I watched the 2007 movie Freedom Writers the other day. It put into my mind the thought that the U.S.A. is, among many other things, a missionary nation.
If you don’t know the movie, here’s the synopsis from IMDb:
Hilary Swank stars in this gripping story of inner city kids raised on drive-by shootings and hard-core attitude — and the teacher who gives them the one thing they need most: a voice of there own. Dropped into the free-fire zone of a school torn by violence and racial tension, teacher Erin Gruwell battles an uncaring system in a fight to make the classroom matter in her students lives. Now, telling their own stories, and hearing the stories of others, a group of supposedly “unteachable” teens will discover the power of tolerence, reclaim their shattered lives, and change their world.
In other words it’s a Nice White Lady movie: poor benighted underclass folk lifted up and made whole by a middle-class white gal who is willing to sacrifice everything — including, in this case, her marriage — on their behalf.
I loathed the movie, of course. It was quite explicitly anti-white, the dire circumstances of the kids’ lives all the result of “oppression,” “racism,” and the rest, practiced by heartless Ice People who run everything and stomp on minorities who get out of place. I’d imagine minorities would loathe it, too. The message is: “You’re so messed up, you’ll go on living in your hell of drugs and violence and oppression unless some Nice White Lady comes along to show you the way.” The movie seems to be targeted quite directly as some commonplace female-white-American fantasy.
I loathed it on Darwinian grounds, too. Hilary Swank will apparently be happy to remain a spinster all her life if it will serve these kids from minorities with TFR two point something (African Americans) and three point something (West Coast Hispanics). Hmmm, how will that work out?
Mrs. Bradlaugh quite liked it, though. “She’s just trying to help people …” Arguing the case with her afterwards, I got her attention with an analogy to the American missionaries in pre-Red China. (Mrs. B. is Chinese.) Same deal: bringing light and hope to the wayward heathen, at some sacrifice to oneself. (How’d that work out? And what would be the equivalent, in this analogy, of a “rice Christian” — a Chinese who signed up with the missionaries for the sake of a meal ticket?)
There’s some sort of national character trait in there somewhere. Can anyone shed light?