Mon, 25 Jul 2011 6:30a.m.
Opinion by Jeremy Elwood
L.P. Hartley’s novel "The Go-Between" begins with the immortal line, “The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.” Well, at the risk of sounding disingenuous, so is the USA.
I’m here on holiday, and having flicked through New Zealand’s recent headlines around race, national identity and oaths, I can’t help but ruminate on the upside of patriotism. Generally, I find the kind of jingoistic, God-and-country nonsense that fervent patriots spout at best off-putting, and at worst downright dangerous. However, two moments in the last fortnight have made me grudgingly acknowledge that a wee bit of flag waving can be a good thing.
Perhaps unsurprisingly, both of them involve sport. We landed in Los Angeles on the 4th of July, and through the kindness of others went almost immediately to a Major League Baseball game, The LA Angels playing the Detroit Tigers at Angels Stadium. Firstly, it’s a great way to combat jetlag; go out and so something so that you adjust to local time, but when that “something” is sit in a stand with a beer in one hand and a hotdog in the other, you aren’t putting undue stress on body or mind. Secondly, did I mention it was the 4th of July? Cue the US Airforce flying a C130 Hercules over the stadium, timed perfectly to coincide with the last bars of the “Star Spangled Banner” and the unfurling of a playing field sized flag by what looked to be at least a hundred volunteers. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t emotional, even for someone with no history and even less sympathy for much of what that flag has stood for in the last ten years. The show went on after the game, too, with a massive fireworks display accompanied by a medley of all-American hit songs. I’m not sure whoever programmed the music had actually listened to all of the lyrics; putting Woody Guthrie’s wistful “This Land Is Your Land” back to back with Toby Keith’s inflammatory “Courtesy Of The Red White and Blue (The Angry American)” was a little jarring. I was genuinely waiting for it to segue into “America, F#$k Yeah!” by the South Park dudes, but to no avail.
The second event was in a casino in Las Vegas. I was walking through at about 11am, after dropping my rental car back, when I heard an almighty cheer from one of the bars. On closer inspection, the place was packed, the atmosphere was electric, and the noise was incredible. And the focus of all this excitement? The quarterfinals of the FIFA Women’s World Cup, where the US were in a penalty shootout with Brazil.
So what do we have to compare? Our women’s sports teams overachieve on an annual basis; the Black Ferns, for example, have a regular habit of doing what the All Blacks cannot, and win World Cups. Yet with the exception of the Silver Ferns, most of them do so in front of small live crowds and virtually non-existent television coverage. As for sheer spectacle, I have no idea what they have planned for the opening ceremony of the RWC, but if they’re planning an Airforce flyover, I hope they started asking for noise control consent years ago, never mind looking at borrowing a couple of extra planes.
I still hold out hope for a fireworks show set to “Nature’s Best Volumes 1 and 2”, though.
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