The US is a strange place to say the least of it and one that some people no doubt tire of hearing about. It has inflicted itself on the world to such a degree that it can't not be acknowledged and for all the wrong reasons. To live in it is perhaps stranger still. To be part and parcel to the vivid grayness of its character. It is simultaneously a place of light and color, and a place of shadows and darkness, and the two feed each other like a stage light in the darkness feeds the wandering image of the actor on the stage, who, in their bumbling bemusement, seems almost comically lost and yet is full of sinister intent; seems almost incomprehensibly full of spirit and yet stares at the shapes in the mirror; seems capable of greatness, of potential, and yet so often destroys.
The soul of the US, if it can be said to have a soul despite its pitiable wretchedness, is surely that of a traveling salesperson, an actor, a charlatan. From its first steps, it tells those taking their first steps in it, it fought for freedom, liberty, and other such heady concepts of existential decree that conjure an image of fortitute and virtue. In practice, its first steps murdered children. From there, it grows so bloody and vicious as to rise upon the world stage on the backs of a towering skyscraper of slaves, a power who can remake its own image with the sounds and smells of merry-go-rounds and cotton candy.
What freedom can be found in the US of A for the unmentionable huddled masses yearning to freely roam their own lands again? What freedom can be found for the slaves? What freedom can be found for the diaspora who are used as tools to sharpen the ever-hungry blades of empire?
Even for the so-called citizenry, the so-called "white", how free are they, really? What liberty is there in choosing which mask to put on today? Will it be a mask to hide a disability? A mask to hide political views? A mask to get hired or to try not to get fired? Or perhaps it will be one mask layered upon another mask, so that even if some people get through, there's no danger of others ever seeing the real you. The real you, for the colonizer, is a terrifying thing to behold.
When the dark shapes are chased away by the flood of light and the monster is made clear, it can't be denied any longer. This is how I was raised, this is what they call a society, and if I fight it, I may die, a lot more quickly than if I don't. But still, they don't care about me. I'm dead either way if there's no we involved.
So the guilt takes hold. The monster must be hidden away. Turn the lights off, put more makeup on, and never remove the mask. The mask is synonymous with safety. But god help them if they tell me to wear one, I have a right to do what I want! If there's one godforsaken thing I'll have in this world, it's that, when I have nothing else guaranteed.
The human right to be annoying. The human right to snarl and growl and sneer, as well as the human right to simper and smirk and joust. It's medieval, really, mid evil, the romanticized kind, not the kind where knights got PTSD and died. Romance layers over it all like frosting over charred bread. You can taste the ash in your mouth, but you try to hide it behind the sugar.
If you get heart trouble, that's a you problem. This nation wasn't built for suckers, though one of them is surely born a minute, according to it. It wasn't built for people who suck, though it drains everyone else dry that it can get its aging mouth on.
And in this morass, along comes a man who has the carnival air. He's bombastic, his hair is fair, and he's not afraid to say it how he wants to say it. A huckster if ever there was one, but an oddly honest one, and therein lies the pain. The light won't go off now. The switch is broken and every time you walk past the mirror, you can see the monster there. Only it's remarkably human. It has no slavering fangs or slashing claws; no hairy body or lashing tail. It has a disposition that is, at times, smiley and at others times, depressed. It dreams of a better world while creating a worse one. It accuses others of abusing while siphoning every resource it can for its own ends.
It is the United States state of mind. And may the world breathe again when it finally comes to an end.
Authors Note: I had intended to write this as more of an analysis of the "showmanship" characteristics of the US, but it started flowing as using showy language to make the point, so I rolled with it.
Good, I'm not either. What makes you think I am? Seriously, what exactly?
So what exactly are you trying to promote as point of view here? In contrast to what? As a contrast to "individuals aren't responsible for anything"? Cause nobody said that. As scientists of dialectical materialism, however, it is important to acknowledge the heavy ways in what material conditions influence people. If you refuse to acknowledge that and instead just insist on moralizing all day, what you get is a church, not a vanguard. You can enjoy the ivory tower feeling of being part of a church if you want. There are plenty to join and many that offer a pre-made feeling of superiority, so long as you adhere to their tenets. But few have any relationship to political power and the ones that do are heavily pragmatic, not just preaching.