighborhoods, and into the stories we tell about ourselves.
We opened our hearts to embrace anyone who feels oppressed by gender definitions and the restrictive nature of a patriarchal system.
We are the ones who let people marry whomever they love.
We let everyone have equal opportunities and ensured that no one person runs away with the prize because we level the playing field.
We value humanity over profits.
We are the Americans who bused people to the polls, sent everyone mail-in ballots, made early voting accessible, and held elections on days where every citizen could easily participate in democracy.
We are the ones who build houses for people so that they can live with dignity and possibility.
We proudly help those who were confused or mentally and physically challenged as we reached out to them with a helping hand.
We secured a universal system of healthcare so that no one would ever not be able to go to the doctor or dentist in fear of going bankrupt.
We made universities and vocational schools free of tuition to everyone.
We are the ones who knew how climate change was killing our beautiful country and the planet, causing fires and floods and unusual storms. And we took action and reduced our carbon footprint before it was too late and we lost America the beautiful.
We let women make decisions about their own bodies so that they could also dare to dream they could do anything and then do it.
We broke molds in order to let people live in freedom as we tell this beautiful story that is America.
We knew how important it was to get this right because we are Americans.
Because America is the greatest place you could ever imagine?
Or was I just dreaming?
