Many of you know, I am an ambivalent American. I am educated enough to see the apocalypse looming, but not powerful or skilled enough to do anything to stop it. I see myself perched on the edge of the precipice watching the decline of the American Empire and view my function little different from a biologist I met who devotes his life to assembling statistics dealing with frog species extinction, realizing that his purpose is to “memorialize the decline” of the earth’s ecosystem.
And when it all seems darkest, then comes American Thanksgiving, the Great American Feast Day, and I remember. I remember where we came from. I remember who we are. I remember our promise.
More to follow.