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Today, we eat hot dogs,beans, potato salad and watermelon but my tradition is to read aloud the Declaration of Independence. It used to cause Steve to roll his eyes, "oh Mom" maybe he still does from his soul at peace beyond this earth.
Today we celebrate our nation's history and acknowledge our freedom, a magnificent gift from our founding fathers. We will celebrate here on Michigan's peninsula, Mackinac City and watch fireworks over Lake Huron.
The following column written in 2000 by Jeff Jacoby for the Globe is worth saving and rereading at least once a year. It is mindful of one's responsibility as a citizen of our heritage or a time before responsibility became a dirty word. A time when we had pride in work and success. A time before people went on the dole, and we are not talking pineapples; a time when a government handout was temporary if at all, before the masses became lazy, willing to draw out unlimited unemployment, unwilling to work for a lower paying job, but willing to wallow. On our travels, we meet hard working people who move around following construction when necessary rather than sit and whine, or young families who live in motor homes and fifth wheels, while making a living. Those who are not envious of successful people, those who still know responsibility.
Our Founding Fathers Paid The Price For The USA
On July 2, 1776, the Continental Congress voted 12-0 -- New
York abstained -- in favor of Richard Henry Lee's resolution "that these
United Colonies are, and of right ought to be, free and independent
States."
On July 4, the Declaration of Independence drafted by Thomas
Jefferson -- heavily edited by Congress -- was adopted without dissent. On July
8, the Declaration was publicly proclaimed in Philadelphia. On July 15,
Congress learned that the New York Legislature had decided to endorse the
Declaration. On Aug. 2, a parchment copy was presented to the Congress for
signature. Most of the 56 men who put their name to the document did so that
day. And then?
We tend to forget that to sign the Declaration of
Independence was to commit an act of treason -- and the punishment for treason
was death. To publicly accuse George III of "repeated injuries and
usurpations," to announce that Americans were therefore "Absolved
from all Allegiance to the British Crown," was a move fraught with danger
-- so much so that the names of the signers were kept secret for six months. They were risking everything, and they knew it. That is the
meaning of the Declaration's soaring last sentence: "And for the support of this
Declaration, with a firm Reliance on the Protection of divine Providence, we
mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred
Honor."
Most of the signers survived the war; several went on to
illustrious careers.
Two of them became presidents of the United States, and
among the others were future vice presidents, senators, and governors. But not
all were so fortunate.
Nine of the 56 died during the Revolution, and never tasted
American independence.
Five were captured by the British.
Eighteen had their homes -- great estates, some of them -
looted or burnt by the enemy.
Some lost everything they owned.
Two were wounded in battle.
Two others were the fathers of sons killed or captured
during the war.
"Our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor."
It was not just a rhetorical flourish.
We all recognize John Hancock's signature, but who ever notices the
names beneath his? William Ellery, Thomas Nelson, Richard Stockton, Button
Gwinnett, Francis Lewis -- to most of us, these are names without meaning.
But each represents a real human being, some of whom paid
dearly "for the support of this Declaration" and American
independence.
Lewis Morris of New York, for example, must have known when
he signed the Declaration that he was signing away his fortune. Within weeks,
the British ravaged his estate, destroyed his vast woodlands, butchered his
cattle, and sent his family fleeing for their lives.
Another New Yorker, William Floyd, was also forced to flee
when the British plundered his property. He and his family lived as refugees
for seven years without income. The strain told on his wife; she died two years
before the war ended.
Carter Braxton of Virginia, an aristocratic planter who had
invested heavily in shipping, saw most of his vessels captured by the British
navy. His estates were largely ruined, and by the end of his life he was a
pauper.
The home of William Ellery, a Rhode Island delegate, was
burned to the ground during the occupation of Newport.
Thomas Heyward Jr., Edward Rutledge, and Arthur Middleton,
three members of the South Carolina delegation, all suffered the destruction or
vandalizing of their homes at the hands of enemy troops. All three were
captured when Charleston fell in 1780, and spent a year in a British prison.
Thomas Nelson Jr. of Virginia raised $2 million for the
patriots' cause on his own personal credit. The government never reimbursed
him, and repaying the loans wiped out his entire estate. During the battle of
Yorktown, his house, which had been seized by the British, was occupied by
General Cornwallis. Nelson quietly urged the gunners to fire on his own home.
They did so, destroying it. He was never again a man of wealth. He died
bankrupt and was buried in an unmarked grave.
Richard Stockton, a judge on New Jersey's supreme court, was
betrayed by loyalist neighbors. He was dragged from his bed and thrown in
prison, where he was brutally beaten and starved. His lands were devastated,
his horses stolen, his library burnt. He was freed in 1777, but his health had
so deteriorated that he died within five years. His family lived on charity for
the rest of their lives.
In the British assault on New York, Francis Lewis's home and
property were pillaged. His wife was captured and imprisoned; so harshly was
she treated that she died soon after her release. Lewis spent the remainder of
his days in relative poverty.
And then there was John Hart. The speaker of the New Jersey
Assembly, he was forced to flee in the winter of 1776, at the age of 65, from
his dying wife's bedside. While he hid in forests and caves, his home was
demolished, his fields and mill laid waste, and his 13 children put to flight.
When it was finally safe for him to return, he found his wife dead, his
children missing, and his property decimated. He never saw any of his family
again and died, a shattered man, in 1779.
The men who signed that piece of parchment in 1776 were the
elite of their colonies. They were men of means and social standing, but for
the sake of liberty, they pledged it all -- their lives, their fortunes, and
their sacred honor. We are in their debt to this day
