Any time Americans become afraid, especially of change or of things that they don’t understand, we keep running back to “God.”
Inevitably it is the Christian god, always the Protestant Christian God.
Particularly the most virulently ugly version possible, the one most resembling the primitive hill god of the Old Testament with his taste for blood, murder, slaughter, vengeance and abasement. A god of invaders and thieves, of people who had to justify their usurpation of the good lands their neighbors owned.
This is not a coincidence.
Americans need to be careful who we invoke because it says more about us than we think.
Happy Fourth of July.