TODAY a great nation chooses a leader. Only a bare majority of her
citizens will trouble to go to the polls, because this is a strongly
federal nation, with more of the functions of government exercised by 50
devolved states, and the country's chief executive serves primarily as
her monarch at home, her policeman abroad, the keeper of her gates, and
the prophet of his polity.
His powers are greater than those of our Prime Minister in some
respects, he rules alone, for example; his Cabinet only advises; and in
others lesser -- he, unlike the Prime Minister, has not the legislature
as his dutiful poodle.
But he is the President of the United States of America, commander in
chief of the mightiest armed forces on earth, de facto king of the
richest country there is -- for most of our lifetimes freely elected
head of one of two great superpowers, and today the freely elected head
of the last power there is. We have no vote in this election, no part in
this process; yet we sit here watching, in mingled hope and trepidation,
for the President of the United States is our president too.
At his command we go to war. In a moment of his ire, were he roused,
these British Isles could be reduced to a mound of radioactive clinker.
One twitch on the strings of his land's enormous financial reserves, and
our currency and economy and banks would come crashing down.
Our politicals slaver to be seen simpering and intimate in the
presence of the great man; his glory shared, his fellowship sweet. And
he is but the ruler and figurehead of his people, whose culture and
whose ways have become so much our culture and our ways. We chew their
gum and smoke their weed; we feed our weans on their burgers and clothe
them in their soft tough denim cloth, and all drink their fizzy brown
pop.
We turn on our radio, and it is American music that blares forth, or
British music born from its spawn -- John T. Jazz, wistful soul,
wrenching rhythm'n'blues, long mixed in that blend we call rock.
Dead Americans are our icons: Bogart, Dean, Presley, Monroe. Live
Americans make our entertainments: comics, thrillers, cop shows, juke
boxes, boobies. More and more Americanised is our language. We have
sweatshirts, jeans, trainers, autos.
We hang out, tune in, drop out or turn on. Yo! There is not a little
boy in this land who does not dream of going to America. And there are
professionals here who dream of little else, and not mere actors or
singers. The university professor or consultant surgeon may live well in
Bearsden, but in America he could aspire to fortune indeed -- a vast
salary, several cars, a plush suburban villa with pool and sauna, and a
cosy holiday cabin in the mountains by the lakeside.
We admire them, we fear them; we gorge on their produce, and goggle at
their riches. And most ferociously, we despise and detest them. Every
British politician knows that nothing arouses such cheap adulation as
the little snide anti Americanism.
For decades the princes of left-wing faddery, woolly academics,
back-pack students, demagogues, and single-issue fanatics of every
shade, have squealed only good of some of the most vicious and
totalitarian regimes this world has ever known, and painted America and
her people as the Great Satan. We curse them for dropping atomic bombs
on Japan, though that country had spread murder and mayhem throughout
the south-east Pacific.
We pillory America for her hopeless endeavours in Vietnam: that these
were solely in response to a ruthless northern aggressor is conveniently
forgotten.
We deride her for the appalling sufferings of her black minority over
a century -- though no land has ever so courageously faced up to its
shame in such regard as America did 30 years ago and the problems of
American blacks today are largely of their own making. We make out that
her generals and admirals are power-crazed warlords. Though in truth,
America's great soldiers have been thoughtful and humble men: it was not
the Yanks that gave the world Field Marshal Haig and ''Bomber'' Harris.
Endlessly we mock American ''materialism,'' and ''consumerism,''
though we ourselves queue to devour Stateside goodies, and the Soviet
brand of materialism put people in gulags.
Mind you, I'm not so stupid as to insist that, but for American
benevolence, all of Europe would be under communist dictatorship. I know
better than that, without the Americans, Europe and these islands would
be part of the on-going Thousand-Year Reich. There would be swastikas in
every square and jackboots at every parade, and not a Jew nor gipsy nor
Slav alive between Strome Ferry and Sevastopol.
Today a great nation chooses her leader. Let us, for once, put aside
our resentment and pay tribute to that country and her people. Her
problems are serious, and her failings are real: and yet, in almost
every respect, her society and her values are superior to our own. Our
country strangles in the archaic ropes of snobbery and class, and boys
and girls are still judged from birth by blood and accent; in America,
life is fluid and fair, and all of drive and ability may reach the top.
A land of equals, where you are taken for what you are. A land of
adventure, of ever bubbling optimism; here there is none to say it
cannot be done, or should never be done, or that you are no better than
should be.
A land of incredible enthusiasm, inventiveness, and energy; seedbed of
a thousand gadgets, creator of life-saving medicines and technologies,
the country that put man on the moon.
It is a land of freedom. The freedom of emotion and simplicity,
holding by simple values and timeless virtues, where each man loves his
little spot of earth, and where home and family form an abiding bedrock.
The freedom of religion: often chaotic, eccentric, and embarrassing, but
ever fervent, always vital. And, most of all, the freedom of expression:
under that flag, any opinion may be spoken, written, or broadcast; under
that constitution, the citizen has a right to know; under those laws,
the guilty and the corrupt may not hide behind defamation statutes or
Official Secrets Acts, and two young reporters may bring down crooks in
the highest office in the realm.
Here is energy, here is liberty, here is life. It bubbles and boils,
and often overflows: there is, yes, too much violence, and sometimes
riots, and plenty of misery if you care to look for it, but also much
beauty. From the snows of Alaska to the glades of Florida, round the
hills of Tennessee, the baking sands of Nevada, and about the groves of
New England to the glass towers and lights of the vibrant eastern
cities.
Today a great nation chooses its leader, in concern and fear, but also
a surging faith in democratic enterprise. We are here, in grey and sour
stability, smugly proud in our older paths and sober ways. But how
glorious was our yesterday, we may snarl, and how ghastly these
Americans: rulers of the present, makers of tomorrow.
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