How to love America | COMMENTARY

I love America, but the love has changed. I started out with the child version: America is the greatest and most powerful country on earth.

That emotion doesn’t generally survive into adulthood, especially in times like these. That kind of patriotism tends to play down shameful truths. It tends to bloat into touchy and overweening pride.


These days it’s hard to be blithely confident in the core American creed we used to be so proud about — e pluribus unum. Out of many one. We don’t seem like “one” today if you look at the facts.

This general disillusion with e pluribus unum has caused many people to give up on patriotism altogether. On the right, people who often call themselves patriots are actually nationalists, a chauvinism that is an entirely different emotion. Nationalists believe that America is bitterly divided between themselves and internal enemies who betray it. Nationalists base their loyalty not on our common creed but on common clan, in which you’re either in or out.


To a much smaller degree, the disillusion with e pluribus unum has caused some on the left to also conclude that America is permanently divided between oppressor groups and oppressed groups. To them, Joe Biden’s insistent call to unity seems naïve.

The problem is that if you abandon shared patriotism, you have severed the bonds of civic life. We talk about how people have grown more passionate about their partisan identities. Maybe the problem is people have grown less passionate about a shared American identity.

And yet, like you perhaps, I still regard myself as an extremely patriotic person. Which is why I so admired Yale political philosopher Steven B. Smith’s book “Reclaiming Patriotism in an Age of Extremes.” It explained my emotion to me.

The concept that opened the door for me is the idea that American patriotism is both rational and emotional, irrational.

It draws from a cerebral root. We’re a people of texts. We tend to study and restudy just a few key texts, including the Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, the Gettysburg Address and Letter from a Birmingham Jail. These texts contain ideas we assent to, but also ideals that warm our hearts.

The core cluster of American ideals would certainly include equality, inclusion, self-government, and aspiration, the idea that to be an American involves climbing upward to something. We also have this unusual assumption that America is not just a plot of land but also a project. We don’t just live here. We have goals.

We seek to express American ideals, and when we do, it turns out we don’t agree! This conflict takes place not only in marches but also in school boards, in the humdrum daily acts of civic participation. Wartime heroism is not the high-water mark of American patriotism. Writing a dissenting comment about this column is.


This kind of patriotism “is the first virtue of social institutions.” It’s what keeps everything together and functioning. It is the decline of this loyalty that has tended to make our institutions falter.

Out of this activity, a certain sort of emotional state arises. As we argue over something, we develop an empathy for it, a level of care. We develop a steady loyalty and a gratitude for how it has made us certain sorts of people.

Sometimes caring for America brings moral shame. As Sen. Cory Booker has remarked, “If America hasn’t broken your heart, then you don’t love her enough.”

But this a very resilient, strong yet unflamboyant form of national love. This kind of love Mr. Smith argues is best conveyed by the Yiddish term mishpocheh. It means family but more than family, but also extended relations and people from the same place:

Somehow, they are just of us, and we of them.


Feed your eyes on your city until love of her fills your heart, Pericles commanded in his famous funeral oration. He was speaking in wartime when national unity was forged by foreign threat. We, on the other hand, are living in a time of domestic strife when our love has to be powerful, patient, merciful, forgiving.

Mr. Smith ends the book with one of my favorite Bruce Springsteen lyrics:

This train carries saints and sinners,

this train carries losers and winners,

this train carries whores and gamblers,

this train carries lost souls,


I said, this train dreams will not be thwarted,

this train faith will be rewarded.

David Brooks is a columnist for The New York Times.