The United States and the infamy of racism
The United States is now comparable in sociological terms to a pressure cooker. The prevailing racism, especially towards those originating from African countries, has reached an exacerbating paroxysm that is difficult to understand and share. Yes, because a logical and human reflection should lead us to remember that the “blacks” of Africa did not arrive in America as migrants but “kidnapped” in their villages by unscrupulous traffickers and sold to “passer-by blackmen” with the destination America and cotton plantations.
The crossing implied the loss of a high percentage of “slaves”, even half, but always with a good profit margin. Therefore the American (white) gentlemen restrain their liveliness and remember that their ancestors have left a stain of incivility, overcome only by Nazi infamy. As for racism in the broad sense, it is good to remember that almost all Americans have European origins and that the only “real” Americans are the various Aztecs, Incas and Indians who survived the deeds that “contemporary Americans” hopefully will not proud.
Too many eyes that close
The comparison with the pressure cooker seems perfect to me. If you think about it, nothing new under the sun: the United States – without mentioning the battles between Southerners and Northerners and a thousand other more or less obvious conflicts – have always been divided. On the one hand, inclusion, democracy, tolerance; on the other, racism, classism, a society that tends to deal with the former but never with the latter (some choices by Trump, not only in the health sector, are emblematic in this sense).
As I wrote in recent days in response to another reader and quoting the writer Francesca Melandri, few can say they really understand the United States, with all their nuances, with all their struggles, with all their differences, with all their tensions. Because even those who often go to America, who really thinks they know that country, tend to frequent, for example, only whites, only certain pieces of society, only some cities. To say the least instructive, for example, the reading of a small book by Romano Prodi (The inclined plane): in that book the former president of the council and the European commission clearly explains how many Americas, profoundly different from each other, are in the United States (or disunited?).
I also hope that the Americans curb their liveliness, rereading history and looking to the future. But the events of these days tell us the exact opposite: they speak to us of a boundless hatred, of too many eyes that close and do not want to see, of a policy that is increasingly distant – except for some nice exceptions – from reality. I hope that intellectuals, writers, free thinkers, all those people who know how to look reality in the face, even going beyond appearances, save us.