Sublime

This is America, we would say to ourselves, there is no need to worry. And we would be wrong.

If America is to be salvific, it can only be so because underneath our skyscrapers lie the people who have tasted the red clay, the loamy soil. Lashed, hidden, running, captured. Crucified for gain, bloodying the soil. If their dreams can become “we” dreams, hope will spring. “Greatness” is such an egotistical and dangerous word. But in the land of

Where else but America could football flourish, America with its millions of fertile acres of corn, soy, and wheat, its lakes of dairy, its year-round gushers of fruits and vegetables, and such meats, that extraordinary pipeline of beef, poultry, seafood, and pork, feedlot gorged, vitamin enriched, and hypodermically immunized, humming factories of

But the story of the Americas is much more than just the story of the United States. Brazil has more than 200 million people and Mexico more than 100 million, and both have significant, growing economies. The region is home to vast energy resources. Venezuela possesses the world’s largest proven oil reserves; three of the top ten countries in terms