How do I feel about America? That’s a huge question, you know. The short answer is: Mixed. The long answer would be incredbly long, so 'll just share some random impressions.
I visited USA once (In 1990. For two weeks.
) and found the people friendly and nice to be around - including the girl who tried to convert me to her brand of Christianity, and seemed to have an incredibly naive view of atheism, but was willing to listen and remain friendly when I described my view of Life, the Universe and Everything. When meeting individual Americans, I’m prepared to like them.
Many of my favourite authors and favourite musicians are American. My bookshelves have more books in English than in Norwegian.
I’m very, very glad Norway is an ally of USA. But that’s not because I see your country as a good friend, it’s because I see it as a very, very bad enemy. (Yes, I can hear you muttering “We saved your ungrateful asses from the Nazis” over there. Well, so did the Russians. Can’t say it gave me warm and fuzzy feelings towards the Soviet Union.)
I grew up close to a local NATO headquarter outside Oslo. When I was fourteen, more than twenty years ago, I once woke up in the middle of the night having heard some loud noice. For a split second, I was absolutely certain that the Russians had dropped the Bomb on the NATO grounds, and that in a moment I’d be dead. I wasn’t even afraid, more of a resigned “Oh. That was that, then.” Growing up as a neighbour of USSR and an ally of USA during the cold war didn’t make me feel safe, it was scary.
When playing GURPS (a roleplaying game produced in USA) recently, one of the players said this about Norway’s prime minister: “Bondevik has his tongue so far up Bush’s ass that he’s tickling his tonsils.” There were general nods of agreement around the table.
In March 2004 I participated in a LARP (Live Action Roleplaying, a bunch of people dressing up in costumes and playing “let’s pretend”). The setting was a modern, slightly alternate reality, the topic was terrorism, the genre was action sliding into catastrophy. Everybody were portrayed in a negative light - the European terrorists were completely psycho, the Israeli undercover agent was ice cold evil, the Norwegian police and government were spineless cowards - even so, I felt that the portrayal of the American soldiers was unfair and unrealistic. Torturing people just for fun/because of breakdown in discipline? Come on - I may be a rabid Euro commie, but that’s a bit too much to believe, even for me.
A few weeks later, the Abu Ghraib scandal broke.
These days, if I notice that a product I’m about to buy is made in America, I’ll look around a bit for an alternative. I never did that before the Iraqi war.
The occupation of Iraq started 9th April 2003. That date is a special one in Norway - 9th April 1940, Norway was invaded. I know that it’s just a coincidence, but it’s still chilling, and extremely weird to know that Norwegian soldiers have taken part in an occupation of another country. (I’m not sure if they’re still in Iraq - last time I looked it up, there were a symbolic handful left.)
Before I ventured out on the wide, wild Internet, I used to believe that Americans and Europeans were, despite everything, basically similar. Same cultural background, joined in enjoying a wildly unfair portion of the wealth of the planet, all that. But when grazing various message boards, I discover every now and then some angle that make you seem completely, utterly alien. Not neccessarily bad (although I’m chauvinistic enough to, generally, see my own culture as best
), but completely different in an unexpected way.