It’s July 4, 2010, a day when most Americans get together with family and friends for a barbecue. Millions of Americans watch fireworks shows, and listen to patriotic music. It’s one day when all of us can openly celebrate what it means to be an American. I’d like to challenge you to take a few minutes to read the documents that established this country: The Declaration of Independence, The Constitution, and The Bill of Rights. Please take time to reflect (and talk about) what these manuscripts mean to you.

In September, 1954, my parents sold their Mom ‘n Pop grocery store in Northeast Portland. They purchased a brand new charcoal and salmon Chevrolet, with the intention of driving around the United States to visit my mother’s family and to reconnect with Navy friends from World War II. I had just started attending third grade at Kennedy School. My mother promised my teacher and the principal that they would make this trip a living history lesson, and she assured them that I would study my math book.

Mom and Dad delivered on their promise. We stopped at every historical marker along the way, as we traveled through the northern states: Idaho, Montana, South Dakota (to see Mt. Rushmore), Wisconsin, Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, and Ohio, on our way to the East Coast. U.S. history came alive for me, because my parents explained the significance of everything we saw. As long as I live, I will never forget the thrill of walking through Independence Hall, where our visionary forefathers fought over every word as they created the foundation of our country. I touched the crack of the Liberty Bell. Yes, the metal was cold, and the fall weather was crispy, but it was the thrill of touching a symbol of freedom that gave me goosebumps. How many other fingers had also touched the same spot I was touching?

Inside Independence Hall, my father lifted me up, so I could see the Declaration of Independence as he read it. He was a naturalized citizen, born in Saskatoon, Saskatchewan. My mother was a first-generation American, whose parents had immigrated from Portugal at the turn of the century. Often, I’ve wondered how they felt when they saw the Statue of Liberty. They understood the importance of being proud Americans; Thank God they took the time to help me understand, so I can continue their wonderful legacy.  In five months, we traveled over 25,000 miles through 27 states and Washington, D.C.  “America The Beautiful” is particularly significant, because I got to experience it firsthand, from sea to shining sea.

It hurts, and I get angry when I learn about any injustice in my homeland, especially when  individual freedom is affected by the greed of companies, other individuals, and organizations.   Ours is still a young country, by world standards. We are experiencing growing pains, similar to a pre-pubescent child who doesn’t understand all of the changes that are occurring. There is so much I can and should do to help our country, but there aren’t enough hours in the day to become thoroughly informed about all of the issues affecting the United States and the entire world.   I’m following my mother’s example:  To become active in one or two causes that mean a lot to me, and to work hard, so my efforts will have a positive impact on others.

Almost four years ago, I became aware of  the battle to protect the rights of Americans who chose to become interior designers.  Everyone in this country is granted the freedom to pursue happiness, which includes the right to follow a career path.  Until then, I had been lulled, like so many other interior designers, into believing what the American Society of Interior Designers and the National Council for Interior Design Qualification had been saying, i.e.,  “Legislation to regulate interior designers is inevitable, and it’s needed to establish minimum competency standards for the profession.”

After I studied two proposed bills that had been introduced,  I was taken back to the days that my father read the Declaration of Independence to me, and when I saw the Bill of Rights and the Constitution while we were in Washington, D.C.  “This isn’t right!” was all I could think.  With hundreds of hours of research completed in the subsequent years, I’m more committed than ever to end the injustice being imposed on interior designers all over the country.  I have learned that the proposed legislation not only hurts designers, it hurts everyone that designers work with professionally, including consumers.

Independence Day, 2010.  I renew my vow to fight unfair, unwarranted, unreasonable legislation.  Please join IDPC, so we can celebrate freedom together.

"Let Freedom Ring"