We Have No Idea How Good We Have It
For a long time I've believed that the people who complain most about America have no idea how truly unique, special, and blessed America actually is. James Lilek's touched on this idea in his euology for Alexander Solzhenitsyn.
In the summer of '78 I was back home in Fargo between college years -- exiled from the civilized world, cast into barbarity. During the day I labored under the hot sun painting giant fuel tanks in the hot sun, next to an auto-body shop that exhaled poison and Eagles all day. A sensitive soul, cast into such grim circumstances. A noble soul, a poet, reduced to living on the gruel of hometown "culture," almost unable to stir himself each day to face the hopeless allotment that stretched forth until the sun turned its face away.
Naturally, I was in the perfect mood to read the entire Gulag Archipelago. I got all three volumes from the drugstore -- which should have told me something about the land in which I lived, that one could buy this work from a creaky wire rack at the drugstore -- and it taught me much about the Soviet Union and the era of Stalin. After that I could never quite understand the people who viewed the US and the USSR as moral equals, or regarded our history as not only indelibly stained but uniquely so. Reading Solzhenitsyn makes it difficult to take seriously the people in this culture who insist that Dissent has been squelched. Brother, you have no idea.
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