Fuck Off, America

A true love story that ends in heartbreak (for me).

When I was a young girl, I remember reciting the Pledge of Allegiance.

When I was a young girl, I remember reciting the Girl Scouts of America Pledge as a Brownie troupe member.

When I was a young girl, sitting around a campfire I remember singing “This Land is Your Land, This Land is My Land” and believing every single word.

When I was a young girl, I remember being told by others who were supposedly wiser than me that: policemen were good and would protect me.

When I was a young girl, the value and importance of a good quality education were instilled in me as a stepping stone for a wonderful future.

When I was a young girl, I went to an Episcopalian Church with my parents, both because it was a family tradition and also, because I believed in God and practiced the Ten Commandants — LOVE ONE ANOTHER. It seemed simple.

When I was a young girl, I was taught respect my elders. I was taught that politicians were elected officials who served US. My father, a successful businessman would often say “Remember: No taxation without representation.” He knew that of which he spoke, because when he retired, a former partner of his and himself formed a political consulting firm. He instilled me that it was a patriotic…