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OH, SAY CAN’T YOU SEE? by Brittany Wallace A Thesis Submitted to the Faculty of The Wilkes Honors College in Partial Fulfillment of the Requirements for the Degree of Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts and Sciences with a Concentration in Writing Wilkes Honors College of Florida Atlantic University Jupiter, Florida May 2018 i OH, SAY CAN’T YOU SEE? by Brittany Wallace This thesis was prepared under the direction of the candidate’s thesis advisor, Professor Rachel Luria, and has been approved by the members of her/his supervisory committee. It was submitted to the faculty of The Honors College and was accepted in partial fulfillment of the requirements for the degree of Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts and Sciences. SUPERVISORY COMMITTEE: ___________________________ Professor Rachel Luria ___________________________ Dr. Gavin Sourgen ___________________________ Dean Ellen Goldey, Wilkes Honors College ___________ Date ii ABSTRACT Author: Brittany Wallace Title: Oh, Say Can’t You See? Institution: Wilkes Honors College of Florida Atlantic University Thesis Advisor: Professor Rachel Luria Degree: Bachelor of Arts in Liberal Arts and Sciences Concentration: Writing Year: 2018 The United States of America has long prided itself on its values of freedom and justice, but recent movements have pushed back against the notion that all are equal and free under the U.S. flag. Disenfranchised Americans across the country are advocating for everything from racial justice and immigrant rights, to white supremacy and isolationism. These calls for change, no matter their Rightness or Wrongness, call into question the true ideals of the land of the free and the home of the brave. Oh, Say Can’t You See? is a collection of nonfiction essays that examine what it means to be American through discussion of themes such as gender inequality, gun violence, immigration, and other salient issues. iii Acknowledgements First and foremost, I must thank one special person, someone who inspired in me a strong motivation to interrogate my feelings toward my country and its supposed values: Donald J. Trump. Thank you for being the perfect catalyst to jumpstart my undergraduate thesis and for being the best part of any late-night talk show. I thank Professor Rachel Luria for her never-ending patience with my neuroses— Will I ever actually finish this thesis? Is it going to be any good? Oh god, I’m breaking out in stress hives. Her guidance and support have been invaluable throughout the writing process. I thank Dr. Gavin Sourgen for his second readership, and for agreeing to read this thesis while moving to and settling back into London with two children under the age of four. Finally, I thank Dr. Harrawood, or Michael, as he prefers. I am forever grateful for his knowledge, friendship, and encouragement. Without him, I’m not sure where I would be today. I thank the strongest members of my support system—my parents and my grandmother—for their love and encouragement. They have been, since day one, my biggest fans, my best friends, and my most resolute allies. There aren’t enough words in any language to express my gratitude for them. I thank my boyfriend, Sean, for being my sounding board, my confidant, and my best friend. He listened to my anger-fueled rants on any given topic and helped me turn those garbled thoughts into cogent ideas. He held me while I cried during a midnight shift iv at work because I was so scared I couldn’t get this thesis done, and he celebrated with me when I finally did get it done. I thank my friends, those near and those far, who offered advice, topic ideas, and snacks when I needed them most. I especially thank Yari Batista for titling this collection during an impromptu brainstorming session. Finally, I thank my fellow Americans. I thank those who were born here, who were brought here, who sought refuge here, and who immigrated here. I thank those who work hard, whether it be professionally or personally, to make their lives—our lives— better. I thank those who smile at strangers, who hold open doors, who give compliments to passersby just because. I thank those who, amidst the fire and fury of the modern political climate, make me feel a little bit better about the world we are building together. v Table of Contents Foreword.…………………………………………………………………..……..1 A Letter to the Daughter I Might Never Have…..…………………………..…....5 I Came in 350 Pieces…………………………………………………….………13 One Nation, Under Gun……………………………………………..……….….14 I’m Here for the Ladies………………………………………………………….28 This Is What Democracy Looks Like…….............………………………….….35 Afterword………………………………………………………………………..43 Bibliography……………………………………………………………………..45 vi Foreword On the night of November 8, 2016, I sat, crossed-legged and fixated on the television, on my roommate’s bed. My 9-week-old puppy was curled in my lap, unaware that U.S. history was about to be made. I had hoped it would be made by a woman, but as has been a centuries-old theme in the United States, the woman was trumped—quite literally—by a domineering, self-serving man. The following day was somber, quiet, still; I attended Dr. Kevin Lanning’s political psychology class discussion, which was at once mournful, heartening, and reflective. We talked about what might have gone wrong, and we talked about what could have been done to prevent those things. Mostly, we listened: to Dr. Lanning, to each other, to ourselves, in this moment of sharp disappointment. That discussion, and the countless others I had with friends and family moving forward, inspired this collection. I was motivated in part by the monstrosity that was the 2016 presidential election—the attacks by Donald Trump on people with disabilities and people of color, the largely dismissive response to said candidate’s problematic glorification of sexual assault, the voracious appetite for some form of misguided revenge against historically disadvantaged people—but also by my newfound fear of what was (and is) to come. I, like many others, worry that our country is in shambles, and not for the reasons Trump spouted as part of his platform. Our country is in shambles because of the fear that fueled Trump’s campaign and ultimate election. I do not know these fears; I have never had to worry about someone “taking my job” or being a worker of a bygone industry, struggling to make ends meet. I am a white female born to an upper middle-class family, with both parents contributing to the 1 household. I have lived a privileged life, so I have not lived these experiences of fear. But I have lived the experience of being a girl—now woman—in this country. I have lived the experience of worrying for my friends who immigrated here when they were children, who are now fearful of their status in America. I have also lived the experience of encountering incredibly kind and selfless people of all walks of life. I have lived the experience of helping a dear family friend study for her citizenship test, a test she took after more than thirty years of living in the United States. I have lived the experience of knowing that there are good and honest and hardworking people in this country who deserve a fighting chance no matter their race, their gender, their sexuality, or any other socially constructed barrier that might hinder their pursuit of happiness. I have lived these things, and in writing this collection, I have been able to reflect more deeply on how I feel about the issues we face today. Fair warning: There are things you’ll read in the following pages that may make your blood boil because you don’t agree with me (or because you do). Some things may make you sad; many, many things in this collection make me sad, too. That was the hardest part about writing these essays, but it was also what made writing them worthwhile. I came face to face with my country and all its pestilent wounds—both those it created and those it sustained—and I came face to face with how simultaneously ashamed and grateful I am to call myself an American. There are a few things I ask of you now that you have committed to reading on. First, do not mistake me as someone who knows everything, or even thinks she knows everything. I am no historian, and I am no expert researcher, so I do not pretend to have 2 any answers to the questions that prompted these essays. I also do not want you to take anything you read here as fact—unless, of course, it is fact; after all, what would any cogent opinion be without facts? But I do want you to read what follows as a sort of call to action. This collection is my attempt at tackling some of America’s greatest issues: sexism, gun violence, immigration, and a few more. There are things I chose not to include, either because of a lack of experience or knowledge in their particular realms, or because it is simply impossible to give justice to every issue America faces in ten volumes, much less one. I also ask for forgiveness in advance should I misspeak or misrepresent someone or something. I strive to be the kind of writer who is thorough and honest, but it is also a human’s job to muck it up every now and again, and, last time I checked, I am human. In these essays, I try to avoid generalizations, and I try to avoid making statements about intersectional ties with which I have no experience. But the truth is that I have opinions, and I have implicit biases whose specifics I’m unaware of, and I can’t know everything about a given subject.