I remember celebrating the US bicentennial when I was in sixth grade. There was a workbook at school with all sorts of bicentennial stuff to read. Our neighborhood held a parade, and there’s a picture of me on Mom’s horse, Poco Biernatt. His reins are festooned with red, white, and blue pompoms, while red and blue streamers fall from my white-sheet-covered shoulders. The bicentennial was a big deal, and it felt—at least to my young self—like everyone was on board.
This summer’s 250th anniversary celebration feels painfully different. As a nation, we are terribly divided. Official commemorations are focusing on divisive themes and literal fights instead of what could bring us together as a diverse nation. Perhaps that’s because that “more perfect union” is no longer a virtue these days, or even a goal.
That phrase, a more perfect union, comes from the preamble of the US Constitution. It speaks to founding hopes for bringing together what was already a disparate group of colonies into something resembling a single nation.
It wasn’t an easy task. New England was full of hardscrabble individualists, with rocky small farms, dense forests, and lots of fishing and whaling. Its colonies had mostly been founded on puritanical values, and its people resisted English control. In stark contrast, the southern colonies had developed large plantations using enslaved labor. They retained a strong connection to the English establishment, including the English church. The middle colonies had cultivated cities and an increasingly diverse economy, based in farming, livestock, manufacturing, and trade.
I can imagine that back in 1776, it often seemed impossible to get all thirteen colonies to agree on what this new nation would look like. Stories, songs, and musicals have been written about that struggle and those times. It has me wondering what stories and songs will be written about this era in US history. If they’re anything like the rash of razor-sharp memes about the green reflecting pool, they’ll be memorable but not exactly something to celebrate.
So, what are we to do? Perhaps because I’m an editor, I’ve found myself thinking about the intention to form a more perfect union—in contrast to a perfect one. Our founders evidently understood that they were striving for an ideal that hadn’t come to fruition. They were working toward something that might not even be attainable. Perhaps they already saw the pattern of “three steps forward, two steps back” that would come to characterize this country. And of course, not all their ideals were life-giving for every person and creature on this continent. Even our understanding of what constitutes an ideal America has changed over time.
The reality of US history is a story of constant change and transformation. Sometimes this has been painful, such as during the Civil War. Sometimes it’s been hopeful, such as with the passage of the Voting Rights Act and Marriage Equality. And sometimes we just can’t see where it’s going—yet.
So, as we head into Independence Day weekend and its attendant celebrations, may we realize that we are still forming a more perfect union. Let us celebrate that intention, not the current reality of division.
What are you doing to support the life-giving ideals on which this nation was founded?


Wonderful perspective! We will probably do nothing more than sit on the deck and be grateful, watch some distant fireworks and make sure the dog doesn’t go nuts. Neither of us feel very festive or inclined to put ourselves in large groups these days… For the 4th or any celebration. We’re grateful for a quiet life and good health. We will continue to try to maintain a sense of hope for our nation, do what we can at the polls and by sharing our perspectives and hospitality in our very red neighborhood. 🇺🇸
Thank you, Joyce, for your honest reflection on your current priorities. Maintaining a sense of hope is important–modeling it and putting that hopefulness out in the world for others. And sharing your perspectives in a red neighborhood is an important witness. Blessings on that call!
Peace,
Shirin
Shirin, The editor in me wants to mark that “more perfect,” writing in the margin that “perfect” is an absolute and cannot be “more.” Nevertheless, we know exactly what Tom Jefferson was after and cannot offer a substitute. These days, when advances marked by the Voting Rights Act are erased by the Supreme Court, we mourn. When officers of our government use profane names to criticize others or whole groups of people, we weep. When hatred prowls our streets and selfishness assumes a crown, we grieve. I think that declaration, which inspired a nation at war in 1861, continues to whisper to us, in these days, Resist. Resist. Resist.
Oh, Tom, you’re so right with your editorial comment…and yet…like so much, we strive for the ideals, even as we fail, again and again. Thank you for the reminder of the importance of mourning, grieving, and resisting, all of which are very important now.
Peace,
Shirin