The United States of America.
Think about that phrase for a second. All fifty states are separate, yet, they are united, even though sometimes it doesn’t always feel like they’re united. For instance, when it was North Carolina’s (my home state) turn to vote in the primary election in May, there was an item on the ballot that asked whether you were for or against Amendment One, which did pass and thus limited the types of valid, recognized domestic unions. Essentially, North Carolina has defined marriage as something between one man and one woman.
I remember reading my Twitter feed the day after the amendment passed. So much hate from every other state in the union. People called North Carolina bigoted, stupid, close-minded, and many worse things. Someone said something like “America is ashamed of North Carolina.”
But with each state so vastly different, it’s impossible for them all to be completely united in everything at the same time. Even so, I don’t think it’s right to hate on another state just because of what the majority of its people have chosen. In a way, the “united” states of America are like a dysfunctional family: sometimes there’s happy harmony and other times, there are crazy arguments where everyone gets bent out of shape.
I may not always agree with what people in other states (or even in my own state) are doing, or I may not agree with the political decisions of a particular state, but I love my country as a whole. And that’s the important thing.
Happy Independence Day! 🙂