This is a very good, and intellectually stimulating, book about the meaning of the words liberty and freedom. For such important terms in the lexicon of American politics, they are not often defined with any precision, and their usage varies across time periods and among different groups of people. We began with a 'freedom' that only included property owning white men. There is freedom to and freedom from. There is religious freedom, social freedom, cultural freedom, and economic freedom...sometimes. We've expanded our definitions and practices of freedom in the pursuit of, as Lincoln called it "a more perfect union" but at each time, and at each turn, there has been struggle. The struggles of the poor, the struggles of people of color, the struggles of women, the struggles of LBGTQ people, the struggles of the disabled, the struggles of immigrants...freedom is a lot of work.
America, to me, isn't so much an ethnicity, like "I am an American by birth" or something, but instead is an acceptance to a set of ideals. It is giving affirmation to certain fundamental principles, and it is these principles that need to make the core of our nation's ever-expanding quest for freedom and liberty: All men (and women!) are created equal. We have inalienable rights, like life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. Just government is derived from the consent of the governed. Freedom is not free. Ordered liberty and the social contract are not optional, but necessary. Loving America doesn't mean we shouldn't be critical and self-reflective.
Things like that.
It's been interesting to read this book in the year of our Lord 2020, while COVID-19 has shuttered the nation and killed 100,000+ people, the economy is gasping for life (40 million unemployed), and there is rioting taking place in dozens of cities (late May/June). In the time of one Donald J. Trump, the wheels are coming off a bit, or so it seems to me. What does freedom look like in the face of massive, systemic failure on this level?
Dark days indeed. I still believe, though. I still have hope, and I have faith. I may even have some love for the crazy country of mine. We will get through this, and I can only pray that--on the other side--we will expand our ideas about, and practices of, freedom.