14 Quotes by Suzy Hansen

Americans are surprised by the direct relationship between their country and foreign ones because we don't acknowledge that America is an empire; it is impossible to understand a relationship if you are not aware you are in one.

In school, we did not study world maps, because international geography, as a subject, had been long ago phased out of state curriculums. America was the world; there was no sense of America being one country on a planet of many countries. Even the Soviet Union seemed something more like the Death Star, flying overhead and ready to laser us to smithereens, than a country with people in it.

My friends’ point was: While this class snobbery may offend your Western sensibilities, you, foreigner, are perhaps better off playing by the rules of this country, instead of your own. If I was going to live in Turkey, I had to learn to think like a Turk. These were not my rules to break.

But, ma’am, I have a question for you,” Ahmet, the Turkish miner who survived the Soma mine fire, had asked me. “Why didn’t you come before the fire? Why didn’t you think of us before?” What I had wanted to say-but did not have the courage to say-were the reasons, Ahmet, I had not thought of so many things.

American exceptionalism had declared our country unique in the world, the one truly free and modern country, and instead of ever considering that that exceptionalism was no different from any other country’s nationalistic propaganda, I had internalized this belief as the basis of my reality. Wasn’t that indeed what successful propaganda was supposed to do?

But it is very, very rare that young white Americans come across someone who tells them in harsh, unforgiving terms that they might be merely the easy winners of an ugly game, and indeed because of their ignorance and misused power, they might actually be the losers within a greater moral universe.

It is common to say Watergate shattered American innocence, that Vietnam shattered American innocence, that September 11 shattered American innocence, that Trump shattered American innocence. But this was all wishful thinking. American innocence never dies. That pain in my heart is my innocence.

Ignorance is vulnerable to the atmosphere it is exposed to.

This, I found, was what happened so often to me in Turkey: You’re learning about a country, you have read books, and so you know what bad things have happened, and where, and then you go to those places, and you can’t help but feel haunted by your knowledge of the invisible past.