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To Understand ‘America,’ Understand the Americas

U.S. Independence Is a Story of the Entire Western Hemisphere

by Arturo Chang July 2, 2026 (zocalopublicsquare.org)

Since the 18th century, citizens and revolutionaries throughout the Western Hemisphere found inspiration in the U.S.—and vice versa, writes political scientist Arturo Chang. | Dedication of the Simon Bolivar statue in Central Park in New York City in 1921. Credit: Bain News Service photograph collection. Library of Congress

As the United States reaches the 250th anniversary of its independence, the nation is still debating what defines the “American” tradition. Are we characterized by a particular set of institutions? Are we characterized by national borders? And perhaps in the broadest sense, what identities, communities, and cultures comprise the category of “America”? These questions evade simple conclusions, but they are particularly important for situating our current, divisive political moment. One way to make sense of these questions is to turn to a hemispheric, more pluralized understanding of the publics, imaginations, and politics that were at stake in the early years of U.S. independence.

“America” is not a nation-state. Geographically, it encompasses the lands and peoples that extend from the Yukon to Patagonia. Ideologically, “America,” or what one might call the project of “American political thought,” offers a similarly capacious tradition. The shared politics, cultures, and identities of America and its publics are most apparent at the peak of hemispheric solidarity, during the so-called the Age of Revolutions (approximately 1770–1850). During this period, dozens of anti-colonial movements emerged to rebel against European rule, reject notions of American inferiority, and ultimately call for the establishment of their own political projects. At the same time, an astounding array of communities—Indigenous, Creole, Pardo, Mestizo, as well as enslaved and recently emancipated peoples—all self-identifying as Americans, together built a tradition that sought to live beyond the conditions of colonization.

The U.S. Declaration’s account of inalienable rights became a prominent example to follow for other American movements, with its ideas proliferating throughout the hemisphere by way of the press, political manifestos, and the first constitutions. For instance, the language of liberty and happiness framed Mexican Revolutionaries’ 1813 Constitution of Chilpancingo, which granted citizenship to all Americans (people born in the “new world”) or to non-Americans who aligned with the project of anti-colonial resistance. Similar language would also appear in the “Declarations” of the Republic of Texas (1813), Cartagena de Indias (1811), and the United Provinces of South America (1816). As such, anti-colonial revolution in the Americas evolved as a shared project of popular liberation that stretched from Boston to Buenos Aires.  

Shared sentiments associated with the Declaration, in turn, influenced the direction of 19th-century revolutionary U.S. politics. As historian Caitlin Fitz shows, many U.S. citizens understood themselves as part of the revolutionary efforts of their hemispheric “sister republics.” These connections manifested in songs, orations, poems, and plays like James Workman’s Liberty in Louisiana, which deployed comedy to simultaneously argue against Spanish rule in the region while celebrating the Louisiana Purchase of 1803. In the “borderlands” that today comprise Louisiana to California, in particular, national identities were not fully formed, and political rhetoric rarely operated within the constraints of state borders. This is reflected in the print activity of the region. Newspapers like El Misisipi (founded in New Orleans in 1808), for example, published in parallel Spanish and English columns to comment on events that cut across French, Spanish, and U.S. jurisdictions.

These points of exchange have been overlooked in favor of the simpler story of a nation-state that emerged and developed linearly and with little relation to parallel national projects. Nationalist histories are useful for retroactively concretizing the state as a perennial institution, but they do so at a cost. They evade the reality that cultural, social, and political practices and identities necessarily operated more freely. A more interesting history emerges when one takes seriously that early 19th-century nation-states were at best weak institutions with real concerns surrounding re-conquest. Americans throughout the hemisphere had a desperate need for regional allies and like-minded revolutionaries.


Take, for example, the little-known history of Mexican Texas. The first republic of Texas was founded in 1813 by Mexican citizen José Bernardo Gutiérrez de Lara. The militia which led to Texas independence—self-identified as the “Republicans of Nacogdoches”—received covert support from the James Madison administration, which hoped to expel colonial powers from the region, as well as direct aid from Caribbean and South American revolutionaries living in the U.S. who wanted to liberate their own communities. Gutiérrez de Lara traveled across the United States to recruit volunteers, meeting with prominent figures of the period such as future President James Monroe (secretary of state at the time), Louisiana Governor William C.C. Claiborne, and Cuban revolutionary José Álvarez de Toledo y Dubois.

The movement, however, was also driven by popular support among U.S. citizens who believed that the liberation of Mexico was directly important to the success of the Union. Regional newspapers celebrated Gutiérrez de Lara’s efforts. The Nashville Whig (1813), for example, encouraged U.S. Americans to “lend their aid” in liberating “another portion of the Western Hemisphere…from the bonds of European tyranny and oppression” and to help Mexico become “an empire among the nations of the earth.” As Fitz, the historian, shows, these appeals to mutual liberation would continue in the U.S. well into the 19th century. Celebratory gestures to Latin American revolutions would appear alongside 4th of July processions, parents named babies after Venezuelan Revolutionary Simón Bolívar, and the press published dedications to the to the patriots of Mexico and South-America.”

