Just as in Seattle when the clouds part and you can see Mt Rainier, Vancouver is pretty when you can see the mountains. Keep your eyes in the clouds and every place is nice. In other words, this is a nice place to visit, but . . .
SD: go to Chicago, St Paul, even Milwaukee—someplace else where you'll be more comfortable.
Take my advise: get away from your family hoopdidoops and get a chance to live your own life. You'll be able to separate your experience from your surroundings and figure out what it is that isn't working. I'd suggest San Francisco, but you have to be a millionaire to live there any longer.
Or try Europe, or Australia. Very likely, if you're like me, with some distance you'll start to appreciate the good things about the US once you're away from all the bad stuff. Baseball. Jazz. Soul music. Even (gasp!) some aspects of Southern culture. One of the best afternoons I spent here in Vancouver was with a gay black male from New Orleans (post-Katrina) where we talked for hours about the hypocrisy of both the American and Canadian governments—that is, when we weren't arguing about who was the better jazz or gospel singer, from our respective points of view (or whether Roberto Clemente or Hank Aaron was the bettter ballplayer).
I listen to some good early Ray Charles and it all doesn't matter. Or some mid-career Ella Fitzgerald or Frank Sinatra. Pain is pain, Joy is joy. I made my life in the arts, which transcend everything. Hitler and people like him may have attempted to suppress some of the most profound artistic expressions known to us, but they endure and we see, hear and feel them. Walk away from a performance of Mahler or Bach and tell me you felt nothing.
These things go back from before our ancestors and their oppressors were born. At the same time, most the things we find the most moving are born of the same genre of struggle as people are facing now. My ex-husband was a "freedom-fighter" (though a certain governments allied with the US probably still classify him as a terrorist), and through him I learned the power that art, literature and music have to motivate people—especially when they don't dwell on the differences, but on the potential to unite people on devotion to higher causes.
My point in all these posts is that it is the stupid, tiny things that bring us all down into that place where we hurt one another. Obviously, as a communist, I'm going to blame the Capitalist machine, but essentially it all has to do with "what is mine and how do I keep others from encroaching on it"? On the West Coast the factions wear different masks and use different names than those on the East Coast, those in the South or those in the Midwest.
Yet we all get up in the morning, we all look out at the same sky (which is miserably grey here in Vancouver most of the time, hence our native pessmism) and we all make our decisions about how we feel about where we are and how we feel about our lives as we get out of bed and begin our days.
Even with the most conscious effort it is difficult at times to look beyond what is in your immediate vicinity, or what you see on some flat screen in front of you. Most of us are so busy keeping body and soul together to look much further beyond that, or to do our own research. We're tired.
The nice thing is that we can look beyond this to the rare occasion when we meet someone with whom we can communicate without a lot of explanation, or someone who has been through what we have. We can start to understand that, in spite of all the negativity that the media feeds us (and that we displace on other people in our surroundings) there are people who share similar hopes and aspirations for the populace in general; and when we raise our eyes above the stupid petty differences we see that we have much more in common than we had realised.
Some of the friends I lost in the AIDS holocaust in the 90s had been members of religious communities—both Catholic and Anglican—before they decided to realise themselves as gay members of society. Sadly enough, as soon as they had done so, both the religious communities that had formed their identities since puberty and their families had nothing further to do with them, even when they were dying. Yet there were religious and social communities in San Francisco that were ready to receive them, and they formed their own "families of choice" based on real emotional ties that were totally divorced from biological determinism.
btw, sadly enough, I see little evidence of the potential for that here in Vancouver, despite the liberal laws—and I've done some work for AIDS charities here (and I have friends who may be in a position eventually to make use of those services), so I've some idea of what the situation is here. Talk about stepping back 20 years or so. Even Mississippi probably makes better provisions for people with HIV than the GVRD, but I digress . . .
I'm suggesting that you look beyond national differences—certainly those that separate us in North America or in the West in general—and find a plane of commonality that will take you out of the slough of despond in which you feel you dwell now. You won't find it by crossing simple national boundaries, or possibly even ideological ones. Very likely you'll find yourself making personal and ideological compromises when you do so—however, when you do find those you can communicate and work with, best of luck to you.
