Escape from America
By Linh Dinh
January 25, 2015 "ICH"
- Lin Yutang wrote, “What is
patriotism but the love of the food one ate
as a child?” Born in Fujian, Lin also lived
in the U.S., France, Germany, Singapore,
Hong Kong and Taiwan, where he’s buried.
Whatever attachment Lin had to his childhood
stews, fish balls, snails, clams and tofu,
it didn’t prevent this remarkable author and
inventor of the first Chinese typewriter
from globetrotting to improve his mind then,
finally, to save his own ass, as his favored
Kuomintang got routed by bad-assed Mao.
Should I stay or should I go? Ambrose Bierce
glibly defined an immigrant as “an
unenlightened person who thinks one country
better than another,” but between any two
things, types of coffee, meat loafs, races,
there is always a value judgment, so one
thing is always better or worse than
another, though the verdict is never
unanimous, for some people are even fond of
ingesting egesta, or watching television
nonstop, even to the point of leaving it on
through the entire night as they sleep, so
they can hear it in their dreams, I suppose.
My friend T.J. does this. To each his own,
then, but since leaving one’s country is
never an easy step, logistically or
psychologically, let’s examine the reasons
for such a radical departure.
Turning his back on all he has known, and
his very identity even, an emigrant is
fleeing from his inadequate or insufferable
government. If hightailing from a war, he’s
trying to save his own skin since the state
can no longer protect him. At other times,
he’s escaping the state itself, for it has
become his overt nemesis.
Since Americans have never experienced a Pol
Pot, Stalin or Hitler, they can be terribly
dismissive of other people’s historical
trauma, so on the left, you still have naifs
evoking Communism, of the dictatorship of
the proletariat variety, as an ideal, while
on the right, you have buffoons who mislabel
crony capitalism as communism. Some dream of
an American reich. Far from objecting to an
overbearing state, they only quibble about
its objectives, and nearly all have come to
accept endless war as a natural American
condition, and it is, quite frankly, for
when was the last time the U.S. wasn’t
fighting or occupying an alien population?
I’d say never, but don’t listen to me.
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Guantanamo!
A totalitarian state is one that can do any
damn thing it feels like to you, without you
having any recourse to fight back, short of
being suicided by cops, and since the U.S.A.
can now arrest, torture or kill anyone
without due process, and it has, aplenty, it
qualifies as such a monstrously criminal
state notwithstanding the fact that all
appears reasonably normal, sane and
civilized, for now. If the law allows, say,
a husband to shoot his wife at any moment,
then that society has entered into hell even
before the first woman has had her brains
blown out.
Another clue to the state’s totalitarian
pivot is its heavy emphasis on travel
restrictions, such as the secretive and
illegal no-fly list, its perverted airport
groping of infants and centenarians alike,
its absurd and arbitrary ban on everything
from baby formula to clam sauce, such as
happened to me, seriously. Even with the
image of spaghetti on the label, the TSA
Einstein thought it was a beverage. He
actually suggested I drink it.
Like any attacker, a terrorist is liable to
hit you where you ain’t heavily guarded, so
there’s no reason why he should consider
airports when there is an infinity of other
targets, and the more random, the more
terror generated, for nowhere would be safe.
In any case, the only terrorists we should
fear are the ones who are recruited and
coached or, at the very least, sanctioned by
our sinister FBI or CIA. Since it’s no
secret our government casually and
habitually massacres, should we be surprised
that it also butchers innocent Americans?
Far from being victims of terrorism, the
United States is the world’s leading
generator of it.
The primary aim of our transportation
security regiment, then, is not to thwart
terrorists but to drum into your head that
traveling is not a right but a privilege
granted by the benevolent state, and if you
don’t grovel all the time, everywhere, and
not just at airports or train stations, this
special dispensation can be abruptly
withdrawn.
Chewing on Kim Kardashian’s pumped up
derriere and Tom Brady’s deflated balls,
most Americans ignore all alarming signs of
their nation’s descent into madness, though
some have already made the decision to jump
ship. Recently, I posed some basic questions
to a handful of Americans living overseas,
and their candid answers have been eye
opening.
Explaining his reason for leaving,
Dave, a 38-year-old living in South
Korea, confides, “Initially, it was a desire
to be able to make a decent living, and an
interest in experiencing life in other parts
of the world. More recently, I have been
thinking about collective guilt in the
context of Washington’s foreign policy
atrocities. The U.S. government’s support
for Ukrainian Nazis and their genocidal
campaign against ethnic Russians makes me
think that at some point causing suffering
will be the last remaining function of the
U.S. government.” What a succinct
indictment, and the more desperate this
government becomes, the more it will
massacre, for it’s no longer competent at
anything else. With native grumbling
exploding into active rebellion, blood baths
will also splatter across the Homeland.
Writing from San Luis Potosí, Mexico,
Danielle Covarrubias states that she
“always knew that the US was a sick
society,” and “I remember the day in 5th
grade (Westlake School for Girls--bubble
within a bubble) when I read in the history
book about Manifest Destiny. I was outraged!
