One of my first memories of going to the movies as a little boy was my sister taking me to the local theater at the end of World War II for Saturday afternoon cartoons and this short played of a bunch of kids of all different races fighting in an alley in New York City and Frank Sinatra came in, broke up the brawl and started singing this song.
It stuck with me in a way that still is at the heart of my political consciousness, proving how simple and unsophisticated I am.
I’ve put it up because I love it still (though the Paul Robeson version might be even better) and in hopes others will comment on what America means to them.
My belief is we can’t get anywhere together unless we can talk about our basic principles and define what we mean by our words so we can begin to understand each other. Then, maybe just maybe, we’ll we agree on more things than we disagree on.
So listen to Sinatra and speak your mind.