Telling the story of independence grew more complicated as the U.S. made a turn toward empire, placing its relationship with Latin American allies in precarious standing. Cuban intellectual José Martí, for example, reflected on the ideological tensions symbolized by the United States as he worked toward Cuban independence while living in New York City in 1886, when the Statue of Liberty was being assembled there. In Fiestas de la Estatua de la Libertad, Martí wrote, “It is terrible, liberty, to speak of you for someone who is deprived of you.” For Martí, the political celebrations posed a political paradox: New York bustled with interest in the monument that would personify the United States’ best impulses—the “noise of triumph at rest.” But U.S. Americans didn’t consider the ways their nation’s expansion into Latin America took liberty away from other Americans who, until very recently, had been fellow travelers in the hemispheric project. “Darkness does not come from a rainy day, nor the gray of October,” he wrote, addressing the statue, “but of the dust, shadowed in death, that your carriage picked up on the way.”   

It is perhaps unsurprising that, today, as the U.S. reflects on its history, themes such as revolution, empire, and “the people” remain at the center of the conversation—making returning to the hemispheric character of American emancipation all the more important. The semiquincentennial anniversary of the U.S. Declaration of Independence can help us think through all that undergirded North Americans’ break from colonial rule—rather than only considering the state that would eventually emerge. One way to begin is by recognizing that the “American tradition,” at its roots, operates far beyond the scope of the U.S. and its boundaries.

As historian David Armitage suggests, the Declaration was a genre-producing document that evolved alongside the public who saw themselves in it. That is, the Declaration—and its language of “equality” in “Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness” meant different things, to different people, both within the United States and across the world. Those people, and their communities, went on to transform this country’s young history. But Americans did not achieve those transformations through consensus; they were a result of conflict and contention. As celebrations of the 250th anniversary abound, it is worth deploying a broader story that embraces critique as a central catalyst of political change. One that opens possibilities for renewed understanding of the communities, cultures, and identities that make America.


Arturo Chang is assistant professor of political science at the University of Toronto. His research centers on popular movements, nation-building, racial and ethnic politics, and Indigenous politics. He is the author of A New World of Revolutions: Popular Imaginations and Movements Across the Americas.

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Let America Be America Again


A poet, novelist, fiction writer, and playwright, Langston Hughes is known for his insightful, colorful portrayals of black life in America from the twenties through the sixties and was important in shaping the artistic contributions of the Harlem Renaissance.

Langston Hughes

1901 – 1967

Let America be America again.
Let it be the dream it used to be.
Let it be the pioneer on the plain
Seeking a home where he himself is free.

(America never was America to me.)

Let America be the dream the dreamers dreamed—
Let it be that great strong land of love
Where never kings connive nor tyrants scheme
That any man be crushed by one above.

(It never was America to me.)

O, let my land be a land where Liberty
Is crowned with no false patriotic wreath,
But opportunity is real, and life is free,
Equality is in the air we breathe.

(There’s never been equality for me,
Nor freedom in this “homeland of the free.”)

Say, who are you that mumbles in the dark?
And who are you that draws your veil across the stars?

I am the poor white, fooled and pushed apart,
I am the Negro bearing slavery’s scars.
I am the red man driven from the land,
I am the immigrant clutching the hope I seek—
And finding only the same old stupid plan
Of dog eat dog, of mighty crush the weak.

I am the young man, full of strength and hope,
Tangled in that ancient endless chain
Of profit, power, gain, of grab the land!
Of grab the gold! Of grab the ways of satisfying need!
Of work the men! Of take the pay!
Of owning everything for one’s own greed!

I am the farmer, bondsman to the soil.
I am the worker sold to the machine.
I am the Negro, servant to you all.
I am the people, humble, hungry, mean—
Hungry yet today despite the dream.
Beaten yet today—O, Pioneers!
I am the man who never got ahead,
The poorest worker bartered through the years.

Yet I’m the one who dreamt our basic dream
In the Old World while still a serf of kings,
Who dreamt a dream so strong, so brave, so true,
That even yet its mighty daring sings
In every brick and stone, in every furrow turned
That’s made America the land it has become.
O, I’m the man who sailed those early seas
In search of what I meant to be my home—
For I’m the one who left dark Ireland’s shore,
And Poland’s plain, and England’s grassy lea,
And torn from Black Africa’s strand I came
To build a “homeland of the free.”

The free?

Who said the free? Not me?
Surely not me? The millions on relief today?
The millions shot down when we strike?
The millions who have nothing for our pay?
For all the dreams we’ve dreamed
And all the songs we’ve sung
And all the hopes we’ve held
And all the flags we’ve hung,
The millions who have nothing for our pay—
Except the dream that’s almost dead today.

O, let America be America again—
The land that never has been yet—
And yet must be—the land where every man is free.
The land that’s mine—the poor man’s, Indian’s, Negro’s, ME—
Who made America,
Whose sweat and blood, whose faith and pain,
Whose hand at the foundry, whose plow in the rain,
Must bring back our mighty dream again.

