What Does Americanism Mean To Me?
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to share with you the inspirational message of a perceptive eighth grader, Tess Spinola, winner of the Disabled American Veterans Auxiliary (DAVA) annual State Essay Contest. The contest, which began in 1948, was…
Mr. Speaker, I rise today to share with you the inspirational message of a perceptive eighth grader, Tess Spinola, winner of the Disabled American Veterans Auxiliary (DAVA) annual State Essay Contest. The contest, which began in 1948, was held throughout the East Bay Area of San Francisco. This year's question was ``What does Americanism mean to me?'' Tess attends St. Joseph's Elementary School in Alameda, CA in my district.
Founded on March 5, 1947, the Oakland Unit (#7) Auxiliary of DAVA brought together wives, sisters, daughters and mothers of those injured or disabled during wartime. The group of women decided at that time to dedicate their efforts to give back to the nation in a variety of ways. They work with local youth to bring more of America's young people to community service. Not all their work is purely organization, of course. DAVA created 100 baby quilts and gave them to nearby Highland Hospital, along with hand-made wheelchair bags and lap ropes for veterans. A few women in the Oakland Unit put on a party for people with Alzheimer's disease; others chair an Olympics for those with disabilities. In the words of Eva Mae Perakis, past state commander, ``Our main purpose is to stimulate patriotism in the country and bring joy and awareness to the community.''
Ms. Perakis described the essay contest as ``overwhelmingly heart- warming.'' She said she receives letters from students who said it enriched their young lives to study and learn about veterans. ``They realize they didn't really appreciate those freedoms they took for granted,'' she noted. Ms. Perakis also noted that the essays have ``touched a few adult hearts as well.''
``The contest causes our children to think and investigate inside themselves,'' Ms. Perakis said. ``It's good for their minds. We're just trying to make our young students aware of what freedom really means. We hope they get that awareness as they write.'' Mr. Speaker, we all know that our children represent the future, and that someday they will be running this great country of ours. But, their impact frequently comes much before their maturation to
adulthood. As any parent can tell you, today's youth has a knack for giving us adults a few important lessons. Tess Spinola's essay does just that.
What Does Americanism Mean To Me?
(By Tess Spinola)
Americanism is such a powerful word with so many meanings.
It is the equivalent of struggles, worries, doubts and fears,
that all led, eventually, to astounding triumphs that define
who we are, and the country we live in. It is the feeling of
freedom as we lay our hands over our hearts and pledge to the
flag; a flag that symbolizes the blood, sweat, and tears of
Americans in the past, present and future; it is the pride
and patriotism that only an American can truly understand.
Most importantly, Americanism means something different
for each of us.
Americanism means Victory to me; it means the success in
the quest for independence by the Colonist in the
Revolutionary War, symbolizing that America and its citizens
are people that will fight to the end, and will prevail in
the darkest of situations. Americanism, to me, also means
Freedom. It is the heart and passion of the Northern states
in the Civil War, fighting for four years for the freedom of
their African American brothers and sisters. It means Unity
to me, because when joined together as one, we are
unstoppable. More recently, and for the first time,
Americanism means Compassion for me. It is the New York fire
fighters, encased in the ash, smoke, fire and despair, as the
Trade Centers were minutes from crumbling to the ground. It
is the moments that they climbed up those smoky stairs,
risking their lives just for the hope that they could save
the life of another. It is the way that Americans have shaken
off the September 11th attacks and helped each other
recuperate; turning defeat into a lesson we will learn from
and grow because of for the rest of our lives. Americanism is
a word and a meaning shared throughout our country, by
everyone, yet it is also something very personal for me.
When I walk into my Catholic Church, and I am able to take
Communion, and have a relationship with God in my own way, I
know what Americanism means. When I leave the Basilica that
day, and go to friend's house that is a Jew, or a Baptist, or
one that has no religion at all, I know what Americanism
means. When I am allowed to enjoy the Diversity surrounding
me everywhere I go, and love all people I meet as my equal,
Americanism has its most profound meaning for me. To be an
American is to be a person of God, accepting, acknowledging,
respecting and loving all people. It is what we have fought
through, what we have strived for, what we are still fighting
for in many ways, and what we have the chance to live
everyday of our lives.
Yet, Americanism, like anything, also means Change and
Growth. Not only do we acknowledge that we need to change and
grow in many ways, but we strive toward it everyday of our
lives. We look forward to once again realizing our faults,
defeating them, and growing because of them. Americanism is
not represented for me through the war we may be going into
with Iraq; in fact the war is America turning its back on
everything we stand for. But it does mean to me the hundreds
of people lining up to protest the war in San Francisco.
These people know what Americanism means; freedom and right
to protest, which is something that seems like such a basic
right, but in reality, was fought for and earned by our
founding fathers. These people are living out what we have
fought for throughout our country's entire history, and when
I see them on the front page newspaper, I know why I am proud
to be an American.
In short, Americanism means Victory, Freedom, Unity,
Compassion, Diversity, Change, and Growth. It is the triumph
and the pride in the tears that run down the cheeks of
America's citizens as they hold their hands to their hearts
and ponder for what seems like the first time, every time,
the meaning of their National Anthem. It is alive in each and
every one of us, and we must strive to be a real American
everyday; the sum of what we have fought for, and what we
have learned. As I watch people of all races, nationalities,
religions and histories live together as equals, as I gaze at
our flag, waving in the cool air of a young sunny day, as I
observe the sparks of fireworks on the Fourth of July,
bursting triumphantly and fluttering back to the ground in a
glowing sparkle, I know what Americanism means to me. What
does it mean to you?