Firstly, a disclaimer: the following letter reflects some pretty strong opinions of the U.S. of A., and is likely to ruffle more than a few feathers. I would (probably) never ask my readers not to comment, and I’m certainly not doing so now, but in this case I’ll only say that I’ll refrain from replying to any comments – I’ll have had my say in the words that follow. And if you’re not in the mood for politics or…ahem…a good rant, may as well give this one a miss. Thanks as always for reading me.
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Dear Mr. President,
It is now seven years since I left the United States of America with the express intention of passing the remainder of my life as the resident of Somewhere Else. In the space of this letter, I will make two generalizations about my fellow U.S. American citizens, and the first is this: we all have complicated relationships with our nation. I am no different. I do not hate the United States; on the contrary, I in fact love it so deeply, I could no longer go on living in it.
My existential disappointments in this life have been many. Like more and more of us, I struggle to contend with my humanity in the face of human behavior. I struggle to find a reasonable balance in the never-ending battle of human Good versus Evil, in which Good is too often suffocated by the unbearable weight of hatred, cruelty and greed. The paradox of the United States is almost overwhelming in this respect. It is at once the acme of the European lust for conquest – arguably among the purest examples of Evil the world has yet seen – and the promise for which every last sentient human being who wakes up in the morning does so: Hope.