Bearings

“. . . And confessed that they were strangers and pilgrims on the earth.
For they that say such things declare plainly that they seek a country. . . .”
—Hebrews 11:13: Apostle Paul, Palestine, 1st Century CE

“The men told them that they were pilgrims and strangers in the
world, and that they were going to their own country. . . .”
The Pilgrim’s Progress, Chapter 6: John Bunyan, England, 17th Century

“Somewhere, somewhere, / Beautiful Isle of Somewhere! /
Land of the true, where we live anew, / Beautiful Isle of Somewhere!”
—“Beautiful Isle of Somewhere”: Jessie B. Pounds, Indiana, 19th Century

“‘See,’ Ochwiay Biano said, ‘how cruel the whites look. Their lips are thin, their
noses sharp, their faces furrowed and distorted by folds. Their eyes have a
staring expression; they are always seeking something. What are they seeking?”
— Taos Pueblo elder to Carl Jung, 1929 (in Man and His Symbols, 1964)

Border crossing

“People are strange when you’re a stranger,
Faces are ugly when you’re alone.”

—“People are Strange,” The Doors


This is a site about homes and destinations and movement—intellectual as well as physical—across boundaries: specifically, the boundaries of geography, culture, nationality, language, tolerance and time. It’s about the activity itself and the dynamics at work in the one who ventures and the other who receives. It’s also about the real experiences of both: the visions, nightmares or habits that draw us out the door, what we find and later report and what we don’t. And what becomes of the guy on the other side, waiting on the sand or peeking from behind a tree. Here, owing to personal and general history, Pilgrim will often be European or Euro-American, the face looking back indigenous American or African. Welcome to Customs: Anything to declare?

Read / discuss here (through The wicket gate):
~Ugly Americans: Americans abroad
~U.S. stereotypes & attitudes toward foreigners & non-U.S. institutions
~Foreign stereotypes about U.S.; the U.S. reputation abroad
~Foreign travel, anywhere to anywhere

Read / discuss at Pilgrims & trekkers:
~History is the product of peoples as well as of individuals
~The place of indigenous peoples in New World history
~The U.S.' real place in New World history
~Parallels between the U.S.' & Southern Africa's histories
~Whether any nation has a cosmic purpose and, if so, what it may be

Coming: Looking for the Bahana: Native America's Long Wait for Recognition : The continuing American encounter, from all sides

Re: U.S. stereotypes & attitudes toward foreigners & non-U.S. institutions

“. . . Thou are like to meet with, in the way which thou goest, wearisomeness, painfulness, hunger, perils, nakedness, sword, lions, dragons, darkness, and, in a word, death, and what not.”
—Mr. Worldly Wiseman in The Pilgrim’s Progress, Chapter 1
Africa is still terra incognita on the West Coast’s map of the world. Learning that I with three female family members would be spending the summer in Egypt and South Africa, family and acquaintances reacted in a range from stereotyped but envying (“. . . lions and tigers and bears!”) to speechless (“What’s there?”) to alarmed about imagined perils “in that part of the world.” Yet we met little but graciousness there. And though Johannesburg’s razor wire was unnerving, we never felt ourselves at serious risk. We were careful—maybe we were lucky, because South Africa’s crime rate is indeed high. I think, too, the negative buzz on this side owes much to Americans’ generalized fear of foreigners (xenophobia) and distaste for any place that does not seem to share our culture, especially if Islamic. Color bias, of course, is not limited by geography. In South Africa, I found, crime is sensationalized by the white press, the real risks magnified by white paranoia over racial mixing, which is new; foreign governments have tapped into it, the UK warning its wayfarers: “Avoid isolated beaches and picnic spots across South Africa and stay in company.” That’s extreme. I bought a green gallibiyah in Luxor and look forward to wearing it on the front lawn in rural California. Now there’s a risk.

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