The controversy, mentioned in an earlier posting in this blog, over which Laotian flag to display on the web page of our Laotioan co-hosts
was resolved by not using flags on any of the cultural/language group pages. Flags impute allegiance to a national governments, which may be incredibly misleading and divisive.We replaced the flags with graphics that said something about the place this culture arose. For the Laotians, we now show a Buddhist temple, For the Latinos, we now show a map of the Western Hemisphere with the Spanish-speaking countries highlighted, along with a picture of a colonial-era villa in Puerto Rico. For the Cambodian co-hosts, we have a photo of an Ankgor Wat carving. For the Brazilian co-hosts, we have some mardi-gras pictures. And, oddly enough, for the English-language hosts, we have no symbols at all, including, thankfully, the Stars-and-Stripes or Union Jack
The broader question of who qualifies as a US citizen (or an Israeli or Irish or British…) still concerns me. I’m what is known as a territorial citizen, having been born in Alaska before it became a State. Like Barry Goldwater, it would take an act of Congress to allow me to sit as a Senator or (perish the thought) President, if I were elected, but I’m otherwise and “american” man, who can vote in elections, collect social security (if I ever get old or decrepit enough), and generally fit in. More importantly to my political development as a young man, I was subject to conscription, “the draft”. When I was in my late ‘teens and early twenties, I was keenly aware that I had been conceived in Canada, and that if my parents had just hung around a few more months in the Northwest Territories, I might have been a Canadian and exempt from the draft. Recently it occured to me that if the literalist branch of evangelical Christianity takes control in this country, I may yet be relegated to Canadian status… after all, life begins at conception so by that standard I’m an “illegal immigrant”, smuggled into the country in my mother’s womb and subject to immediate deportation. The prospect of being a Canadian actually fills me with joy, because even with Harpur in charge, Canadians still have a robust health care and old age pension system that is the envy of the world.
(For more about what my parents were doing in the Northwest Territories, please see myLiveJournal blog for March 25,2007)
Just a thought… but all these distinctions that try to separate us into first-worlders who are entitled to the blessings of “development” and Global Southerners who aren’t, are constructed politically in just the same way as the dictates of religions on when life starts and ends.
