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The
United States has provided me with a source of fascination and
amusement for over forty years, ever since I saw my first 'Cowboys
and Indians' film when I was barely five years old.
I
used to watch John Wayne and his pals fighting off the pesky
Indians, dodging hatchets and arrows whilst making very bullet hit
its redskin target, feathers flying as the savage braves bit the
dust. It wasn't until much later that I learned about the destruction
of the bison and the eviction of native Americans from their
homelands which cost thousands of lives from disease, cold and starvation.
As
I grew older I progressed to war films and was fed hours of
monochrome footage depicting every battle, every victory and every
hero as being American led or resourced. Every tank and gun had an
American flag on it. Every touching scene with a grateful villager
thanking the liberating soldier through a haze of tears and chewing
gum was American. At some point in my early school life, and when my
father thought I was old enough to know about his wartime experiences
in India and Singapore, I discovered that we and the French were in
fact fighting the war on our own until December 1941 when the USA was
dragged kicking and screaming into the conflict after Pearl Harbour.
The
1950s, the decade of my birth, saw America helping to stop the
communists in Korea which, unlike Iraq, had the full backing of the
United Nations and much international co-operation from countries
such as Britain, Australia, Canada, India, New Zealand and South
Africa. Just as well since China joined in to support North Korea,
and two years passed before an armistice was signed in July 1953. It
was an ideological conflict, the free democratic world against the
oppressive commies, and the outcome was bloody, but at least the
final outcome was peaceful.
Whether
it was the ego boost that the Korean victory brought, or some kind
of national amnesia, but America somehow lost its sense of humility
over the following decade. Vietnam raised its head and President
Johnson came to the conclusion in August 1964 that America could
succeed against the communists where both Japan and France had
failed. The quantity of ego that must have been involved in keeping a
pointless war going for nearly nine years until the Paris Peace
Accord in January 1973 always astounds me.
Let
us now jump forward to 2001 when America decided to drop in on
Afghanistan to kick out the Taliban with the intent of bringing
democracy and sex equality to its beleaguered citizens. This temporal
gap ignoring the CIA's involvement in setting up surveillance
equipment in the territory during 1979 to spy on Russia by consent of
Afghanistan's then barbaric ruler Babrac Kemal. Unfortunately,
although life for the populous around Kabul has indeed improved, much
of the rest of the country has since reverted to war lord rule and
women are back under the male chauvinist thumb.
So
what did America learn from this waste of time, resources and human
lives? Well, it learned to elect a President who was determined to
show that he was a big brave boy who could finish off what his daddy
had started. It allowed the invasion of a country on grounds since
proven to be false, the propagation of the myth of a grateful, benign
post war population, and the reluctant publication of pictures which
demonstrated the true price of bolstering junior's family standing.
Where
does this sorry string of events leave us today? Well, from a
European perspective we would hope that the embarrassment of
Afghanistan and Iraq would at last teach America that Uncle Sam does
not always know best, and that 5% of the world's population does not
have the patriarchal right to interfere in the governance of the
remaining 95%.
Yes,
there are some regimes that need to be contained, and some rulers
that should be removed for the sake of humanity and world peace. But
we have the United Nations conveniently located in New York to handle
such matters, even if that variegated institution does sometimes take
a little longer to act than we would like. So America, why not stop
trying to be the world's nanny and concentrate instead on more
important domestic issues such as pollution control, energy
consumption and medical care. Those 1950s war films were fiction you
know, not documentaries - honest! |