On National Holidays and Independence
I have a troubled relationship with the 4th of July. Perhaps this is because I was born on August 6, 1945, the day when my country used the first atomic bomb to annihilate the population of Hiroshima, to be followed only three days later by a similar slaughter of innocent civilians in Nagasaki. As the first-born of the Atomic Age “Bombs bursting in air” ever calls to mind that racist attack on Asians — not that the fire-bombing of Dresden was any more humane or less indelibly etched on the minds of the knowledgeable. I remember with some embarrassment my first overseas stay as a college junior in Marburg, Germany (1965-1966) when I tried to explain to German fellow students (in German, of course) that the holiday “4. Juli " (4th of July) was soon upon us. It had not occurred to me that non-US folk would not find the 4th of July more remarkable than the 3rd or the 5th — and perhaps less so than that 14th (“Bastille Day”). I had never before re...