My fellow citizens,
Today, America turns two hundred and fifty years old.
Two hundred and fifty years is a long time for a republic to endure. Long enough to survive wars, depressions, scandals, assassinations, social upheaval, and countless predictions of its demise. Long enough to reveal both the nobility and the flaws of those who built it and those who inherited it.
We often speak of America as though it were a thing—a flag, a government, a map drawn in ink.
It is none of those things.
America is an agreement.
An agreement that no citizen stands above the law.
An agreement that power belongs to the people.
An agreement that liberty is worth protecting, even when doing so is inconvenient.
An agreement that our differences are to be settled with ballots instead of bullets, debate instead of violence, reason instead of fear.
That agreement has been tested many times.
It is being tested still.
Yet every generation has faced moments when the future seemed uncertain. Every generation has been tempted by anger, division, and despair. Every generation has wondered whether the republic could withstand the storms gathering around it.
And every generation has been called to answer the same question:
What will you do with the inheritance you have received?
Will you leave it weaker than you found it?
Or stronger?
Will you retreat into cynicism?
Or choose citizenship?
Will you surrender to outrage?
Or commit yourself to understanding?
The founders gave us a beginning.
They did not give us an ending.
The ending remains unwritten.
It is written every day by teachers and farmers, mechanics and nurses, soldiers and librarians, parents and volunteers, business owners and public servants. It is written by people who show up, do the work, tell the truth, and care for their communities even when no one is watching.
That is how republics survive.
Not through perfection.
Through perseverance.
Not through blind loyalty.
Through honest devotion to the principles that make self-government possible.
As the fireworks rise tomorrow and the sky fills with light, remember that freedom is not found in the explosion.
It is found in the quiet decision to be a good citizen.
To stay informed.
To stay engaged.
To care about your neighbor’s rights as fiercely as your own.
To leave behind more justice than you inherited.
To build more opportunity than you received.
To create more hope than fear.
That is the work of liberty.
That is the duty of citizenship.
And that is the promise of America.
Happy Independence Day, my friends.
May we be worthy of the next two hundred and fifty years.
I remain, in expectation,
Prudence C. Wilder
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