I read this piece this morning, and found tears streaming down my face.
For days now, I’ve tried to say pretty much what Chris Hedges is saying in this piece. I feel it. I was never a “rah-rah” Merican! But I have always loved the IDEA of America. It’s always been easier for me to admire what the Founding Fathers envisioned, wrote about, fought for on the battle field and with the pen. I’ve always been cynical (to varying degrees) about contemporary America. But in the last 10 years, even with all the traveling I’ve done here, and all the wonderful places and people I’ve met, there’s been a feeling of real decay and disease about this country since 9/11.
I remember where I was when we invaded Afghanistan. I was at the San Diego British Car Show. They announced it over the loud speakers. I looked at Maurizio, sat on the grass and choked tears. “This is the beginning of the end”, I thought and said-perhaps to no one.
I remember where I was when we invaded Iraq. I was with Sylvain and Joanie. Jo and I were very upset-we were arguing for days with Sylvain because he was for it. I remember Jo and I in her living room, whilst the news was on the TV, and we hugged and talked. And worried.
These were symptoms of a pernicious illness that took over our country. After all the things that has happened in the last 10 years, I just don’t see a good prognosis.
I’m still love my country-but more for the founding of it than for the present. But I haven’t been proud of it for a very, very long time. And that’s why I sit here today, with tears and the pain of a broken heart.