'America' And 'American' Are More Problematic Than You Think

The Words 'America' And 'American' Are More Problematic Than You Might Think

"God Bless America" and "America is the greatest country on Earth" are beloved and (rather) innocuous phrases in the U.S., but they are anything but in Latin America. Here's why.


How many continents are there in the world? The answer might surprise you.

If you're like me, you learned in elementary school that there are seven: North America, South America, Europe, Africa, Asia, Australia (or Oceania), and Antarctica. The other night, I had dinner with an Argentine family, and I was talking to an elderly lady who said that there are five continents in the world: Europe, Africa, Asia, Oceania, and America--yes, just plain "America", not "the Americas." My host here concurred: there are five continents in the world. That is what they learn here in school.

Now, it kind of makes perfect sense that they don't count Antarctica as a continent: it is, after all, ice rather than land, and no human populations inhabit it. I don't know much about the dispute about "Australia" vs "Oceania", and, by the way, I can also see the merits of "Eurasia" instead of "Europe" and "Asia"--after all, it's a unified land mass. What I want to focus on, however, is the idea of "America." (I mentioned this briefly in my previous article, and it really does deserve a treatment of its own.)

In English, the only adjective for people from the U.S. is "Americans." In Spanish, there is an alternative adjective: "estadounidense." (Literally, "of the United States ('Estados Unidos')". If I went out on the street and said to an Argentine-born stranger that I am "an American", they might get extremely offended. The typical way of thinking here in Argentina is that all of the many countries in this hemisphere are "American."

The only popular concordance with this idea in the U.S. (that I can think of) is the (problematic) phrase, "Columbus discovered America". Never having set foot in what is now the United States, the implication here is that "America" refers to the "New World" in general. When we "estadounidenses" in our everyday lives refer to ourselves as Americans and deny that term to everything south of the border, there is a very serious issue here, once you think about it. The United States of America is an extremely large country, and it is perfectly possible to spend your whole life traveling throughout the nation without once leaving it and still encounter a lifetime's worth of cultural diversity. We were the pioneers in winning independence from colonial control, and our country is indeed called "The United States of America." (Important note: my host was dead-serious under the impression that we are "The United States of North America", and I hardly think that she is alone in that impression.) We are a global superpower and at the same time can be heard to say that we are the self-contained embodiment of all that is wonderful on this planet. In Europe, I've been told, "American" is taken to refer to the U.S., and I suppose that it is likely so in other parts of the world. This dispute, then, is a matter of lack of communication between the U.S. and its southern neighbors. If we are ever to arrive at beneficial relations between the different nations of this hemisphere, the difficulty here needs to be recognized on our part.

The relationship between the U.S. and Latin America has been fraught with difficulty since the very beginning. The U.S. has gained a Manichean reputation of being either the most glorious of the American republics, or the most reprehensible, and the perceived egocentrism of our use of the words "America" and "American" is a large part of the latter view down here. The current crisis over Venezuela illustrates this pretty well. (This video is a pretty cool overview of the issue if you're unfamiliar with it. In including it, I am not, however, taking any particular position on the topic.) For us in the U.S.A., there are "the Americas"; for Latin Americans, there is only "America." If I didn't know any better, I might, like many people in the U.S., have gone my merry way all the way to that great 4th of July parade in the sky without knowing about the difficulty of the word "American." As it is, a very great deal hinges on how that word is used. It is, I would venture to say, one of the most significant facets of the many concerns for how our generation and the following one view themselves vis-a-vis the rest of the world.

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Working With People Who Are Dying Teaches You So Much About How To Live

Spending time with hospice patients taught me about the art of dying.


Death is a difficult subject.

It is addressed differently across cultures, lifestyles, and religions, and it can be difficult to find the right words to say when in the company of someone who is dying. I have spent a lot of time working with hospice patients, and I bore witness to the varying degrees of memory loss and cognitive decline that accompany aging and disease.

The patients I worked with had diverse stories and interests, and although we might have had some trouble understanding each other, we found ways to communicate that transcended any typical conversation.

I especially learned a lot from patients severely affected by dementia.

They spoke in riddles, but their emotions were clearly communicated through their facial expressions and general demeanor, which told a story all on their own.

We would connect through smiles and short phrases, yes or no questions, but more often than not, their minds were in another place. Some patients would repeat the details of the same event, over and over, with varying levels of detail each time.

Others would revert to a child-like state, wondering about their parents, about school, and about family and friends they hadn't seen in a long time.

I often wondered why their minds chose to wander to a certain event or time period and leave them stranded there before the end of their life. Was an emotionally salient event reinforcing itself in their memories?