Sure, call me any ugly name you choose—
The steel of freedom does not stain.
From those who live like leeches on the people’s lives,
We must take back our land again,
America!

O, yes,
I say it plain,
America never was America to me,
And yet I swear this oath—
America will be!

Out of the rack and ruin of our gangster death,
The rape and rot of graft, and stealth, and lies,
We, the people, must redeem
The land, the mines, the plants, the rivers.
The mountains and the endless plain—
All, all the stretch of these great green states—
And make America again!

From The Collected Poems of Langston Hughes, published by Alfred A. Knopf, Inc. Copyright © 1994 the Estate of Langston Hughes. Used with permission.

Poem: “America”

By Allen Ginsberg

America

America I’ve given you all and now I’m nothing.
America two dollars and twentyseven cents January
        17, 1956.
I can’t stand my own mind.
America when will we end the human war?
Go **** yourself with your atom bomb.
I don’t feel good don’t bother me.
I won’t write my poem till I’m in my right mind.
America when will you be angelic?
When will you take off your clothes?
When will you look at yourself through the grave?
When will you be worthy of your million Trotskyites?
America why are your libraries full of tears?
America when will you send your eggs to India?
I’m sick of your insane demands.
When can I go into the supermarket and buy what I
        need with my good looks?
America after all it is you and I who are perfect not
        the next world.
Your machinery is too much for me.
You made me want to be a saint.
There must be some other way to settle this argument.
Burroughs is in Tangiers I don’t think he’ll come back
        it’s sinister.
Are you being sinister or is this some form of practical
        joke?
I’m trying to come to the point.
I refuse to give up my obsession.
America stop pushing I know what I’m doing.
America the plum blossoms are falling.
I haven’t read the newspapers for months, everyday
        somebody goes on trial for ******.
America I feel sentimental about the Wobblies.
America I used to be a communist when I was a kid
        I’m not sorry.
I smoke marijuana every chance I get.
I sit in my house for days on end and stare at the roses
        in the closet.
When I go to Chinatown I get drunk and never get laid.
My mind is made up there’s going to be trouble.
You should have seen me reading Marx.
My psychoanalyst thinks I’m perfectly right.
I won’t say the Lord’s Prayer.
I have mystical visions and cosmic vibrations.
America I still haven’t told you what you did to Uncle
        Max after he came over from Russia.

I’m addressing you.
Are you going to let your emotional life be run by
        Time Magazine?
I’m obsessed by Time Magazine.
I read it every week.
Its cover stares at me every time I slink past the corner
        candystore.
I read it in the basement of the Berkeley Public Library.
It’s always telling me about responsibility. Business-
        men are serious. Movie producers are serious.
        Everybody’s serious but me.
It occurs to me that I am America.
I am talking to myself again.

Asia is rising against me.
I haven’t got a chinaman’s chance.
I’d better consider my national resources.
My national resources consist of two joints of
        marijuana millions of genitals an unpublishable
        private literature that goes 1400 miles an hour
        and twenty-five-thousand mental institutions.
I say nothing about my prisons nor the millions of
        underprivileged who live in my flowerpots
        under the light of five hundred suns.
I have abolished the whorehouses of France, Tangiers
        is the next to go.
My ambition is to be President despite the fact that
        I’m a Catholic.
America how can I write a holy litany in your silly
        mood?
I will continue like Henry Ford my strophes are as
        individual as his automobiles more so they’re
        all different sexes.
America I will sell you strophes $2500 apiece $500
        down on your old strophe
America free Tom Mooney
America save the Spanish Loyalists
America Sacco & Vanzetti must not die
America I am the Scottsboro boys.
America when I was seven momma took me to Com-
        munist Cell meetings they sold us garbanzos a
        handful per ticket a ticket costs a nickel and the
        speeches were free everybody was angelic and
        sentimental about the workers it was all so sin-
        cere you have no idea what a good thing the
        party was in 1835 Scott Nearing was a grand
        old man a real mensch Mother Bloor made me
        cry I once saw Israel Amter plain. Everybody
        must have been a spy.
America you don’t really want to go to war.
America it’s them bad Russians.
Them Russians them Russians and them Chinamen.
        And them Russians.
The Russia wants to eat us alive. The Russia’s power
        mad. She wants to take our cars from out our
        garages.
Her wants to grab Chicago. Her needs a Red Readers’
        Digest. Her wants our auto plants in Siberia.
        Him big bureaucracy running our fillingsta-
        tions.
That no good. Ugh. Him make Indians learn read.
        Him need ******* *******. Hah. Her make us
        all work sixteen hours a day. Help.
America this is quite serious.
America this is the impression I get from looking in
        the television set.
America is this correct?
I’d better get right down to the job.
It’s true I don’t want to join the Army or turn lathes
        in precision parts factories, I’m nearsighted and
        psychopathic anyway.
America I’m putting my queer shoulder to the wheel.

                                Berkeley, January 17, 1956