That's what I believe, in part because that's what a child like Christina Taylor Green believed. Imagine: here was a young girl who was just becoming aware of our democracy; just beginning to understand the obligations of citizenship; just starting to glimpse the fact that someday she too might play a part in shaping her nation's future. She had been elected to her student council; she saw public service as something exciting, something hopeful. She was off to meet her congresswoman, someone she was sure was good and important and might be a role model. She saw all this through the eyes of a child, undimmed by the cynicism or vitriol that we adults all too often just take for granted.
I want us to live up to her expectations. I want our democracy to be as good as she imagined it. All of us - we should do everything we can to make sure this country lives up to our children's expectations.
Moving words indeed. Since the moment I heard them they've been percolating. Yes what a notion. What a goal to strive for. What implications should this grand and comforting remark have?
Let me give you some background. I am slightly older than President Obama, from a very different upbringing. I was born when Ike was a lame duck. At 9 I was living with my single mom in Ligonier, a small town in the Laurel Mountains of Pa. east of Pittsburgh. Gramma and Pap lived down the street and we were Republicans. My friends and I had the run of the town on our bikes, sandlot baseball in the backyards, forts, cowboys N indians, and of course war. The town featured a National Guard Armory, complete with tanks and other things to capture the minds of youth becoming aware of the traditions of our country. I recall an exercise that used the high school students as a mob for the guard to herd down the street and corral them at the football field and prove they were able to handle a bunch of damned uppity hippies if they ever rolled into town in their VW micro-buses to have some kind of love in on The Diamond.
I learned about the rule of law where the horse thief gets the fair trial before he's strung up. Where the family lore reached back to colonial times in that very spot where the Frenchies and the Mohawks attacked General Gates in his campaign to take Fort Duquesne. A proud history where a distant uncle served as president of the continental congress (although my later research is inconclusive). A double Great Grandfather who took a long walk all around Virginia Maryland and Pennsylvania in the 1860's. I learned truths about our country, our character as a people. There were things that were certain, like only the bad guys torture their captives. You must protect other's rights to protect your own. That man's activity was killing the earth.
I maintained a lot of that innocence into the middle of the last decade, until the Abu Ghraib incident caught my attention. The stories of rendition, the CIA officers tried in absentia in Spain. I'm sure you can add your own instances of human outrage inflicted with the utmost disregard for our traditions or laws.
And hearing those words above, brought me back to imagine in the context of my youth. I would so love to be able to set these things aright, to live up to my own expectations of my country when I was 9. But Sir, it is beyond my capability to bring those who would torture to justice. It is beyond my capabilities to stop spending our national treasure to benefit the corporate class. It is beyond my capabilities to stop manufacturing the mortal enemies of our country that, in the eyes of that long past innocence, should be the beacon of hope to the oppressed. It is beyond my capabilities to effect that sort of change, I thought that's why we hired you, Mr President.
-Hoot