Sequel? ;-)
Seeing as this is my first war as a (still only) resident of America it was inspiring, "uniting". I thought of Rosie the Riveter and all the "Go, USA!" I had missed out on during wars past, and felt a hearkening back to a history of a nation united for "Right".
My five-year old and I unconsciously held hands and surreptitiously sang along as multi-landscapes, multi-ethnicities and a booming tenor filled the theater. Sing along, please, as we did:
O beautiful for spacious skies,
for amber waves of grain,
for purple mountain majesties
above the fruited plain!
America! America!
and crown thy good with brotherhood
from sea to shining sea.
Notice something missing? We did. My son, sweet innocent that he is, thought, no doubt, as he hurried to catch up to the lead, that he had screwed up the words. I knew I hadn't. But somewhere, someone had decided to. On purpose.
Was this part of the movie or just some trailer before the movie started?
Thanks, *REALLY* thanks for this!
God's grace BTTT!
Anna: Another outstanding column. Although I don't think I'll be letting you take my picture any time soon.
This reminds me of an experience, I once camped at Camp Dearborn, unwittingly knowing that the family campground of my husband's youth (outdoor Sunday service and all) was now used by a rather large Middle Eastern community. The tent-cabins are set-up one right next to another with each section of tents sharing a fire circle, each tent has an outdoor shed that contains a small kitchen. First thing I noticed upon arrival, was that we were the only ones in our section that were not middle eastern descent...no big deal, I thought...until their children approached my children to play, their parents would jerk the child away from my kids one even gave their child a spank on the butt for approaching my kids. Okay, I thought, maybe they were worried about bothering us. Then dinner came around. My husband offered to cook it. We were glared at, one man finally came over and insulted my husband for doing woman's work. Now I was starting to throw our things back into the car, saying...one more thing and I'm outta here - then decided I was not being tolerant, they were obviously new to the country and would learn to accept hubby's cooking whether they like it or not, I figured. Then came twilight. We wondered over to the campfire, and were stopped and told that women were not allowed to the campfire, so my daughters and I had to go. Did I mention the young boys marching around the camp chanting of their superiority and declaring they rule the camp?
After everything was in the car I went up to the office and ranted and raved and demanded my money back...they offered to move us to the "American" section of the camp - which we decided to do. I was made to feel like I was the intolerant one - wasn't me barring people from the campfire and yet I was the one who had to move - they wouldn't even talk to them! The camp was being ruined, too, if firewood was needed it was ripped from the siding of the outhouses! The camp looked like a third world refuge camp! Beach changing rooms were used as bathrooms! - that did it for me - we left the next morning and never returned to that camp, which used to be the pride of Dearborn in the 50's and 60's. This incident was 10 years ago, wonder what it's like now!