Photo: Ileana Johnson May 2016 |
Maybe I have
misplaced nostalgia because my adopted country is in such turmoil and nothing
seems to redress what people are complaining about. Life goes on, the sun comes
up every day, the routine we take for granted continues, children must be fed
and taken to school, people go to work, football season started again, and the masses
are not restless as long as the welfare checks come in on time and the dependency
faucet flows, tummies are full, the gas tank is topped, and illusory abundance looms
like a Potemkin village.
I know, I
can never go back home again because home is no longer there, but I still want
to from time to time. Life has moved on and, I found out quite painfully, I am
now a stranger in my own land. The something I was looking for, what the French
term, “je ne sais quoi,” is no longer
there. Many relatives I grew up with are now residing in the cemetery, others
are as old as I am, with elderly people problems, bad socialized medicine and
care, and some simply don’t care if I exist. But then most people’s relatives,
far removed or close ones, could not care less if others lived or died. We are
but a blip on the screen of life.
Four trips
to my hometown and I have not yet been allowed to erect a marble cross on my Dad’s
grave. His burial plot is marked by a simple wooden cross painted antique blue,
with lettering long erased by the inclement weather and the sun. It’s not that
I cannot afford to pay for a better cross, unlike years ago when I was
financially broke, living on minimum wage.
I have gone
as far as ordering a marble cross, paying for it, and hiring a priest to bless
its installation. The most painful part was choosing what words to put on the
cross that best represented my Dad’s life. I decided on his name, his
birthdate, his death, and the phrase, “The best father who gave me life and let
me fly far away because he loved me.” But that did not really tell the story of
his life, the sacrifice he made at such an early age, he was 61 years young.
As the
self-appointed remaining patriarch, Dad’s only living younger brother objected to
Dad’s cross. Each time there was a different reason. He wanted a bribe because
I was a “rich” American ripe for fleecing. He said no during another trip because it
would disturb my grandparents’ grave nearby, somehow the extra marble weight
would be toxic and disturb their eternity slumber. On the third visit, he said,
it would offend his wife who was buried in the same family plot even though she
was family by marriage. And, the most unreasonable objection was that I did not
help his pregnant daughter find a job in America and did not give her a place to
live, rent free, in my house. Had she heard of anchor babies, she could have
become a life-long ward of the government like everybody else born in a poor
country who manages to cross the border illegally in the last months of
pregnancy.
So I decided
to erect a memorial here, in this country, where my Dad never had a chance to
visit because his life was cut short by the very people who were supposed to
give him a visa but refused.
It was
futile to explain to his brother that we have 94 million Americans out of work,
blue collar jobs are scarce, and I don’t personally employ anybody, I am just a
retired teacher. To him, and to the rest of the world, America is still the
land of plenty, of filthy-rich people; money grows on trees if you fertilize
them with enough B.S., and welfare flows like milk and honey.
There is a
reason why illegals and refugees are brought here, we are told, they do jobs
Americans don’t want to do and take whatever wages, without complaining. As our
president said, “Americans are lazy.” Then these hard-working illegals send
their paychecks to Mexico or to their countries of origin, while they live on
welfare. America is a great country! Did anyone ask him, how it became the envy
of the world if Americans were so lazy?
On the other
hand, he may be right, I did see lazy locals in the morning on my way to work,
sitting on their porches, laughing and enjoying themselves, drinking beer,
while I was looking at my watch nervously to make sure I would be on time for
my 8 a.m. classes.
Illegal immigrants
who are often unskilled, illiterate, and on welfare, fare better medically than
our own veterans do. They even get translators in hospitals for free and gender
reassignment surgery. What a deal! At the same time, educated legal immigrants
who want the opportunity to better themselves professionally in the United
States are rejected when applying for visas because they happen to be the wrong
nationality, religion, skin color, or we ran out of H1B visas. Why bring in
immigrants who can contribute to the greatness of this country when we can
bring the dregs of third world society to take our country down to size?
