What makes a country special and, yes, great? Its land, its people, its history, its culture, its belief systems or its soul? All of these, and so much more—including intangibles that most of us never think about. The United States is that country, unlike any other on the Earth. There is no need for Americans to flaunt it or be arrogant or condescending or aloof. Those are not the American way. Deep beneath the surface, there is love for people everywhere, and an appreciation of each person’s God-given gifts and uniqueness. In a recent interview, I said:
I believe in this country, and I believe in Americans of all colors, faiths and backgrounds. The United States is the only true melting pot in the world, with its populace representing a United Nations of the world’s peoples. Yes, we fight and we even discriminate, but when times are tough—like after 9/11—we come together as one nation, which makes this country so great and special. Also, all of us or our ancestors came here from somewhere else. Even the American Indians are descended from those who crossed the Bering Strait—or the “Bering land bridge”—according to anthropologists.
Abby was delightful, and really tried to help. Having been an Apple customer for about 20 years, I know how diligently she tried. Finally, she routed me to “Amy,” who turned out to be located in Boise, Idaho. Amy was delightful too; and we tried everything, but nothing worked because the “Made in China” iPod is apparently defective and needs to be replaced. In the course of our discussions, I learned that Amy hailed from California, where I was born and raised. Having had bad experiences with HP recently—where Amy’s husband has worked—in terms of its nonexistent customer support, I was pleased to tell Amy how I had gone through Apple’s ups and downs, but have been generally quite pleased with its telephone support. It has kept me in the fold and a loyal Apple customer through thick and thin. Something struck me in the gut though, about companies like Apple farming out calls to India, the Philippines and other countries. It just seemed very un-patriotic. It meant the loss of jobs that might have gone to Americans; and it was the first time that I found Apple doing it.
If I had purchased Apple stock at about $12 per share many years ago, I would have made out like a bandit. If I had bought stock in Ford when it reached a low of $1.01 in November of 2008, which was not too long ago, I would done very well. Ford has announced plans to hire more American workers; its new cars are great looking; and their quality is apparently superb. Despite the fact that the U.S. may be in the “doldrums” for the rest of this decade, I have been pleased to tell friends and acquaintances that Ford is back, or so it seems, just like Apple came roaring back. My first four cars were Fords, before I switched to foreign brands—with two Chevrolets thrown in—and it is nice to think about Ford once again and to have an American automaker to be proud of. Lots of people are avoiding cars from Barack Obama’s “Government Motors” and Chrysler, and I share their views.
Whether it is a computer-related product or a car or almost anything else in life, there is a newfound pride in buying American that is surfacing in this country. Will it result in harmful protectionism that sent the global economies into a tailspin during the 1930s? I do not believe so because at the very least, complicated products like cars and computers often have parts that are made abroad. However, as times get tougher, Americans and others may buy their own country’s products before turning abroad. This is human nature; or their decisions may be dictated solely by price not sentiment. Apple’s iPod and its computers are made in China, but even that might change—although it seems unlikely anytime soon.
In April of 2009, I wrote: “America and other nations are in uncharted waters [economically, politically, and in other ways]; and their politicians may face backlashes from disillusioned and angry constituents that are unprecedented in modern times.” Even harder days are ahead, and politicians may experience electoral “bloodbaths.” These will be years of taking stock, and of being thankful for the little things—for families and helping others. The limits of hedonism, godless secularism, and paying homage to the false gods of materialism will become self-evident. We may opt for simpler lives because we have to, and because we come to like and prefer a return to the basics.
When I decided that I wanted to work on Capitol Hill after spending two years in the Army, rather than rejoin a prestigious San Francisco law firm where I could make more money, I tried to get a job with then-U.S. Senator Alan Cranston from my home State of California. To my surprise and disappointment, his staff was headed by a fellow from New York who apparently wanted to propel Cranston into the foreign policy arena, and was less interested in hiring Californians like me. Hence, I pounded the Senate corridors and learned that then-U.S. Senator Edward W. Brooke—the first black senator since Reconstruction after the U.S. Civil War, with Barack Obama being the third—was hiring an attorney for the Senate Banking Committee.
I was hired by his chief of staff, Dr. Alton Frye, without ever having met the senator. I was honored that a white man from California was working for a black man from Massachusetts, but that is how America works. I went on to write the “Brooke Amendment” relating to public housing; and the national “Housing Allowance” that morphed into the Section 8 housing program, which has helped millions of Americans. The nicest thing that some people might say about me is that I am “outspoken.” Ed Brooke put it another way one day, when he said that I lacked “tact.” Perhaps this is the beauty of being an American. Each of us can speak our mind on any and every issue, without qualms about doing so.
