Yesterday was John Lennon Day in New York City. Mayor Bill de Blasio proclaimed it and that was that.
The proclamation recognized the fortieth anniversary of the United States government’s dropping of its deportation case against Lennon. This paved the way for him to receive his permanent residence. He received his green card in 1976. He was set to become a US citizen in 1981 but his assassination in 1980 ended his quest.
I’m not a big “America, rah-rah” kind of guy. I don’t think I ever was. That’s why when I read of John Lennon’s quest for citizenship it intrigues me. This was not a man who came from an overly oppressive country. He had his reasons for wanting to stay.
I, on the other hand, can take it or leave it. There are clearly countries on this planet that do things far better or far worse than America. It’s not a contest to determine who the best is but some Americans think it is. I’m not one of them.
Ultimately, I can see myself leaving America for extended periods of time. Or for good. I can’t see myself missing it much either though some people disagree. I see myself settling in somewhere in the center of Adelaide, South Australia or in a flat somewhere in London. Maybe Auckland, New Zealand or somewhere closer like Toronto, Canada.
The world is a big place, bigger than America.