What is the American Dream?

Forbes is running a feature online where they ask prominent American leaders what the American Dream means to them. Most say it has to do with freedom. Or hard work.

When driving in Texas last week I listened to a Stanford panel with Jacob Needleman on "The American Soul". Needleman’s big point — similar to what Andrew Sullivan says in his wonderful "This I Believe" piece on NPR — is that America is about the singular promise of being more fully human. What does it mean to be "more fully human"?

For me, the American Dream means the freedom to be who I really am and the freedom to reinvent who I really am at any point. As Sullivan puts it, it’s about the permanent fresh start.

What does it mean to you? If you don’t live in America, what’s your perception of this common phrase?

(hat tip: Jing Chen)

Book Review: Benjamin Franklin: An American Life

I don’t have any heroes. Role models, sure. Heroes, no. That might have just changed. I finished Walter Isaacson’s full-length biography of Benjamin Franklin. Although I had read Edmund Morgan’s biography, and although I co-founded an intellectual discussion society modeled after Franklin’s Junto, for the first time I truly felt deeply moved and inspired by this great American hero.

Where to begin? What could I possibly say that would do justice not simply to the man himself but to the impressive choir of commentators who all have spoken so eloquently about Franklin’s life? I’ll take the easy way out. Below are random, quoted excerpts I highlighted in the book. In the meantime, I highly recommend this biography to all life entrepreneurs. We can never know enough about this extraordinary person.

  • The fictional Poor Richard…helped define what would become a dominant tradition in American folk humor: the naively wicked wit and homespun wisdom of down-home characters who seem to be charmingly innocent but are sharply pointed about the pretensions of the elite and the follies of everyday life.
  • The Junto served as an extension and amplification of Franklin’s gregarious civic nature. Like Franklin himself, it was practical, industrious, inquiring, convival, and middle-brow philosophical. It celebrated civic virtue, mutual benefits, the improvement of self and society, and the proposition that hardworking citizens could do well by doing good.
  • Among Franklin’s cards was his fame, and he was among a long line of statesmen, from Richeliu to Metternich to Kissinger, to realize that with celebrity came cachet, and with that came influence.
  • In colonial America it was sinful to look idle, in France it was vulgar to look busy.
  • By early 1778, Voltaire was 84 and ailing, and there had even been stories that he had dies. His retort, even better than Mark Twain’s similar one, was that the reports were true, only premature.
  • One of Franklin’s famous passions was chess…he said it taught foresight, circumspection, caution, and the importance of not being discouraged….never hurry your opponent, do not try to deceive by pretending to have made a bad move, and never gloat in victory. There were even times when it was prudent to let an opponent retract a bad move: "You may indeed happen to lose the game to your opponent, but you will win what is better, his esteem."
  • In America, he said, "people do not enquire of a stranger, What is he? but, What can he do?"…He said that a true American "would think of himself more obliged to a genealogist who could prove for him that his ancestors and relations for ten generations had been ploughmen, smiths, carpenters, turners, weavers, tanners or even shoemakers, and consequently that they were useful members of society, than if he could only prove that they were Gentlemen, doing nothing of value but living idly on the labor of others."
  • "Nothing can be said to be certain except death and taxes."
  • When a church asked him to donate a church bell, he told them to forsake the steeple and build a library, for which he sent "books instead of a bell, sense being preferable to sound."
  • Franklin’s reputation was also elevated by the emergence of that distinctly American philosophy known as pragmatism, which holds, as Franklin had, that the truth of any proposition, whether it be a scientific or moral or theological or social one, is based on how well it correlated with experimental results and produces a practical outcome.
  • What he lacked in spiritual profundity he made up for in practicality and potency.
  • All of this made him the most accomplished American of his age and the most influential in inventing the type of society America would become. Indeed, the roots of much of what distinguishes the nation can be found in Franklin: its cracker-barrel humor and wisdom; its technological ingenuity; its pluralistic tolerance; its ability to weave together individualism and community cooperation; its philosophical pragmatism; its celebration of meritocratic mobility; the idealistic streak ingrained in its foreign policy; and the Main Street (or Market Street) virtues that serve as the foundation for its civic values.

