Reflections on
Independence Day
Henry J. Stern
July 3, 2007
We call your attention to the fact , of which you are probably
aware, that tomorrow, July 4, 2007, will be the 231st anniversary of the
signing of the Declaration of Independence.
Most countries have a national day, celebrating their independence, or their
liberation, or their first autonomous government. France's national
day, for example, is Bastille Day, commemorating the storming of the Bastille
prison on July 14, 1789. Canada observes July 1 as Canada Day, the
day the British North American Act forming the Dominion took effect
in 1867. Israel's national day is the fifth of Iyyar, which varies
from late April to May under the solar calendar. It commemorates Israel's
declaring itself independent at the conclusion of the British mandate on
May 14, 1948. Mexico, a festive nation, observes two holidays. Independence
Day on September 16, when in 1810 Miguel Hidalgo appealed for a revolution
and independence from Spain, and Cinco de Mayo (May 5), celebrating
the defeat of the Emperor Maximilian (Napoleon's nephew) in 1862 at Puebla.
The former emperor was executed in Mexico in 1867.
In past years, The New York Times has printed a scripted copy of the
Declaration
of Independence on the last page of its July 4 edition. The Declaration
is well worth reading, at least once a year, word for word, both as a primary
historical source, and as an exceptionally literate document.. After reading
it, one can reflect on its application today. BTW, in contrast to today's
custom, the words of Hamilton, Jay, Madison and Jefferson were not written
for them by staff. Not that there is anything wrong with staff (I was
one years ago.), but the founding fathers wrote beautifully themselves..
The Fourth of July is an appropriate time for us to think of our good fortune
in living in this country. In a troubled world of almost 200 nations,
ours is outstanding in many ways. Some parts of our lives are
better than others; some aspects of our country are better than others; that
is the human condition. The United States of America is a nation criticized
by other countries whose citizens seek to become our immigrants. We
are not always in the right, but I believe that on balance, we are pretty
good. I do know that we are a place where tens of millions of people
in other countries would like to live. America's migration issues concern
people who want to get in, not to get out. They can depart at will.
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A PERSONAL STORY; If my father had not been able to enter this country
when he left from Germany in 1926, (Seven years before Hitler came to power,
Jews were expelled from the German Boy Scouts.) and if my mother's parents
had not come over at the turn of the century from a shtetl in what is now
Belarus, my family would not have survived the devastation of the mid-20th
century. I am grateful that they were accepted here, and sorry that
not everyone who sought to flee Nazi terror was admitted to the United States.
Public anti-immigration sentiment was stronger in Roosevelt's time than it
is today, and it mattered relatively little whether or not the immigrants
were educated. Fortunately, we took Albert Einstein just before the
war, and we snatched Dr. Werner von Braun right after World War II
to help us build rockets.
While I was Parks Commissioner, I attended a reception at the German consulate,
and met a decent and honorable German official named Bernard von der Planitz.
(His park name was Spaceman.) von der Planitz asked about my family
and I told him about my father coming to this country as a 20-year-old from
Frankfurt to study American business methods, but never returning . The diplomat
asked me if we spoke German at home, and I said 'No.' He asked why,
and I said, being polite as I could be, "It was my father. He
had a grievance." The consul listened, reflected, and responded
with equal courtesy, "I can see that."
That understated conversation summed up for me the blessings of America.
We are alive because it took us in. We owe this country the highest
degree of loyalty. We may not like some elected officials, but we know
1) that they were, in fact, elected by the people, and 2)in a fixed time
we will have the opportunity to remove them. We also appreciate
the fact that, in this country, I had the opportunity to run for office,
and even get elected twice. That would not have happened in Europe,
even if I had not been murdered with my family.
During World War II, there was a popular song written by Earl Robinson and
Lewis Allan, "The House I Live In" .The young Frank Sinatra sang it
in 1945, and it became an anthem. Here are the lyrics:
A certain word, democracy
What is America to me
The house I live in
A plot of earth, a street
The grocer and the butcher
Or the people that I meet
The children in the playground
The faces that I see
All races and religions
That's America to me
The place I work in
The worker by my side
The little town the city
Where my people lived and died
The howdy and the handshake
The air a feeling free
And the right to speak your mind out
That's America to me
The things I see about me
The big things and the small
That little corner newsstand
Or the house a mile tall
The wedding and the churchyard
The laughter and the tears
And the dream that's been a growing
For more than two hundred years
The town I live in
The street, the house, the room
The pavement of the city
Or the garden all in bloom
The church the school the clubhouse
The millions lights I see
But especially the people
- Yes especially the people
That's America to me
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