On my decision not to teach in America.
I dread letters that begin with the cautionary, “It is with heavy
heart...”, and yet it is with just such a heart that I find myself
writing this note.
You are my friends, my students and my colleagues.
Amazingly, we have managed to remain, for the most part, free of conflict,
intrigue or quarrel. Many of you I respect as much as I do
the people dearest to me in my life, my family, my teachers
and close friends. It is very hard for me to write this
letter and to make this decision. But here it is. I no longer feel I
can teach in America.
It’s funny what sometimes triggers a decision finally. Many of you know my
feelings on the state of the world since we collectively fell prey to Bush &
Co. There is no need to rehash anything, I’ve taken enough valuable
class time railing on about the issues and I doubt many of you disagree
substantially with any of my views. The latest confluence of
hypocrisies however has really pushed it over the edge for me. In wake of the
‘response’ to Katrina, the U.S. officialdom has conferred preferred
status on the homocide-tolerant
Pat Robertson’s sham ‘relief agency’
Operation Blessing, an agency
Robertson regularly misuses for direct
personal profit. This and the Pentagon’s so called ‘America Supports
You Freedom Walk’ (sponsored by Lockheed Martin) have, in my view,
taken America into a level of surreality somehow evocative of
Leni
Riefenstahl’s 1934 Nazi propaganda film,
Triumph of the Will.
Though these issues are neither the largest nor most outrageous of the
Bush Jr. era, they have been, for me personally, the catalysts in
making a decision that I have contemplated for many years. In my
opinion, America, with its $8 trillion deficit, is now firmly in the
grips of a corporate dictatorship and minor victories (such as Bush’s
plunging popularity) aside, I sense things are about to get much worse.
The long and short of it is, I, like many Canadians, no longer feel
safe crossing the border. Given that ‘suspected terrorists’ have been
detained without charge for two years by the U.S government in the
Guantanamo concentration camps, and that now, virtually anything can be
defined as a 'terrorist threat' to 'national security', the idea of
teaching esoteric
Baguazhang forms or
Yin-Yang theory is an unnerving
proposition.
Recently Cheney was here meeting with the premiers of B.C. and Alberta
about opening up protected coastal waters to oil drilling and expanding
production in general. Our premier,
Gordon Campbell, a bought and paid
for man, has now turned over administration of our precious Medicare
system to a private American corporation who is obliged under the
Patriot Act to turn over all confidential records of it’s clients if
requested. This means that here in British Columbia we are potentially
under direct scrutiny and investigation of the Department of Homeland
Security. I doubt many Americans even know what or where ‘Alberta’ or
‘British Columbia’ are.
Do I think the situation is hopeless? No I don’t. I believe that we
must continue in the important personal and social work that we do to
counteract these devil-in-disguise forces. I believe in fact, that
there
have never been, in the known history of the world, people so
knowledgeable and capable for this task as many Americans of today. I
support
and applaud all efforts you can muster in bringing this
‘administration’ and what it stands for, down.
I realize what a crummy thing this is for all of us. I love teaching my art
more than anything I’ve done in this life. It sickens me to think of
abandoning my friends, the very best of Americans, in this way. They are in
fact, the best of what I believe that country to be. They are kind, inquiring,
generous, modest and friendly and wherever my path takes me I will
continue to speak of the best Americans regardless of the inanities
which continue to plague their nation.
To my American friends, you are always welcome in my classes wherever they may be and I would
consider it a tragedy to lose contact with any of you. I am truly sorry
about this.
With heavy heart,
Sam
9/11/05