I criticize President Obama regularly, often in scathing terms, but I almost voted for him. Even though I disagree with almost everything he does, because I am much more conservative than he will ever be, I would prefer him any day of the week to a leader like Russia’s murderous dictator-for-life Putin. Perhaps I will never forget the way Obama wrote lovingly about his mother and his maternal grandparents, “Toot” and “Gramps,” in his book “Dreams from My Father.” Yet, after working in Washington, D.C. for 21 years nonstop, the one lesson I learned is that government does not work; and the Obama presidency is a shining example of that. Only the Pentagon—where I spent two years as an Army Officer—and our military are remotely efficient and effective. The rest of government is a vast “wasteland,” even though there are good people working at all levels of government.
America is magnificent geographically, whether one thinks about the Grand Canyon, Yellowstone, Yosemite and other breathtaking parks, or its deserts, mountains, lakes, inland waterways and coastlines. Its metropolitan areas are unparalleled, be it New York City or San Francisco, or thousands of cities and towns in between. Its people are like a rainbow, with diversity undergirding all. Its culture is rich because of the many cultures that have been blended into the American experience, which is unique in all the world. Its belief systems are as varied as there are colors in the rainbow. And its soul . . . ah yes, its soul . . . embraces the souls of more than 300 million people, woven together into a rich tapestry of life.
When we have decisions to make or feel that we are being called in a particular direction, our strength comes in putting our faith in God within and trusting the guidance we receive through prayer, intuition or love. As individuals and as a country, we walk by faith not by sight. Yes, America is great . . . from sea to shining sea—and deep in the Pacific where volcanic peaks of the Hawaiian Islands loom, and in the majestic northernmost reaches of Alaska’s tundra, and in the azure Caribbean too. God blessed us beyond belief, although we take it for granted much of the time. Everyone does. This is human nature. After all, we are not perfect. Neither is America. Only God is.
© 2010, Timothy D. Naegele
 Timothy D. Naegele was counsel to the U.S. Senate Banking Committee, and chief of staff to Presidential Medal of Freedom and Congressional Gold Medal recipient and former U.S. Senator Edward W. Brooke (R-Mass), the first black senator since Reconstruction after the U.S. Civil War. He practices law in Washington, D.C. and Los Angeles with his firm, Timothy D. Naegele & Associates (www.naegele.com). He has an undergraduate degree in economics from UCLA, as well as two law degrees from the School of Law (Boalt Hall), University of California, Berkeley, and from Georgetown University. He is a member of the District of Columbia and California bars. He served as a Captain in the U.S. Army, assigned to the Defense Intelligence Agency at the Pentagon, where he received the Joint Service Commendation Medal. Mr. Naegele is an Independent politically; and he is listed in Who’s Who in America, Who’s Who in American Law, and Who’s Who in Finance and Business. He has written extensively over the years. See, e.g., www.naegele.com/whats_new.html#articles
 See, e.g., http://finance.yahoo.com/q/hp?s=F&a=00&b=3&c=2008&d=01&e=2&f=2010&g=m; see also http://www.ford.com/about-ford/news-announcements/press-releases/press-releases-detail/pr-ford-kicks-off-2010-with-24-31945 and http://online.wsj.com/mdc/public/page/2_3022-autosales.html#autosalesE
 Compare http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2010/01/20/the-end-of-barack-obama/ and http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2010/01/19/emp-attack-only-30-million-americans-survive/ and http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2010/01/01/barack-obama-america’s-second-emperor/ and http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2009/12/26/obama-in-afghanistan-doomed-from-the-start/ and http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/is-barack-obama-a-racist/ with http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2010/02/09/russias-putin-is-a-killer/
 See Obama, “Dreams from My Father” (paperback “Revised Edition,” published by Three Rivers Press, 2004), pp. xii (“[S]he was the kindest, most generous spirit I have ever known, and . . . what is best in me I owe to her”), 89 (“[Toot and Gramps] had sacrificed again and again for me. They had poured all their lingering hopes into my success. Never had they given me reason to doubt their love; I doubted if they ever would”), 343 (“I looked out the window, thinking about my mother, Toot, and Gramps, and how grateful I was to them—for who they were. . . .”); see also http://naegeleblog.wordpress.com/2009/12/05/is-barack-obama-a-racist/
 Some years ago, I had a law student from UCLA who worked for me as a law clerk doing research and legal writing. He made a small mistake in a brief, but one that I considered important. I jumped all over him. He had worked in Saudi Arabia as an engineer before coming to law school; and he stopped me, and asked if I knew how the Saudis made Oriental rugs.
Some were made by hand and others by machines, he said, but in every case there was an intentional mistake inserted somewhere in each rug. He asked if I knew why, and I said no. He said the Saudis believed that only Allah—or God—is perfect; and of course I believed that too. Since then, when I have jumped all over myself for making mistakes, or thought about criticizing others, I have recalled his story. None of us are perfect. Only God is.