by Ashutosh Jogalekar
This Fourth of July I find myself feeling more patriotic than I have in years. That may strike many people as strange, even tone-deaf, given the political moment we are living through. I understand the reaction. Yet the feeling is genuine, and it rests on two convictions that have only grown stronger over the two decades I have lived in this country.
I arrived in the United States more than twenty years ago as an immigrant drawn by the same things that have drawn millions before me: the promise of American science and technology, and the promise of American freedom. My father, a professor, was a great admirer of Franklin Roosevelt and Dwight Eisenhower. He regularly told me stories about them, and ones about Jefferson and Edison and George Washington Carver. World War II was another huge interest of my father’s, and he vividly communicated to me the storming of the beaches at Normandy, the dogged resistance at the Bulge, the decency of American GIs in dealing with enemy combatants. Later, when I was in high school and college, I found myself laughing until I cried while reading “Surely You’re Joking, Mr. Feynman”. And reading Richard Rhodes’s “The Making of the Atomic Bomb” became a turning point. It told the story of brilliant scientists – Enrico Fermi, Albert Einstein, Hans Bethe – who fled fascist Europe and found in America a beacon of freedom and opportunity. Those images were deeply inspiring. America was deeply inspiring.
When I came here to pursue a Ph.D. in chemistry, then postdoctoral work, and eventually a career as a scientist, I carried that picture with me. Over time I built a life and a family here. Now, as I teach my own children about the same heroes my father taught me, I also try to give them American history in full – its flaws, its failures, its betrayals, and its stubborn, unfinished promise. Importantly, I tell them that this country is not great because it has no flaws, but that it is great in spite of those flaws – and that the same is true of the men who founded it. There is no contradiction between loving your country and acknowledging its flaws. What is wrong is in believing that those flaws make your country irredeemable and steeped in original sin.
Twenty years later, after everything that has happened in between, I remain as hopeful about this country as I was on the day I arrived.
That hope is not based on any illusion about the current state of our government. We are living through a period in which longstanding norms of institutional restraint have come under significant pressure. There has been a willingness to challenge or circumvent traditional limits on executive authority, including the separation of powers between branches of government. One of the major political parties has increasingly prioritized loyalty to the president over its independent role as a check on power. In addition, several appointments to senior positions have gone to individuals with unusually limited experience in the areas they oversee, or with personal histories that would have made them unlikely choices in previous administrations. These trends stand in contrast to the greater emphasis on institutional guardrails and competence seen under presidents such as Roosevelt, Eisenhower, Truman, and Kennedy.
But the government of a country is not the same thing as its people. The most important reason I remain hopeful is that I continue to encounter a critical mass of citizens who still care deeply about the place, who love it without needing to pretend it is perfect, who are welcoming to newcomers, and who want it to remain both free and capable of progress. Such people have always existed, even in the darkest chapters: during the Revolution itself, through the Civil War, through the excesses of McCarthyism, through Vietnam, through the Iraq War, and through every other period when the country seemed to be testing the limits of its own better nature. This moment is no different in that respect. The vast majority of Americans are decent people who simply want the best for themselves and for their country. I encounter these people every day in all walks of life. I encounter them in California and New York City and the Midwest and the Deep South, where I took a long road trip last year and was enriched by everyone I met, even when I disagreed politically with them. I even encounter them on that much dreaded, supposedly partisan hell – social media. They want to be good neighbors and responsible citizens. The minority that actively works against these ordinary, decent impulses is usually small. What makes it seem larger is that it is vocal and its voice is disproportionately amplified, especially through social media. That is precisely why it matters to hear the quieter sentiments of the majority – and why those of us who belong to that majority should perhaps stop being quite so quiet ourselves.
Even after two hundred and fifty years, the basic architecture of the American experiment remains remarkably compelling. The American Constitution is still the oldest written national constitution in continuous use, and it continues to guarantee freedoms – most notably the freedoms of religion and of speech – that do not exist to the same degree in many other democratic societies even today. Over two hundred and fifty years, it has been the inspiration for several dozen constitutions around the world, both in word and in spirit. Even after being amended and attacked and buffeted by the mighty winds of history, the basic freedoms guaranteed in that remarkable document have stayed intact. It might have temporarily frayed but has never fallen. That foundation alone is worth defending and renewing.
