The spiritual home of our rulers is New England- where ever they may happen to live. Our laws come from Harvard and Yale. Our theology comes from Boston. But more than this, it is the quaint countryside of the region that inspires their souls. Gentle green mountains, broken up by green meadows and small farmsteads, with modest white clapboard houses, and little towns with modest white clapboard churches. Pretty, humble, orderly, and restrained.
But what else? The cities are small and contain liberal arts colleges and universities. The countryside has small farms and increasingly, vacation homes and recreational sites. Science? No, nowhere to be found. Industry? New England had some textile and shoe factories for a while, but those are long gone. Commerce? Hardly any.
You have to go south and west to New York state before you find any serious activity that isn’t based on some version of the religion of New England. The Puritans settled this area in the mid-1600’s, and then for 200 years- nothing. The New England of Robert Frost is authentic up the early 2oth century. It is a land of hardscrabble farmers, just above a subsistence level with a little bit left to sell in town.
All the scientific, industrial, commercial, cultural, and agricultural accomplishments of the nation occurred elsewhere.