A July Fourth Reminder for Myself
In a few hours, I will make myself at home at PJ’s Coffee Shop and write for most of the rest of the day. I will stop for a bit to visit my sister and watch her children light their fireworks. Then, I will go home and write some more.
I am a public school teacher, and I am not teaching for the summer. What that means is I have spread my ten months of pay over a twelve-month period. It does not mean that I am being paid by the state for my time outside of the classroom.
This summer, I am writing a book. It is about key individuals and organizations pushing hard for the privatization of American traditional public education. Thanks to the convincing recommendations of two friends, a publisher has already signed with me for this book, which I hope will be published by the end of 2014. We will see.
Writitng a book takes a lot of time and energy, and the summertime is my prime time for writing. In addition to writing the book, I also intentionally work in some blog postings. I have readers who depend upon my posts. Plus, I want to be balanced and not allow my blog to wither despite my concentrating on the book.
With all of my writing it is easy to forget that today is a holiday and to consider what this holiday means for me, even as I spend most of my day writing.
In America, I can afford to live indoors, in a house that keeps out the weather and creatures and is climate-controlled. I sleep in a comfortable bed. I do not worry about my safety as I sleep.
In America, when I awake, I have ample choices of food to eat. I do not worry that the food might not be fresh and that I could die from it. I have fresh water to drink and to use to wash my face and brush my teeth.
I am healthy, and if I were not, in America, I have adequate access to medicine and medical care to address the situation.
In my early hours, I devote time to studying the bible and to prayer. In America, I do not face arrest or harsher punishments for doing so.
As an American woman, I have legal rights. I am not considered some man’s property. I am not denied education or employment. I am not forced into marriage. I am allowed to make my own decisions for my life.
I am very grateful to be an American.
As an American and as one whose ultimate faith is in God (even my American money tells me to trust in Him), I realize full well my responsibility to leverage my freedom for the greater good, both in America and throughout the world. I realize that not all Americans are experiencing the benefits I listed above, though as people living in such a land of plenty, they should be. For me, my best weapon is my writing. My arena is education, where certainly the fight is on. There are those who work to destroy the democratic foundation that is traditional public education in America. They do so in the name of “market principles,” of “free enterprise” and “choice,” but their motivation is nothing more than a barely-disguised, self-serving greed. They refuse to use their positions to address the incredibly embarrassing American issue of childhood poverty and instead insist that American teachers are the blame for a fabricated “urgency” regarding our national security.
They are propagating a huge lie. As an American, it is both my honor and my duty to expose them.
God Bless America.