Amma, Anu, and me at Riverpark Apartments in Columbus, Ohio (where I grew up)
The America I love feels like it’s slipping away. I used to look up to America. In a world where people got taken from their homes, tortured and imprisoned – there was America. In a world where nations spit on each other and cast out their own citizens – there was America. For someone international and confused like me, that was a place I could call home. America was a place of sanity and calm in a turbulent world.
Today it is the center of the storm. Now America has Guantanamo and Abu Gharib. Now ‘liberal’ and ‘French’ are insults, and keeping gays out is something to rally around. Like Israel, America has responded to a threat with nationalism and fear of the other. I am international, and I will always be an other. Am I American anymore? This is the slow acidic drip of cynicism, and I think it’s giving me an ulcer.