There is a scene in the movie Dr. Zhivago in which they are being relocated by rail. Chained in the corner of the box car is a young man. He berates the others for what they are passively allowing to happen. “I am the only free man on this train,” he cries, shaking his chains.
The others pay no attention. Such are we the American people, riding along in silence until the land of the free will exist only in the song.