“Sweet land of liberty of thee I sing,” I now believe that these words were in essence utopian because they certainly have not proven to be true for all. Perhaps, that may have been the intent, a land of liberty for certain people not all. Reality and history support this observation. I desire, with fervor, to sing of a land that cultivates liberty.
I am unconcerned about the overwhelming guilt felt by those who “feel” attacked because they’ve now been lumped in to a group that is getting bad press. “We’re not all the same, that’s not fair to put us all in one group.” I am unconcerned because you have been unconcerned.
