#11,
Never the Twain
On arriving at a
It is curious – the
space-annihilating power of thought. For
just one second, all that goes to make the me
in me was in a Missourian village on the other side of the globe, vividly
seeing again those forgotten pictures of fifty years ago, and wholly
unconscious of all things but just those; and in the next second I was back in
Bombay, and that kneeling native's smitten cheek was not done tingling
yet! Back to boyhood – fifty years; back
to age again, another fifty; and a flight equal to the circumference of the
globe – all in two seconds by the watch!
Such is the nature of global
interaction and connection. Two separate
worlds inextricably linked, distance and proximity jumbled in perceptions of layered
meaning, at their source inexplicable and defying assumptions of difference,
but through contrast of now and then, West and East, providing both with some
meaning.
Historians witnessing events
from Mumbai to
Let this be a guide to those
who would “internationalize” what is already internationalized, namely American
History. It will not done by adding
to our well rehearsed American History narratives; neither is it done by comparison
of us with them; it begins with the recognition that the connections and comparisons
have been there all along, but like Mark Twain we had forgotten them until
they had slapped us around the face (well, not us, maybe a servant or graduate
student).