What? Who said? With what right?” Born in
California to a Mexican father and white
mother, Covarrubias “never, ever felt like
an American or said ‘we’ about the US.”
Covarrubias even felt more at home in
Greece, where she lived and worked for many
years, “I made wonderful, dear friends
there. Actually, the time I felt most
foreign was when I was invited to some
middle-Americans’ house for Thanksgiving in
LA. They were nice people, but I felt sooooo
foreign there. I actually feel really
strange around groups of white people,
although I’m half white, look white […] I
definitely feel that I don’t belong in that
society; they’re just so...different.”
You can be entirely white and feel more at
home, or at least more human, in Mexico.
Fifty-seven-year-old
Brent writes, “People in Mexico are much
friendlier than most people in the US.”
There, he’s “able to form nice friendships
with people I never could have met in the
US, both Mexicans and people from the US.”
Also, “Families here are kind of like
communes, good fortune is shared with less
fortunate members. There are good and bad
aspects of that, but outright destitution
seems fairly rare.”
Several other respondents also point out
this easier access to other folks. Writing
from Damak, Nepal,
Son Ha Dinh observes, “I get to meet and
talk to people daily and spontaneously
wherever I travel whereas in the States you
have to make plan, arrange meeting, confirm
time and location etc...Just extra layers we
add to our lives that are really
unnecessary.” Having moved from Cambridge to
Istanbul,
Mark and Jolee Zola share that “Turks
(along with the country’s minority
residents) are very warm, welcoming people.”
Intending to stay for just a year, this
retired couple have remained in Turkey for
nearly seven, and it’s their home now.
They’ve learnt the language. Considering
that Istanbul is not cheap, its human
attraction must be considerable to retain
the Zolas.
Having lived in Hanoi for 5 ½ years, San
Francisco transplant
Jacob Evans relays, “Vietnam in
particular is a very human place. People eat
on the floor in rooms facing the street with
their doors open. When a neighbor dies,
black flags are hung outside and a tent is
erected where funeral music is played all
day and night. The grieving family are
wrapped in white cloth and even later they
wear black badges to let everyone know about
this status. The Viets are constantly
looking after one another. A regular
greeting is, hi, did you eat yet? I go to
the markets and see every part of an animal
used. Sidewalks are transformed into
eateries, places to drink and gossip. Time
is marked by the consumption of rituals. I
am constantly full of awe and wonder.”
Arriving, Jacob knew just two Vietnamese
phrases, “I don’t have any money” and “fuck
your mother.” He has enough Vietnamese now
for basic interactions.
Obviously, the longer one stays, the more
complex or paradoxical any place becomes.
Returning to Saigon as an adult, I had to
relearn my birthplace, and this is what I
said during a 2000 interview, “I think one
of the misconceptions I had was that people
related to each other better here. All
superficial observations, I mean you can see
how people live here: they live in close
quarters and the neighbors know each other,
they have time to talk, the conversation can
drag on for three hours, so I thought people
had more patience with each other, they
liked each other better, sense of family,
sense of community, all that shit. But I was
also a little skeptical. I didn’t believe it
fully. In the States, I didn’t know my
neighbors. I hardly knew anyone. I had to go
to the bar. I knew my friends at the bar but
the people around me I didn’t know. But
here, you see people chatting and talking.
But after living here a while, I can see
that people aren’t quite that social. They
might talk, but there’s a lot of animosity,
there’s a lot of mistrust, there’s a lot of
underhandedness, you know.” Attempting to
explain, I continued, “Maybe [it’s] just
human nature, maybe people are like that
anyway, they just happen to be physically
close to each other, but not psychologically
close to each other. One thing I’ve noticed
is that haggling is a very bad custom.
You’re always trying to get over the next
person. You’re always haggling. In the
States, you’re not worried about being
cheated when you go to the supermarket, but
here you’re always worrying about being
ripped off when you buy anything. So this
mind game that’s being played, haggling,
haggling, corrupts people. But on the other
hand, there’s a conversation.” Had I stayed
longer than my 2 ½ years, my observations
would evolve further, no doubt, for even
with a spouse or, hell, with yourself to
your own consciousness, a mask can crack
over decades or peel off suddenly, with
another mask underneath. Further, just as
Atlanta is not Boston, Saigon is not
anything like Hanoi.
Moving from sojourner to permanent resident,
the immigrant gains gravity and roots, and
this is what 47-year-old
Joe has done by marrying an English
woman and having two kids. Ferdinand Celine
wrote, “When you stay too long in the same
place, things and people go to pot on you,
they rot and start stinking for your special
benefit.” It has taken but four years in
Great Yarmouth for Joe to sour on England,
“i came here with the insane, very stupid
idea that i could win over the whole damn
town. wrong! and a waste of time and effort.
the english will be the english. and they
ain't impressed. and god they hate americans.
am i a fanatic? yes! but many americans,
bless them, loved me! the english love
nothing.” And, “i try to make the most of
things, so i do make some effort with these
gormless, mean little dullards.” In Dickens’
David Copperfield, Peggoty gushes that Great
Yarmouth is the ‘finest place in the
universe,’ and having visited it often
during my 9-month-stay in East Anglia, I’m
very fond of this tacky seaside resort with
its 14th century, anti-pirate wall, but of
course I’ve never had to live there, least
of all permanently.
