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I arrived in Chicago’s O’Hare International Airport in the middle of June 1989 and was greeted by aunts, uncles and cousins who had driven from Indiana to pick us up and take us to a little motel in somewhere Midwest US.  They were so excited to see my parents and my brother and I.  My first thought?  “oh my god I have such a headache!”  I remember feeling a totally overwhelming desire to turn and run to the next departure gate…or throw up.  I did NOT want to be here in Chicago.  And why were these people so happy?

Less than two weeks before our trip “home for good” I had graduated from high school in Malaysia (which is another subject entirely) .  That event took place two days after the Tiananmen Square Massacre which was pretty close to home for me since I lived in Hong Kong when I wasn’t in school.  My parents stayed at a hotel near the school during our graduation week and the three of us watched the events in Beijing unfold while I was putting on my cap and gown.  Grief and disbelief were on the top of the emotional food chain for me that week for many reasons.  So when I walked into O’Hare that day and saw all the wealth and oppulance of an American airport and heard people telling us how excited they were that we were “home”…my head said “Do you guys not “GET WHAT’s GOING ON!!!”  How could these very shallow American people be so happy when this horrible thing had happened in China?

I read somewhere that ATCK people see the world in a 3D worldview.  That means that the world is real to us in a way that it is not to a monocultural person.  I can be watching the news but I don’t see the story.  Instead I see the people.  For example, during the tsunami crisis that hit Indonesia I could smell, taste, hear and touch the story.  I could visualize the devestation and the emotional impact of that tragedy in a way that my husband couldn’t.  It wasn’t a story.  It was real.  It affected people I know and love.  I was scared.

The first television commercial I heard when I was settling in that motel room in the middle of the midwest was from Domino’s Pizza.  “Delivered to your door in thirty minutes or less or your money back!”

Really?

My first impression of Midwest America was that.  Full of impatient people wishing to have their food delivered cause they’re too lazy to make it themselves and if it’s not on time…they won’t pay for it!?  Shocked.

I still hold true to the idea that the United States is not the model that the rest of the world should follow.  I feel LUCKY to have been born here because as a citizen I am entitled to some advantages that others would not.  It’s the attitude of superiority that bothers me.  Maybe I’d feel that way without my trans-cultural upbringing, but I doubt it.  Patriotism to any certain country or allegience to a political ideal just has never sat well with me. (I know my Mennonite readers will say it has to do with the teaching of anabaptism I learned but I’ll argue you on that). 

September 11, 2001 is a day that impacted all of us living in North America.  Loss of life and invasion of peace are very hard things to ever come to grips with.  I watched and grieved along with the nation that day.  I had met one of the pilots at a nice Christmas dinner a few years before.  Very close to “home”.  But…and at the risk of angering some people…my initial thought upon hearing the surprise and confusion in the TV commentater’s voices was this:  “Why did we think something like this would never happen to us?  It’s happening to people I love all over the world.”

In a nutshell…I came into this United States at the age of 17 with independance and street smarts.  I could take care of myself and I wasn’t afraid of the shadow on the corner.  I grew up in a big city…made many of my own decisions and knew how to handle any situation thrust at me.  I just couldn’t understand the “me-centeredness” of the world I was now being asked to live in.  I still can’t.

My 3D worldview has changed the way I raise my children and talk to my friends. I find myself guarding that sometimes because it might not be politically correct or it might deem me un-patriotic.  Well…it’s who I am.  Like it or lump it.

September 20, 2010 - Posted by | Uncategorized | , , , , , , , , , , , ,

3 Comments »

  1. Audrey – this blog is so refreshing! Thank you for posting your thoughts. I was not born outside of the US but my children were and after living outside for 7 years myself, I have a sense of what you are feeling and trying to say. These are thoughts I’ve tried to articulate at times myself since our return, but it’s difficult to find people who will not judge or mis-judge the thoughts and intentions behind the words and observations. How valuable it is to have different pairs of glasses through which to view the world!!!! I believe it is not only good for us to consider as caring and responsible members of the global community, but also as Christians who are to be “kingdom minded” beyond national borders.

    Comment by dawn | September 21, 2010 | Reply

  2. This is fascinating. I’ve never known anyone really well who didn’t grow up in this country, yet returned to it as almost an adult. I’ve never thought about how difficult that would be, I think I’ll learn a lot. Great topic for a blog!

    Comment by autismmommytherapist | September 21, 2010 | Reply

  3. Ha! Boy does this resonate! I hear you and thanks for saying it. Great blog.

    Comment by hellaD | September 21, 2010 | Reply


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