Around forty years ago, a labor union targeted my father’s factory. My father felt betrayed both in general (he’d been a generous employer) and in specific (the organizer owed his citizenship to my father’s intercession). And then the Arab Oil Embargo began. My father fell into a terrible depression. His faith in the supremacy and inviolability of the American dream, his belief that Jews were safe from their implacable enemies, was shaken to its core. He recovered his equilibrium with the birth of his first grandchild. But his unbridled enthusiasm for America’s political system was gone. I like to think my father would see my passion for the Second Amendment as like-minded realism. But one thing I know for sure: I [continue to] share his opinion that the United States is the greatest nation on earth. I’m determined to do what I can to keep it that way. I will not have my children repeat history; to know what it’s like to live as a slave. Happy Independence Day.