Progressives
have been telling us that it’s high time to redistribute our wealth to the rest
of the world, we’ve been well off for far too long, we owe the rest of the
world their turn. If our children and grandchildren will live much worse than we,
their parents, so be it, it is social justice to impoverish ourselves while
supporting large families from countries that hate our guts and wish our
destruction.
As the most
successful country in the world, we are no longer desirable. Hillary Clinton
told the world half of Americans are a “basket
of deplorables.” Academia keeps telling us, we are evil, primitive cultures
are noble and good, and we should learn from them by serving their needs, by
allowing them to rule over us with help from United Nations tin pot dictators.
The other
half of Americans blindly look up to Democrats because they think they are
wise; they’ve been telling us for a long time that we should emulate Cuba and
Venezuela’s failed socialist/communist regimes or Europe’s failed
multiculturalism.
Europeans
seem so bucolic from afar, so much greener over the fence, healthy, and content
riding their bicycles everywhere. Who wants to burn $10/gallon gas and choke
Mother Nature to death when they can travel in style by trains that run on
electricity generated by windmills?
The problem I
see is that even my native country is turning into a basket case of European
Union totalitarianism by technocrats. According to the SüdDeutsche Zeitung, France
and Germany are preparing to
synchronize plans for a joint European army. http://www.sueddeutsche.de/politik/vor-gipfeltreffen-deutschland-und-frankreich-wollen-verteidigungspolitik-der-eu-reformieren-1.3155310
Male Muslim
refugees of military age are flooding everywhere, even beautiful Venice and
Milan. One such refugee, screaming Allahu Akbar and making death threats to
passengers for two hours, was deported from the U.K. to Venice. Why Venice, the
historical jewel of the Adriatic, the open air museum of our western
civilization? Italians have spent billions trying to prevent the sinking of its
archeological treasures. Why bring the enemy inside? http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/article-3783356/Terror-EasyJet-flight-migrant-deported-Venice-screams-Allahu-Akbar-29-times-death-coming-17-times-die-nine-times-shocking-two-hour-frenzy.html
I was
wondering why so many Muslims were taking photos of Catholic churches around Venice
and Milan on a recent trip. I saw women in burkas taking photos of churches
from gondolas in Venice; I am sure it was for touristy reasons. After France24 reported
on the failed attempt by an entire cell of Muslim women to blow up Notre Dame
Cathedral, I understood, it’s a dry run for the open season on western
civilization. http://10thousandcouples.com/2016/09/france-opens-probe-into-notre-dame-cathedral-car-bomb/
Communism
was bad enough, but I don’t know what to expect in a huge banana republic like
ours and I certainly don’t like European Union’s bureaucratic socialism run
from its the facto capital Brussels.
I had
misplaced nostalgia to revisit living in the country of my birth or some other place
in Europe. I get frustrated because this country I’ve adopted is fast becoming
a banana republic and few seem to care. Change is inevitable and expected; positive
change is good but forced progressive transformation is another story.
Tony and I went to Columbus in 2012 for the funeral of a very dear friend and even though we had only left in 2009, things had changed so much we almost didn't recognize it. Tony had lived there since the late 70's and I had been there since 1984. We just did not belong there anymore. Moreover - your brother sounds like one of mine - sorry you have to deal with that kind of toxic behavior.
ReplyDeleteI don't have any brothers and sisters. Dad's brother lives in grandma's house because we, the heirs, allowed him to. I wished he was a nicer human being, but we don't choose our relatives, Marianne, God does.
DeleteBTW - don't worry - if Hillary is elected - or whomever replaces her, we will suddenly be a lot like Romania.....
ReplyDeleteSo true, Marianne.
ReplyDeleteHi Ileana-I am impressed with your divergent thinking and resilience: Why not a memorial to your Dad here, in America. And if it's near to you, you and your daughters will honor be able to honor him, making this country a spiritual home to those who could not come here because of tyranny. I'm sure many of your friends would like to honor your father here too, me included.
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Carol, for your lovely thoughts!
DeleteI always thought that the spirit of the deceased stays near the body but I was told I was wrong.
I even thought about bringing a bag full of dirt from his grave and place it near the memorial but then I knew customs will confiscate it for fear of introducing unwanted nematodes into this country.