"they talked to me about their hopes for the destruction of their government cheerfully and frankly, because they were living the movies playing in their minds and they wanted me to witness the projection.โ€

A magnificent essay on America by Stephen Marche.

https://www.theguardian.com/us-news/ng-interactive/2025/apr/20/american-dream-trump-canada

The America I loved is gone

It was a nation of dreams, built for the screen. Then it shattered

The Guardian

@Remittancegirl The problem with this little twee paean is that it's a lie delivered through a dreamlike blur to disguise that.

Like right off the top of my head: "You didnโ€™t even need a passport to enter the United States until I was 33."

I didn't like Marche when I met him and this kind of crap is why. You didn't need a passport ... if you were white. Non-white people always had a very different experience at the US border. Even before he was 33.

@ZDL Iโ€™m sorry you didnโ€™t like the essay. I did.
@Remittancegirl
Personal opinion obviously, but I thought it was a well written lament. I completely agree it could have been more balanced with some revulsion at the darkness of America - cowboys are mentioned but not the genicide against Native Americans, black Americans are largely ignored exceot for a slave owner reference, what about serial murders, school shootings etc. - but then I suppose that would have distracted from the wistful weave he was crafting ๐Ÿคท
@ZDL

@Valent See, to me it was wistful writing of someone who's never really faced staring down the barrel of America's dark side. You know: white and male.

He has this wistful memory of an America that only he and people like him could experience. The rest of us have faced the need for supplemental IDโ€”not technically a passport, sureโ€”when crossing the border, just to go with that first wistful memory.

Then we enter his little fetishistic bit with homelessness and the child with the keyring...

@ZDL
True. There are many takes on America past and present, lived or learned. For myself (man of privilege), I mourn what *I thought* America was.

I feel betrayed by the lies we were sold about it, and I am horrifyed that I accepted and repeated them. I have no illusions about the past or the present any more though.

This is the lasting legacy of the Ozymandias in the White House - a permanent de-blinkering of the world's view on the US. But this mass shattering of illusions is a passing horror, the dark you pointed out is still ongoing. ๐Ÿ’”