The love of country is a natural extension of the love of the particular — of specific landscapes, languages, foods, and stories that are the texture of a life. But it becomes toxic when the particular is elevated to the universal, when love of one's people becomes contempt for others, when loyalty is purchased at the price of honest reckoning with what the nation has done in its own name. Juana's colonial context made clear that patriotism and justice are not the same thing, and that the examined version of national love must be capacious enough to include its own difficult history.
Each step builds on the last.