UPDATE: After doing a bit of reading, I feel compelled to link to a couple of excellent Thanksgiving-related columns that celebrate the true diversity of this great nation and remind us of the many ways that Americans, at our very best, remain a beacon of hope for humanity.
First is Andrew Sullivan's wonderful 1996 column that he republished on his Web site. Among three things Sullivan was thankful for is this:
Second, I'm thankful for the American talent for contradiction. The country that sustained slavery for longer than any other civilised country is also the country that has perhaps struggled more honestly for the notion of racial equality than any other. The country that has a genuine public ethic of classlessness also has the most extreme economic inequality in the developed world. The country that is most obsessed with pressing the edge of modernity also has the oldest intact constitution in the world. The country that still contains a powerful religious right has also pushed the equality of homosexuals further than ever before in history. A country that cannot officially celebrate Christmas (it would erase the boundary between church and state) is also one of the most deeply religious nations on the planet. Americans have learnt how to reconcile the necessary contradictions not simply because their country is physically big enough to contain them, but because it is spiritually big enough to contain them. Americans have learnt how to reconcile the necessary contradictions of modern life with a verve and a serenity few others can muster. It is a deeply reassuring achievement.
Next is Stanley Crouch's Thanksgiving column:
But, somehow, even for all our troubles, I do have to say that I would rather be singing the blues in America than living anywhere else. There is something so special about our nation. Much of that special quality comes from how hard we have fought to move this country beyond all its shortcomings. For all the miles we have to go before sleep, we have done so well that we are appalled by things that are very common outside this country.
When we think of how race used to be in this nation - even when it was at its very worst and the redneck flag flapped unchallenged in the minds of white Southerners - we can look at something like Rwanda and know that Negroes were never slaughtered here on the scale that Africans were in that tragic bloodbath.
A few months ago, when I looked at a tape of a woman being stoned to death in Iran and heard that hysterical self-righteousness screaming through the air as her white clothing and white face covering turned red before she fell, I knew there were horrors under which people live that Americans can only imagine.
At such times, I often think of how marvelously the Rev. Calvin Butts spoke at Yankee Stadium in the memorial following 9/11. We had heard those words so often, beginning with "My country 'tis of thee," but he made them sound new and absolutely true. At that moment, the soul of Harlem became the soul of our country, and for that we should be most thankful.
In this nation, at the right moment, anyone can speak for all of us and we will recognize ourselves in that single person because our country is about doing the work to make it all for one and one for all - in our sorrow, in our triumphs, in our humanity.
I updated this late Friday night after a couple of beers and a lovely day spent with the Amazing Techie Girlfriend and her parents. Here's a snapshot:
Four native Southerners enjoying a jaunt through the big city. Everywhere we go, we encounter every conceivable skin tone and every conceivable language and dialect, but this amazing diversity has become so mundane and unremarkable that we almost forget how special it really is. Along the way, we enjoy a most American menu: bagels and coffee for breakfast, turkey leftovers and iced tea and pumpkin pie for lunch, and wonderful, spicy Thai food for dinner. (And England's Bass ale late at night.)
In short, we had the whole world -- in our refrigerator, on our sidewalks, and in our ears and eyes. And I had to sit down and blog about it to appreciate the beauty -- and simplicity -- of it all.
Among the thousands of things we have to be thankful for, that must rank near the top.