The America I grew up in was seen as the shining light on a hill. We took pride in the inscription on the Statue of Liberty: “Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, the wretched refuse of your teeming shore. Send these, the homeless, tempest-tossed to me, I lift my lamp beside the golden door!” Instead of decimating our enemies after World War II, we helped them rebuild. Germany and Japan embraced freedom and prosperity and became two of [...]
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