Since it seems everyone on the planet has been, or is, weighing in on the current state of the country, I’m going to resist boring you with mine. I know, I know - given my admitted lack of discipline at times in recent years, that may come across as a bit of a shock. Trust me when I tell you there is a whole lot I want to say about what’s crushing America but you’ve likely already heard the same from dozens of people in dozens of ways. Reading it again in your local paper may compare to hearing the sound of nails on a chalkboard and, unless you don’t already know, I care far too much for you to put you through that.
What I am eager to share though has to do with the America I think most citizens have either forgotten or can no longer find. With an obsessed, spineless national media flailing about with nothing but sinister intentions, I don’t blame anyone for losing sight of the America I grew up loving. It is obvious to me that, of all the expressions of anger I’ve heard, rarely is the real source of America’s problems mentioned. That is, the national media. With what feels like not a single care for honest, ethical reporting, the collective national media in America is, in my view, actively trying to destroy America. There was a time when that would be unthinkable. Then came the time when media bias was strategically hidden so as to confuse an electorate still convinced that what they were hearing, watching and reading was the truth. Today, it’s rather obvious that biases filled with motives designed to turn the country into something it was never intended to be are blatant and raw and clear … and those perpetrating it on the American people couldn’t care less.
I refuse to believe that the America I grew up in is anything close to what we see on TV, on pages of once revered newspapers or hear wafting through radio waves coast to coast. Frankly, I must refuse to believe if for no other reason than to inhibit the capacity for the ever-present hope I have for my kids and their future to be stolen. Enabling by accepting that which continues to trigger the violence and discontent devouring the country today, not to mention the deep divide that only seems to be growing deeper, would leave little room for the time and energy it takes to keep the real America alive in my life. Maybe you know that America. It’s the one built on Christian principles by men and women who had far greater sense and intuition than those who now, with a complicit media in tow, are attempting to disassemble and destroy this extraordinary place.
The America I was born into was designed to be strong, dynamic, God-fearing, and rich. Not rich as it relates to wealth per se but rich in values, respect, and honor. While I don’t write for the purpose of obtaining likes or a bunch of responses necessarily, it may be of interest to you to know that a recent columne, one about the rodeo world, went viral. From the Dakotas to Florida and California to North Carolina, readers weighed in on how true the world of rodeo is and how well those in it represent the America being overshadowed today. Even now, three weeks or so later, I’m still responding to people who simply want to tell me how much they agree and how badly they want that America back. Such response has inspired me in ways no other collective response to any column I’ve written has.
The same sort of column could, and likely will, be written of the brave men and women in the military, in farming and agriculture, and of those who work diligently in providing the world’s greatest health care to people who desperately need it. So goes for schoolteachers, volunteers, those who tend to the elderly, and who generously give of their money and time to save innocent, vulnerable animals.
I vividly remember the America that allowed for family dinner at the kitchen, that consisted of Sunday school and church every Sunday, that was filled with kids who wanted to be outside and who used their imaginations to discover the endless streams of possibilities awaiting them. I recall sports that were about respectful competition, when being a public servant had far less to do with politics and much more to do with actually serving people. I hold dear the days when classrooms were filled with students eager to learn, who showed genuine respect for those teaching them, and whose lives weren’t controlled by a hand-held device. I refuse to give up on the notion that a community newspaper can thrive in this country by being the honest, open, hardworking source of information its readers rely on, and I will never stop believing that America is at her best when God sits in the center of the town square.
The America portrayed today by a media obsessed with motives absent of honor and decency is not the country God ordained to be the most giving, most compassionate, and most respected in all the world. As such, we can neither embrace the former nor ever give up on the latter.
For that is the America I know … and love.
Scott Brooks is the Publisher of the Waxahachie Sun and may be reached at 972-316-7712 or email@example.com.