Each time I try to say why I love America, I get bogged down with slavery, Hitler and Germany, people with Daddy issues, and victims of crime. I guess the issue is how far is too far.
I think it is ok to love people who have hurt you or ones you love even. I don’t like the word forgiveness because it indicates tolerance of the intolerable. Corrie Ten Boom shaking the hand of the ex prison guard always comes to mind, which sometimes makes me feel guilty. 1, it had been a long time. 2, he extended his hand and asked.
Regarding 2, maybe she wouldn’t have felt the warmth surge up her arm if he had not truly repented and done some sort of penitential suffering of his own. In other words, I think it is ok for forgiveness to be conditional.
Love can be unconditional, but only towards created things, animal, vegetable, mineral, and human. And divine things. Sin is not created. It is a warped misrepresentation, which we all buy into to some extent. We can hate that that happens. And if we know that we all have bought into it to some degree, we can love each other, and try to fix ourselves first.
Since the protesters’ soul-search of others gets plenty of coverage, I will say what I love.
America’s bravery, beauty, daring do, industrious intelligence, music, naivete, idealism, faith, hope, love, opportunities, attractiveness and welcomeness to others, room to breathe, resources, animals, vegetables, and minerals (not just as resources), ability and willingness to repent, relative hiddenness in the stone age before colonialism, world-quaking discovery and refuge, and map, though I think that could have been managed better with our modern ideas about other cultures, but who knows if there is a silver lining to the old ideas. The protesters don’t think any of the qualities above that are associated with colonialism justify our existence. However, they do not realize that the stronger opportunistically, justifiably or not, knowingly or not, taking advantage of the weaker exists in many shapes and forms in every human heart, and that no one deserves to live if not even having the thought is your standard.
I want to hear a German talk about how complicated it is to love Germany nowadays. I don’t like the idea of being totally ashamed of your home or your last name, unless it is Hitler, or Butts, or Bottoms. I am 1/4 German, inherited from immigrants who came over at the end of the 19th century. I love Germany’s technical intelligence, strength, the idea of the autobahn, the idea of the black forest, Hansel and Gretel, that it only recently isn’t Prussia, that the Holy Roman Empire existed there until Napoleon, Fredericksburg, Texas and other Bavarian towns and food, toughness and athleticism, the Steppe Migration that occurred 6-8,000 years ago, I think, according to David Reich, a genetic Ashkenazi Jew, who presumably has German ancestry. He says that a lot of German genetic research is stymied and suppressed because people are afraid of what the Germans did with it. I want it to be objectively studied. A lot of the problem is how people value different traits. Value judgments are different than the discoveries themselves.