What Does Independence Day Mean to You?

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What does July 4th mean to you? The following essay is what it means to Felicia Chillak* and her mother, Phyllis, a naturalized citizen from Nazi Poland.

She (Phyllis) was attending elementary school in Nazi Poland, when they heard a German convoy coming into their town. The Nazi’s were there to round up Polish school children. The Nazi’s wanted to capture the children, to drain their blood to infuse their wounded

Independence Day 2011

Does it have a special meaning to you? Does it mean a backyard BBQ? Fireworks? Lounging at a beach or park? Getting together with friends and family? Another day off from work?

The word holiday. It’s origin is from an Old English word haligdaeg, from halig holy + daeg day. How that has changed. Excuse me from using that word–holy. How dare I. Sorry, just being facetious! No, I am not. For the moment, I can say it. We still have freedom of speech, I think. Freedom of expression, I think. Liberty, I think.

As we approach this Independence Day, the national holiday of commemorating the signing of the Declaration of Independence, celebrating America’s birthday, celebrating the vision of the original colonists, I am riddled with fear. What is happening to the America that so very many have shed their blood for? Will we recognize America in 2012?

Many Americans so eagerly are giving their freedom and liberty away. Many are shouting–tax the rich. Taxes, the core beginning of the colonists separating from King George. Many are shouting–raise the debt ceiling. Please spend more, so we can tax our future generations into oblivion. Please, help let them live on Uncle Sam’s plantation. Give me more government handouts, let the rich pay for it. Please, I want to proudly state that I am a socialist, a Marxist. I don’t believe in America. I want to fundamentally transform it. Please, the nanny state is not big enough. I want the government to tell me how to think, act, and eat. Please regulate my right to bear arms. After all, I don’t want to able to defend myself when it all becomes undone. I want the government to protect me. After all, I am an American, I deserve it.

I was speaking with my mother yesterday. For the first time, she spoke of a time in her childhood. She was attending elementary school in Nazi Poland, when they heard a German convoy coming into their town. The Nazi’s were there to round up Polish school children. The Nazi’s wanted to capture the children, to drain their blood to infuse their wounded. They drained every last drop of blood from the children. In this situation, the children were told to run and hide – the Nazis moved on to look for children in other towns. Horrific? You bet! Unimaginable? Maybe. This is the actions of oppressive regimes. The children, the life blood of a nation. What are we doing to ours??? What are we doing to their America?

I am a American. I do not care about Democrats or Republicans. I care about our country. I care about freedom. I care about our liberty. I care that I will be leaving a better “America” for the future generations. I care about the “legal immigrants” who so desperately yearn to come to a land where they will be free. I want America’s beacon of light to shine ever so brightly.

Am I tired? You bet. I am tired of a media with an agenda. I am tired of those spitting on us as we have a rally. I am tired of people throwing things at us. I am tired of accusations of being a racist. I am tired of those demanding they want theirs, on the backs of the taxpayers. I am so very tired of “sheeple.” What makes America great is our ability to stand alone, our ability to achieve, our ability to create, our ability to survive. And most of all, our ability to “hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness“.

Will I give up? Hell, no. I will dig my boots in. I will fight even harder. No matter how hard it gets! After all, I am an American. I don’t deserve anything. I will earn it.

 

*Felicia is the organizer of North Country Patriots, a Military-Patriot group in East Setauket, Long Island.

 

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