The American West as Idea, Not Fact

The Hoover Institution Policy Review has a good article re-visiting the myth of the American West and concludes that while the ideas the West supposedly represents exist more because of artists than actual pioneers, it doesn’t matter: the "geography of hope" still inspires Americans to reinvent themselves even in this modern, post-frontier era. Excerpts:

To [Frederick Jackson] Turner, the “free land” of the frontier defined the American spirit. “This fluidity of American life, this expansion westward — with its few opportunities, its continuous touch with the simplicity of primitive society — furnish the forces dominating American character,” he said. “To the frontier the American intellect owes its striking characteristics.”

And it was true: Most Americans shared a belief in the power of nature as a source of renewal. Physicians prescribed the “West cure,” a hunting trip meant to rejuvenate weary Eastern men. By going outdoors, shaking off the shackles of civilization, men could return to their authentic selves….

As the Western frontier closed, was America in danger of losing no less than its national identity?                 Roosevelt feared as much. In his 1899 address to the Hamilton Club, he warned against letting America collapse into decadent Orientalism: “We cannot, if we would, play the part of China, and be content to rot by inches in ignoble ease within our borders . . . heedless of the higher life, the life of aspiration, of toil and risk, busying ourselves only with the wants of our bodies for the day.” …

So while McMurtry’s revisionism insists that the traditional Western depicts a tragic, unattainable way of life, he also celebrates those virtues that the traditional Western was meant to inspire….But he still recognizes the nobility of Western myth…In this way, McMurtry completes the revisionist project by looking past the cobwebs and discovering that the real West was always more an idea than a historical fact.  But the idea, though it exists in the national mind rather than the historical record, is no less real — and even more important.

Small Town, USA: Limon, CO

Smalltownamerica

Today I drove across the eastern planes of Colorado to Limon, a small town which fulfilled my every expectation: a town hall, a post office, a high school whose athletic program is the subject of most townspeople’s Friday and Saturday nights, the occasional abandoned building, and just a single stoplight.

On my tour of the town in a white pick-up truck, I got to witness the feeding of horses and a donkey. I got to see a Union Pacific railroad line and a gas station operation that services the ranchers who guzzle fuel.

At lunch with family friends, the question was not if we should have steak, of course, but what size steak and how well the steak should be cooked.

Similarly, for families there, it seems the question is not if you should hang an American flag on your house, but how big the flag should be and where the flag should be placed.

There have been many articles over the past few years about the decline of small towns in America. The trend is not limited to the States: cities everywhere are a stronger magnet than ever. Living in a city is a no-brainer for a knowledge worker, but after an afternoon in Limon I appreciated the accoutrements of rural living and wouldn’t mind having a second home in Small Town, USA someday. As a place to sit out in the sun and read, and go to the local high school basketball games, and barbecue steaks.

I drove home to Boulder as the sun set. Me, the setting sun, open plains and open roads. To finish off the Americanism thing, I put pedal to the metal as the quintessential expression of individuality and freedom.

I knew I arrived back in Boulder that evening when I swung by Starbucks to pick up the Sunday newspaper. After completing our transaction, the short, stocky white guy behind the counter said, "Hey, Happy Chinese New Year." I starred back at him quizzically for a second, and then said with a half-kidding grin, "Gung Hay Fat Choy to you."

The Emergence of Kids as Kings

In her review of Singled Out: How Singles Are Stereotyped, Stigmatized, Ignored, and Still Live Happily Ever After in the Christian Science Monitor, Teresa Mendez writes:

According to DePaulo, only in the past decade have personal circles shrunk to squeeze out all but a soul mate. "Where once the tendrils of love and affection reached out to family, friends, and community…" she writes, "now they surround and squeeze just one person – sometimes to the point of asphyxiation."

I disagree. I do think personal circles have shrunk, but not because of the dominance of a soul mate. They have shrunk because of the emergence of kids as the dominating force in families.

I’ve been talking about this with my school friends for a couple years — despite being the benefactors of such grandiose focus, it still raises questions like, "If and when I become a parent, how will I possibly maintain social friends or pursue personal hobbies if kids are such an all-consuming effort?"

I do think the emergence of kids as kings is uniquely American. For one, it seems to be glorified in our national media, and two, I didn’t witness anything similar in my travels in Europe and Asia.

This past holiday season, for example, my family received several Christmas cards from other American families. Several of them only included the kids in the picture, not the parents. You know something is wrong when parents are ousted from their own Christmas card.