September 11, 2001 taught me how much I love my country. Yet our bumper-sticker culture still leaves me puzzled at times. Here’s one that especially makes me wonder: “Proud to be an American.”
I mean, one can be “proud” of something one has accomplished, such as finishing school, raising a family, etc. – but unless one is a naturalized American and had to deal with INS, I can’t see what anyone did to become an American. Being “proud to be an American” is like me saying I’m proud I have blue eyes.
There may be something to reincarnation after all. I wonder if those with this “proud” bumper sticker were asked before birth what country they wanted to be born in. Bangladesh, obviously, would not be a good choice. Maybe they thought long and hard about it while floating in that never-never land between lives and chose to be born in America.
I wonder if they were told what their gender would be and if they were warned that many countries make women second-class citizens. Another reason to choose America.
For me, I’ll just say, “I’m blessed to be an American.”