SD: go to Chicago, St Paul, even Milwaukee—someplace else where you'll be more comfortable.
Take my advise: get away from your family hoopdidoops and get a chance to live your own life. You'll be able to separate your experience from your surroundings and figure out what it is that isn't working. I'd suggest San Francisco, but you have to be a millionaire to live there any longer.
Or try Europe, or Australia. Very likely, if you're like me, with some distance you'll start to appreciate the good things about the US once you're away from all the bad stuff. Baseball. Jazz. Soul music. Even (gasp!) some aspects of Southern culture. One of the best afternoons I spent here in Vancouver was with a gay black male from New Orleans (post-Katrina) where we talked for hours about the hypocrisy of both the American and Canadian governments—that is, when we weren't arguing about who was the better jazz or gospel singer, from our respective points of view (or whether Roberto Clemente or Hank Aaron was the bettter ballplayer).
I listen to some good early Ray Charles and it all doesn't matter. Or some mid-career Ella Fitzgerald or Frank Sinatra. Pain is pain, Joy is joy. I made my life in the arts, which transcend everything. Hitler and people like him may have attempted to suppress some of the most profound artistic expressions known to us, but they endure and we see, hear and feel them. Walk away from a performance of Mahler or Bach and tell me you felt nothing.
These things go back from before our ancestors and their oppressors were born. At the same time, most the things we find the most moving are born of the same genre of struggle as people are facing now. My ex-husband was a "freedom-fighter" (though a certain governments allied with the US probably still classify him as a terrorist), and through him I learned the power that art, literature and music have to motivate people—especially when they don't dwell on the differences, but on the potential to unite people on devotion to higher causes.
My point in all these posts is that it is the stupid, tiny things that bring us all down into that place where we hurt one another. Obviously, as a communist, I'm going to blame the Capitalist machine, but essentially it all has to do with "what is mine and how do I keep others from encroaching on it"? On the West Coast the factions wear different masks and use different names than those on the East Coast, those in the South or those in the Midwest.
Yet we all get up in the morning, we all look out at the same sky (which is miserably grey here in Vancouver most of the time, hence our native pessmism) and we all make our decisions about how we feel about where we are and how we feel about our lives as we get out of bed and begin our days.
Even with the most conscious effort it is difficult at times to look beyond what is in your immediate vicinity, or what you see on some flat screen in front of you. Most of us are so busy keeping body and soul together to look much further beyond that, or to do our own research. We're tired.
The nice thing is that we can look beyond this to the rare occasion when we meet someone with whom we can communicate without a lot of explanation, or someone who has been through what we have. We can start to understand that, in spite of all the negativity that the media feeds us (and that we displace on other people in our surroundings) there are people who share similar hopes and aspirations for the populace in general; and when we raise our eyes above the stupid petty differences we see that we have much more in common than we had realised.
Some of the friends I lost in the AIDS holocaust in the 90s had been members of religious communities—both Catholic and Anglican—before they decided to realise themselves as gay members of society. Sadly enough, as soon as they had done so, both the religious communities that had formed their identities since puberty and their families had nothing further to do with them, even when they were dying. Yet there were religious and social communities in San Francisco that were ready to receive them, and they formed their own "families of choice" based on real emotional ties that were totally divorced from biological determinism.
btw, sadly enough, I see little evidence of the potential for that here in Vancouver, despite the liberal laws—and I've done some work for AIDS charities here (and I have friends who may be in a position eventually to make use of those services), so I've some idea of what the situation is here. Talk about stepping back 20 years or so. Even Mississippi probably makes better provisions for people with HIV than the GVRD, but I digress . . .
I'm suggesting that you look beyond national differences—certainly those that separate us in North America or in the West in general—and find a plane of commonality that will take you out of the slough of despond in which you feel you dwell now. You won't find it by crossing simple national boundaries, or possibly even ideological ones. Very likely you'll find yourself making personal and ideological compromises when you do so—however, when you do find those you can communicate and work with, best of luck to you.