This week marks the end of a terrible chapter in American history. It’s hard to overstate just how painful, damaging, and shocking the last four years have been, especially for the most vulnerable among us. It’s still hard for me to believe this all really happened.
So much of what happens in America, the last four years included, stems from our idea of “freedom.” We believe it’s important. We believe we have it. We are desperate to uphold it. But does anyone actually know what it means? Does it even mean anything?
I worry that our idea of freedom has metastasized from a shared value that propels us forward into an excuse to turn away from one another, to stop moving forward.
As we start this new chapter of American history, is there a new conception of “freedom” that we can strive for? What does freedom mean to you?