Will The Real Uncle Sam, Please Stand Up?

What has become of common sense? What has become of our long history of co-operation, friendship, trust? I know relations have been strained, not only now, but also in the past. Perhaps Thomas Paine’s 18th book, Common Sense, should be made required reading by 21st century citizens. Today, I attribute much of the tension, growing mistrust and outright dislike of everything American to the fear-mongering and nation-bashing being generated by the mainstream media in both countries. Here in Canada, I see the media taking every opportunity, and then some, to paint the U.S. as the world’s most heinous bully, exploiter and war monger. Personally I don’t see it that way. Which country in the world is always first with disaster relief, emergency food supplies, medical help, assistance with education and the list goes on. Is it Russia, Iran, Saudi Arabia? No. It’s always the U.S. In spite of what Americans might hear from our media and theirs, our politicians and theirs, our enemies and theirs, the majority of Canadians continue to cherish the ties of blood, history and geography that binds us so closely together. As a Canadian, my roots are anchored deep in U.S soil. Sometime back in the 1850s my paternal great-grandparents sought refuge across the border from a pitiless depression that was tearing at the soul of Québec. They crossed into the State of New York then made their way west settling to work in the iron mines of Northern Michigan. There, my grandmother was born in 1877, before the family was once again uprooted and traveled north into Ontario in the 1890s. To this day, I have family spread across the Border States. They live in Ohio, Illinois, New York and Maine. I can also trace them south into Connecticut, New Hampshire and Massachusetts. If I dig back far enough, I can follow their footsteps into the bayou country of Louisiana. The Houles, Houdes, Rouxs and others. All blood relatives to me. All Americans. As a kid growing up in the mosquito infested bushland of Northern Ontario, the U.S.A. was never really far away, at least in mind if not geographically. Just about everyone I grew up with wanted to go the States for one reason or another. And some did go there to live and work. We admired the States. Our fathers, uncles and cousins drove American cars like Chevies and Fords and Chryslers. We kids rode American bikes and we read American comic books. Captain America, Superman, Little Lulu. Just about every kid in Canada had some or all of them stashed away in their bedrooms. To us the States could be counted on in wartime. Every kid knew who the marines were. We could always expect the most exciting western movies with cowboys and Indians, the Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers and Hopalong Cassidy. It also brought us Elvis, Buddy Holly and greasy hairdos. And who wasn’t a Rebel Without a Cause in the 50s? But it also introduced us to concepts of freedom and justice and civil society in the 60s, even if some of it later proved to be somewhat skewed. But then, what do kids know about such things? In the not too distant past, I traveled extensively in the States. Crossing the border from Canada was like entering the home of a favourite aunt without the formality of first knocking on the door and being made welcome. In the aftermath of 9/11, however, something has changed and it is difficult to pinpoint what exactly that might be. Perhaps a weariness is seeping into the American psyche. Could it be Americans have had enough of being demonized and taken for granted? Or is it possible an entire nation, like an individual, takes only so much abuse before picking up their marbles and going home? more: http://canadafreepress.com/index.php/article/734

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