Sometimes, though, your host community will
simply reject you. Dave, “South Korean
society does not really allow foreigners to
become assimilated.” Dave’s social isolation
became so agonizing, he turned alcoholic and
finally had a psychological breakdown.
Recovered, Dave stayed on in South Korea,
for he appreciated “how easy and simple life
can be,” and his being there “at least
partially compensate for wasted years and
decades spent in the United States.” It’s
quite remarkable, this testimony about one’s
native land, the self-trumpeted greatest
nation on earth.
Dave, “It was refreshing, and a little
intimidating, to be in a place where what
might pass for average or even below average
intellectual capabilities might generally be
regarded as brilliant in the U.S. That is
also true for West Africa, where it is no
big deal to speak three, four, or even five
(mostly unrelated) foreign languages -- and
that is for regular people, not academics
who specialize in linguistics. The sort of
nationalistic chauvinism sometimes found in
the U.S. – ‘We're #1!’ is not warranted.”
We’re too self-absorbed and self-infatuated
to know that we’re ignorant. Living on a
near continent-sized country, and the sick,
dark heart of a bombastic empire at that, we
see the rest of the world as ridiculous
parodies of ourselves, at best. As we’re
flung, one by one, from this mirthless
roller coaster, however, each of us will
come to a new understanding. Our skills and
industry are not needed here. Like me,
you’ve become a superfluous beggar.
As the criminal state expands, the little
people are reduced to squashable ants.
Brent, “In the US it’s hard to get any
respect, even self-respect, unless you are
economically successful. People tend to
blame themselves for their failures more so
than in many places, and often lose self
respect as a consequence. When people lose
self respect it causes all sorts of
problems, and the media makes it worse with
their constant idolatry of the rich, famous,
and powerful, who are often just mediocre
people with a flair for self publicity or
making money. Just because somebody can make
a lot of money doesn’t make them a good
person or even intelligent, but that’s how
the media portrays them. The Protestant
Ethic always equated success with closeness
to God, but until fairly recently there were
a lot of nooks and crannies in the economy
and the country where you could live quietly
apart from the hustling and just have some
tiny little business and live a quiet life.
Those places are getting harder to find.
Corporatism is out to monetize everything
and everybody.”
Exasperated, Joe raves, “america, turn off
your fucking tv’s, you are manipulated in
ways you can’t imagine. give the indians
their land back, fight the evil
anglo-american government, take your kids
out of school, re-start the sexual
revolution, keep looking to the future (america’s
greatest strength and uniqueness, this
looking forward to a better world), but
create the radical, beautiful society that
you can and must create! […] i have no hope
for america or the world (well, i do, but
it’s not the place for that long
conversation here). america is too big, for
one. It’s now a police/military state.
etcetera.”
With some of the world’s highest rates of
divorce, teen pregnancy and children born
out of wedlock, I’d say the sexual
revolution is still (hard) on here, so
though the concept of free love arouses me
as much as the next guy, I’ve learnt to keep
my loins in perspective, as has Joe, by the
way, since he’s an upright husband and
father. As for the United States being some
kind of Utopian project, our opulence and
license are a direct result of our unmatched
belligerence and rapaciousness. Our open
roads are paved over corpses.
As for our egalitarianism, it’s as
superficial as this Andy Warhol observation,
“What’s great about this country is that
America started the tradition where the
richest consumers buy essentially the same
things as the poorest. You can be watching
TV and see Coca-Cola, and you know that the
President drinks Coke, Liz Taylor drinks
Coke, and just think, you can drink Coke,
too.” In spite of our jivey bonhomie among
classes, this society is as stratified as
any.
This country was built with slave,
indentured servant, coolie and sweat shop
labor, and after Africans were freed, new,
much more powerful black slaves were found
in the form of oil. Much of what passes for
progress is no more than this petroleum
bonanza, but sure, why not, the state will
take all the credit for improving your life!
We sucked and we sucked, all over the world,
not just here, and after the easy sucking
was done, we tried sucking in deeper water
or even sideways, into rocks. Our sucking
days winding down, we will rediscover hard
limits, even social ones, to our lives. As
the world’s most indebted nation, we’re
essentially the poorest, but thanks to our
big guns pointing in all directions, we
haven’t had to pay up, and don’t intend to.
The rest of humanity, though, won’t let his
farce continue much longer. Already
intellectually and morally bankrupt, we will
also be destitute in the most naked sense.
During the next phase of our sexual
revolution, a record number of us will be
selling our nether parts. To chew and
swallow, we will suck from Wall Street to
China.
In this permanent war, all-seeing, robo cop
state, hundreds of thousands of citizens are
already internal refugees shivering in
tents, under bridges and on sidewalks.
Millions more have emigrated, with more to
come in the turbulent years ahead. As for
the rest of us, we’ll have to endure the
worst of this rogue government in situ. We
will die in this dying nation.
Linh Dinh's
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