Was their subconscious trying to reconnect with people from their past? All I could do was agree and follow their lead because the last thing I wanted to do was break their pleasant memory.

I felt honored to be able to spend time with them, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was intruding on their final moments, moments that might be better spent with family and loved ones. I didn't know them in their life, so I wondered how they benefited from my presence in their death.

However, after learning that several of the patients I visited didn't have anyone to come to see them, I began to cherish every moment spent, whether it was in laughter or in tears. Several of the patients never remembered me. Each week, I was a new person, and each week they had a different variation of the same story that they needed to tell me.

In a way, it might have made it easier to start fresh every week rather than to grow attached to a person they would soon leave.

Usually, the stories were light-hearted.

They were reliving a memory or experiencing life again as if it were the first time, but as the end draws nearer, a drastic shift in mood and demeanor is evident.

A patient who was once friendly and jolly can quickly become quiet, reflective, and despondent. I've seen patients break down and cry, not because of their current situation, but because they were mourning old ones. These times taught me a lot about how to be just what that person needs towards the end of their life.

I didn't need to understand why they were upset or what they wanted to say.

The somber tone and tired eyes let me know that what they had to say was important and worth hearing. What mattered most is that someone who cared was there to hear it.

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A Few Birthday Thoughts

Goodbye teenage years, hello twenties!


So, it is looking like I am about to leave my teenage years behind. I think that I want to reflect back on this time in my life and think about what I want to keep with me in my twenties and maybe some things I can let go. My teenage years have been full of love from my family and friends; hard work to make good grades in school and creating art. I developed several great friendships that I have held on to across the miles even though I went to college 14 hours away from our previous home. I am so thankful for the friendships I have made in college as well.

It seems like friends you make in your childhood and younger years can really stand the test of time. Maybe it is because when you became friends you were truly who you were. Everyone was genuine and didn't put up walls to protect themselves. You got to know someone on a deeper more personal level more quickly than if you had met later in life. I also think we laughed even more as children and that always creates good memories to look back on. So I think in my twenties I will try to hang on to the "childish" way of making friends. I will try to show my true self and will accept them for who they are, and we will laugh....a lot.

I think a good thing to let go of is always trying to make dead-end relationships work. When we were children on the playground and we tried to play a game together or jump rope and it just wasn't working, we would run off and find someone else. It was easy. It was just natural. Now sometimes I find myself trying to stay in a relationship by being overly nice, giving gifts, trying to find what pushes the persons "good" buttons. I might spend so much time trying to figure this person out that I leave out more solid relationships that are worth my time. So in my twenties, I will try to be more realistic about who to spend my time on. Some people are just never going to stand the test of time. I can continue to be cordial but won't let them rule my time and thought life.

As children, we loved our parents and siblings and would show love to them in a myriad of ways. Maybe it was hugs, pictures on the fridge, good night kisses, playing games, or just quality time spent together as a family. Starting my twenties, I am mature enough to realize the value of these people in my life. Thankfully, I have always known this. I was never the type that was embarrassed if someone saw me walking with my Mom or Dad or being dropped off in the Mom Van somewhere. I always knew these people loved me more than anyone else I was about to meet. But in my twenties, I plan to keep up with my family even when I am eight hours away from them. We are never too old to need the love of family.

As weird as it is to say goodbye to my teenage years, it's honestly helped me to soak in the precious moments of everyday life and treasure them even more. Every year when birthdays come around, it always serves as a reminder how quickly the days, months, and years fly by. I think that has been one difficult part of this birthday season. It's hard to say goodbye to the past, without a clear map of the future. But, I must remind myself that this is why growing up is a beautiful thing- as we live life and experience new things, we are better prepared for what the future may hold. Everything that I have experienced in my 20 years has served an important purpose- to make me into the person I am supposed to become. Yes, life is always changing and so am I... and change can be hard. Very hard. But one thing to remember is God is always constant. He will never change. No matter what number is on your birthday cake, He is always there...the same God yesterday, today and tomorrow. He is the Rock that we will always be able to cling to. Isn't that a wonderful thought? Even if we don't know what's in His plans for us in the coming year, it's important to make Him a part of our plans. Rather than worry about change, let's embrace it all- the good and the bad- and look to the Lord to see how He will guide and shape us.

Teenage years- the time has come. I must say goodbye to you now. But, you will never be forgotten. I will hold your memories in my heart forever. Twenties- I am excited for all that awaits me.

"Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be afraid; do not be discouraged, for the LORD your God will be with you wherever you go." - Joshua 1:9

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