A friend of mine (yes, I do have a few
) sent me this article today, I think under the circumstances of some of the posts under this thread you may want to get a better feel for how most Americans feel:
We rarely get a chance to see another country's editorial about us, the
USA. When you think the US isn't thought well of all over the world,
read this
excerpt from a Romanian Newspaper.
~An Ode to America~
Why are Americans so united? They would not resemble one another even
if
you painted them all one color! They speak all the languages of the
world
and form an astonishing mixture of civilizations. Some of them are
nearly extinct, others are incompatible with one another, and in
matters
of religious beliefs, not even God can count how many there are.
Still, the American tragedy turned three hundred million people into a
hand put on the heart. Nobody rushed to accuse the White House, the
army, and the secret services that they are only a bunch of losers.
Nobody rushed to empty their bank accounts. Nobody rushed out onto
the
streets nearby to gape about. The Americans volunteered to donate blood
and to give a helping hand. After the first moments of panic, they
raised their flag over the smoking ruins, putting on T-shirts, caps and
ties in the colors of the national flag. They placed flags on
buildings
and cars as if in every place and on every car a government official or
the president was passing. On every occasion they started singing
their
traditional song: "God Bless America!"
Silent as a rock, I watched the charity concert broadcast on Saturday
once, twice, three times, on different TV channels. There was Clint
Eastwood, Willy Nelson, Robert de Niro, Julia Roberts, (Mohammmed Ali)
Cassius Clay, Jack Nicholson, Bruce Springsteen, Sylvester Stallone,
James Wood, and many others whom no film or producers could ever bring
together. The American's spirit of solidarity turned them into a
choir. Actually, choir is not the word. What you could hear was the
heavy artillery of the American soul.
What neither George W. Bush, nor Bill Clinton, nor Colin Powell could
say without facing the risk of stumbling over words and sounds, was
being heard in a great and unmistakable way through this charity
concert. I don't know how it happened that all this obsessive singing
of America didn't sound croaky, nationalist, or ostentatious! It made
you green with envy because you weren't able to sing for your country
without running the risk of being considered chauvinist, ridiculous, or
suspected of who-knows-what ulterior motive.
>
I watched the live broadcast and rerun after rerun for hours listening
to the story of the guy who went down one hundred floors with a woman
in
a wheelchair without knowing who she was, or of the California hockey
player, who gave his life fighting with the terrorists and prevented
the
plane from hitting a target that could have killed other hundreds or
thousands of people.
>
> How on earth were they able to respond united as one human being?
Imperceptibly, with every word and musical note, the memory of some
turned into a modern myth of tragic heroes. And with every phone call,
millions and millions of dollars were put in a collection aimed at
rewarding not a man or a family, but a spirit, which no money can buy.
>
> What on earth can unite the Americans in such a way? Their land?
Their galloping history? Their economic power? Money? I tried for
hours to find an answer, humming songs and murmuring phrases with the
risk of sounding commonplace.
>
I thought things over, but I reached only one conclusion.
>
Only freedom can work such miracles!
With that being said, let's put this thread to rest and get on with diving issues.