Monday, April 12, 2010
I am incensed at the co-opting of that historic name, that patriotic demand. That tea was thrown overboard for the right to have a government. Taxes are what makes it possible to “establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, and promote the general welfare.”
Are my taxes used in ways I sometimes regret? Definitely. (One word: Iraq.) In a democracy it doesn’t go your way all the time. But that’s why I vote. A pothole on my street was repaired the other day and the new playground around the corner has become a thriving neighborhood gathering spot. I have benefited from having a public education and from living among predominantly literate fellow citizens. I have benefited from national parks, food safety regulations, armed forces. I wish arts funding were less threatened and I wish library branches weren’t being closed, but I’m hoping that some of my tax dollars will support those things I feel are important.
I will be writing out a tax check that is bigger than I’d like. But paying my share feels only right. It’s my ticket of admission, my membership dues.