Americans Aren’t Better Than Everyone Else, But Our Ideals Are

188374_10150136440405747_803215746_6646993_415462_nFirst, an apology. There have been things going on in my personal life that have seriously distracted me, and while that is really not an excuse, it will have to do as the reason that my content has not been as good as usual the last couple of weeks. Hopefully it will stabilize soon, and it will get better here.

We, as Americans often wonder at the reactions we engender from the rest of the world. Is it jealousy, envy, dislike, or hatred, and does it even matter what it is. But, typically we like to be liked, and wonder why when we aren’t. D.C McAllister over at The Federalist has an article up that explains it, and American Exceptionalism as well as any I’ve ever read. Enjoy.

In 1983, when I was 16 years old, I lived in Germany—it was West Germany then—as an American foreign exchange student. It was a politically tense time. Germans turned a critical and often suspicious eye toward America while President Ronald Reagan negotiated nuclear-arms reduction with the Soviets. The United States had deployed medium-range nuclear missiles to Germany in the Cold War and many Germans wanted them removed.

Reagan, however, wasn’t going to budge unless the Soviets agreed to reduce their armaments. It was a zero-zero arrangement, and the Soviets weren’t very cooperative. Many German youth took to the streets to protest American nuclear policy—protests fueled by nuclear fallout propaganda films and a general distrust of Reagan, who was rightly seen as an “America first” president. This was the environment I stepped into as a teenager from a conservative military town in the American South.

It wasn’t long before I got my first taste of anti-Americanism. I had just arrived in Frankfurt and was walking through the train station to head north to a small village near the Elbe river. The corridors were lined with young people, wearing grunge clothes covered in graffiti, their hair spiked and painted black. I walked awkwardly through them in my American jeans, tennis shoes, and plaid shirt, my hair in a ponytail, dragging my American Tourister luggage behind me.

As I waited to purchase my ticket, a man sauntered up to me, sucking on a crumply rolled cigarette and smelling like a wet ashtray. I turned to him and smiled, saying “Hi,” and trying to uphold the stereotype of the outgoing and friendly American. [read more]

via Americans Aren’t Better Than Everyone Else, But Our Ideals Are.

As i mentioned Thursday this week was the thirty-fifth anniversary of John Wayne’s death. Few actors have personified the American ideal of manhood better, and so let’s remember and enjoy one of his films, how about Big Jake this time.

 

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2 Responses to Americans Aren’t Better Than Everyone Else, But Our Ideals Are

  1. the unit says:

    You’re doing fine with your blog. No apology needed. Also “don’t look back, they may be gaining on you.”
    Whatever your personal issues…tomorrow is always a new dawning. Our glass is half full and a ways to go, let’s not pour it out.
    This is year 22nd year since my eldest son died at 19, I still look toward (not O’s forward) to the future.

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    • NEO says:

      Yep, Unit, it gettin’ better. It was just distracting for a few weeks. It was getting good enough that I went a built myself some problems, and let me tell you, there’s nothing I do better.

      Satchel was right, they’re is always someone gaining on us..

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