I don’t know, after thinking about the terrorist acts we have witnessed this week tonight,
I am not sure if maybe I am an idiot, maybe I am a lunatic, a racist, naïve, or just a plain bastard. But I’ll tell you what I do know for sure though.
In the 1890’s my dad’s great grandfather Saul lived in Russia with his 8 brothers and sisters on a grand estate. Saul’s family were all physicians and professors in a university and they were wealthy. They had butlers and maids and servants of all kinds. Life was good for them. Until one day when the Czar decided he wanted all the Jews out of the country…
Most of Saul’s family was murdered, raped, tortured, their estates burned to the ground, their valuables looted. Saul and his brother Joseph were the only two who made it out alive as they slept in haystacks during the day and scurried towards the west under the cover of night. Finally, with every ruble they had left in the world, they purchased two one way tickets in steerage aboard a boat that was headed to NYC. And off they went.
When they landed in NY (Ellis Island I presume) they were welcomed into this country with open arms. Neither of them spoke English and these two great scholars of medicine had to find work as taxidermists. Eventually, after a few years, they met some Polish Jews in NYC and married two Polish Jewesses. Life was tough in the early years, the two couples lived in a 3 room tenement building for over a decade and saved every nickel they ever made.
In time, they had enough money to open a furrier. And in time they would have many children and this furrier business would grow and prosper and make them wealthy beyond their dreams. In fact, several of my 3rd and 4th cousins own one of the largest furriers in NYC, started way back in 1909.
Sauls son, my grandfather was a pious man, a peaceful man. He was fortunate to have the time to study Torah and was quite the Talmudic scholar. But when war broke out in Europe and when war was declared on the United States by Japan, my family and this man felt compelled to enlist in the US Army. My grandfather realized what America had done for his family and he was appreciative. There was no way he was going to allow another country to hurt America. He went in as a lieutenant and one of the first missions he completed was storming a beach head at Normandy. With God smiling upon him, he managed not to die although he was injured seriously. He took a bullet to the back from a Gerry MG while he was pulling an injured man out of the line of fire. He never quite recovered 100% from these injuries. He finished a distinguished military career as a lieutenant colonel and died in 1963 from diseases related to his injuries back in Normandy. I have never met my grandfather, having been born in 1969.
So what does all this have to do with me? America gave my family a chance back in the 1890’s. They were not persecuted because they worshipped the Sabbath on Saturday, did not believe in Jesus’ divinity and dressed ‘a little funny". They were allowed to become citizens – full and equal to every other American whether native born or immigrant. With hard and honest work, they were able to establish a business and see it thrive, They were give the opportunity to provide a better life, for themselves and for future generations. My grandfather, a devout Jew, ultimately sacrificed his life for this country (we have a letter signed by JFK commending my grandfather for his sacrifice for America) because he believed in what America stands for.
Tomorrow, I can go out and shave my head bald, or dye my hair green, tattoo my body entirely and pierce whatever and wherever I want. I can study art, language, science, astrology or underwater basket weaving. I can remain a Jew, convert to Christianity or Islam or better still, devise my own religion and have the government of the United States formally recognize it as such. I can earn a PhD in Astrophysics and end up working as a garbage man if that is what I want to do. I can buy any house, car or motorcycle I can afford (and perhaps some I can’t). I can declare I am a heterosexual, bisexual, homosexual, or transsexual. I can listen to rap music, opera, country western, heavy metal, gospel or klezmer music. I can see a movie – from hard core, triple XXX BSDM movies to animated Disney cartoons, to documentaries, to comedies. I can go and eat Mexican food, Italian food, Thai food, Chinese food, Japanese food, German food, or get a Big Mac at McDonald’s. If I want to, I can smoke a pack of Lucky’s, drink a gallon of MD20/20 and wake up with a vicious hang over. I can get married and have no children or my very own Brady Bunch. I can go to the gym and work out anyway I see fit. But best of all, whatever I know I want to do tomorrow, I know I can do in America and perhaps even better than that, I’ll most likely be able to do the things I don’t even know I want to do yet at some time.
No other country in the world affords me these luxuries and I am keenly aware they are luxuries and keenly aware I am truly blessed among people to be fortunate enough to live in America.
America might not always do what is the most egalitarian thing when dealing with the rest of the world. And maybe us Yankees really are just a bunch of dumb, slightly overweight cowboys who should stick to our side of the globe and mind our own business.
But someone crashed two jets into our World Trade Center and then smashed another one into our Pentagon. A fourth would have done more damage to us if not for some courageous souls who sacrificed their lives so that other would live. This was done on our soil. And someone who might have been out doing one of the many things I mentioned I could do at my will undoubtedly died doing this thing tragically and it could have just as easily have been me as it was the next guy.
This may sound selfish, but I am not going to be the next guy, the next unwitting victim in a skyskraper or on an airplane. No, rather, I am going to do whatever I can to fuck these spineless, jealous, apes but good and permanently, those who attacked our country and our way of life. I am forever grateful to America for all it has done for my family, starting in 1895 with Saul and Joseph to yours truly, for all the opportunities, luxuries and liberties.
And anything that remotely threatens America is my enemy. And I must make every attempt to stamp this threat out of existence. Because I owe America this. For the next generation of “Sauls and Josephs” to emigrate here under pain of death to start a better life in this promised land. And if that means that some innocents suffer from collateral damage than I am truly sorry but no less solid in my resolve to attack and defend America from her enemies. And if that makes me a bigot, a racist or just a pigheaded asshole, then so be it. And if everyone else in the world scoffs at me and
calls me an “idiot American”, it is a badge
I will wear with honor. Because I know
what America really means and I love this
country despite any pejorative labels
others put on it or me. -
Brock