The American and Canadian flags evoke
different emotions in me; I feel I belong to two countries. From many
discussions, I know that binationality is as difficult a concept for some
people as bisexuality used to be for me (and I’m sure there are more posts in
that). But the way I’ve been feeling lately, it seems very important to dispel
the notion that one country must always be defined against other countries, or
that love for one country means loving another country less.
I challenged myself to come up with some
personal “Top 10s.” I can tell you right now that laws and policies like health care, same-sex marriage, immigration, or gun control are not on these lists. Not only
because there is plenty already out there about those important issues, but
because I wanted to make these lists personal. I am very aware that a place can look very different “on paper” than it looks in real life, when
you’re actually living there. The things that make a place worth living in, and
a country worth loving, are often not the way its government behaves—in fact,
quite the opposite. This is not a “X is better than Y because” post. You might
as well ask someone to pick one of their children over another.
So here are the Top 10 of the country I was
born in, and the country I chose:
10 Things I Love About America
1. The
Statue of Liberty. My all-time favorite monument. Lady Liberté (I love the
story of French schoolchildren sending in their pennies to build her) is the one patriotic thing that moves me
to tears. Because of all she stands for, and how far we still have to go.
2. “America
The Beautiful.” The song, in this case. It describes exactly what I love about
America and I never stop at the first chorus, which everyone knows; I always go
on to the second: “America! America!/ God mend thine ev’ry flaw,/ Confirm thy
soul in self-control,/ Thy liberty in law.” Thank you, Katharine Lee Bates.
3. America
the beautiful. The national parks. The Grand Canyon, the Grand Tetons, the
grand everything.
4. Following
on from #3: I think that Wyoming and East Tennessee, where I come from, are the
two most beautiful places in the U.S.A., if not on earth. And I am sure that I
could walk up to any house in either rural location with an American (or Confederate)
flag out front, knock on the door, and not agree with the residents about
anything other than their right to fly said flag. And so %$$! what? Which
brings me to
5. The
U.S. Constitution, more specifically the Bill of Rights, and most of all, the
First Amendment. Free speech is one thing I think America gets 100% right. If you disagree, please, feel free to say so!
6. The
people. We’re friendly, we’re loud, and you can always tell we’re coming from a
mile away; we’re generous too. Come to think of it, generosity is a feature of
both my countries’ people.
7. Project
and process and above all, progress. We pronounce them all with a short o. How
could I ever pronounce progress except the American way?
8.
Fahrenheit. Not the cologne (well, that too) but I've never been able to get used to any other temperature scale.
But, if you can stand the cold getting down to 40 degrees below zero, that is the
point where Fahrenheit meets Celsius (or, given the weather, where America
meets Canada).
9. My
family. Sure, I wasn't the first Knowles to migrate up north; my ancestors were
Crown Loyalists, and my great-great-grandfather was born in Nova Scotia. But
today, my relatives are all American.
10.
See Canada #10.
You might notice that a lot of what I love
about America is—wait for it—freedom. Freedom of choice, even to a fault, is a
big American value. It’s because I’m American that I love having choices, that
it’s such a blessing to have more than one country in the world where I am
absolutely free to live and work and...ironically, that’s what I love about
Canada. No one made me be Canadian; I chose Canada freely. In fact, Canada
doesn’t make me do much of anything:
10 Things I Love About Canada
1. Canada
doesn’t tax me no matter where I live in the world, or make me file paperwork
unless I live in Canada.
2. Canada
doesn’t limit me, as a Canadian abroad, from investing (overseas financial
institutions have closed their doors to “U.S. persons” because they don’t want
to comply with the onerous filing requirements of the Internal Revenue
Service).
3. Canada
doesn’t require me to have a Canadian passport to leave or return to the country (though I'm happy to have one).
4. Canada
doesn’t restrict me, as its citizen, from traveling to any country. (For the
record, there are lots of countries I’m more interested in traveling to than
Cuba; but isn’t it communist states that are supposed to restrict their
citizens’ travel?)
5. Canada the beautiful. Cape Breton Island, Northern Ontario, canoe trips, getting thrown out of a dogsled in the snow.
6. Canada
is my land of opportunity. Canada gave me a chance, when it was the most
important thing in my life, when doors were closed to me in every other country
of the world. As with other chances I’ve taken, things didn’t ultimately work
out the way I’d started off hoping; but I would never have known what was
possible if I hadn’t had that chance.
7. In
Canada, I found work that I liked and that could support me in all the things I
really wanted to do in life. I’m not saying that this, or #8, would never have
happened if I’d been living somewhere else, but Canada is where they happened
for me.
8. And
directly following on #7: Canada is where I finally started taking my writing
seriously, and launched a career, with the support of some of the same people I
still rely on.
9. Speaking
of whom: I’m fortunate enough to have friends all over the world, but the place
with the biggest concentration of people I really value as friends is the
Toronto area.
10. I was living in Toronto on
September 11, 2001. Thankfully, I had no television, so the news of what was happening in America
came to me first from a friend (one of that rare breed born and raised in
Toronto) who has said, and not just to me, that he’s never met an American he
didn’t like. People that day stood together, Canadians, Americans, and indeed
people from all over the world. We felt a strong sense that our common humanity
was so much more important than our different nationalities. Sadly, that sense
does not always remain strong among people; but like other Americans, I will
never forget that day. And like other Canadians, I will never forget how
united we felt that day.
If I hadn’t had all these experiences in
Canada, I might not forever link being American and being Canadian together in
my heart. But I’m very blessed to do so. And on top of that, I have twice as many things to love.
