Crossing the threshold dividing two nations, one great, one not so, is truly a magical experience for the first time. Canada is a vast and large country, connected entirely by an antique two-lane highway and although the scenery is beautiful, the trip is quite arduous.
However, stopping in one of the many towns along the way to the border-crossing in British Columbia at Sumas (Kamloops, Merrit, Hope, Chilliwack, Abbotsford, and even Vancouver) one must pay very close attention to notice that you are, in fact, in Canada.
We are a country that takes great cause to celebrate and be patriotic amongst ourselves on the appropriate holidays, if only to find a solidarity with the rest of us that we are indeed a nation, as loose as the term allows. However, our flags remain folded and tucked away for the near entirety of the rest of the year. If one is looking for pride in our nation, the grocery store chain ‘superstore’ is the only place to find a Canadian flag flown year-round.
At most universities, our flag is small, and flown indiscriminately among many South-American and African countries’ flags; but crossing through the proverbial gates of heaven, the Stars and Stripes are seen on every fence post, over every door, in the rafters of small town grocery stores and on the welcome signs of boutiques and cafes of all styles in all places. The red white and blue isn’t hung begrudgingly, and it isn’t hidden among other nations’ flags.
It is flown with pride, and when one looks up and sees the majestic banner they are filled with a sense of community shared by all true Americans across the nation and throughout time.
No anthem is sung with as much fervour and unity as The Star Spangled Banner, whereas in Canada, our parliament wants to change the words from ‘in all thy sons command’ to ‘in all of us command.’
Where is the pride Americans have for their anthem and flag up in the North? It’s non-existent.
Being a Canadian, I understand why we hide our national identity. We have nothing to stand for, no momentous accomplishments to be proud of.
Canadians are destined to be the bridesmaid, never the bride, in international events. We’ve only sat on the UNSC 10 times, and our involvement in helping Western society is limited almost strictly to peacekeeping; we’re a country with no sense of identity because we have no achievement to unite under.
This past summer I traveled through Washington and Oregon looking for an escape and an idea of what it really means to have national pride. Safe to say, I chose the right country.
Despite the Kaepernick sympathizers I’m sure the PNW states have, the residents of Everett, Olympia, Cannon Beach, and the swaths of small towns located on the Highway 9 South with whom I spoke all shared a common ground: that America is a country founded and built by its people’s belief and pride in their nation.
Without that patriotic pride going forward, there will be no chance for America’s survival.
The views expressed in this article are the opinion of the author and do not necessarily reflect those of Lone Conservative staff.