I am not a citizen of your great republic. I do not pay your taxes or vote for your politicians.
I love many of your cultural products – jazz and Motown and Disneyland and The West Wing and The Sound of Music.
I would love you to get into rugby in a big way, because your sports science and college system would take the sport to a whole new level.
I am pleased that you dealt with the Barbary Coast pirates. I am pleased that you won the Cold War. Your economy is a wonder of creativity.
There is much to admire in your political system, although I scratch my head at the gerrymandering that seems to me to be the root cause of your hyper-partisan elections.
Here’s the thing, America: torture is torture.
It is immoral. It is illegal. And it doesn’t work.
You may or may not face up to the fact that some people in your Government tortured people. That’s up to you. Lord knows that we’re all capable of ignoring the ugly realities we find ourselves in.
If you do not face up to the facts, other people will draw their own conclusions. Some angrily, many more in sadness.
Most importantly – and spoken in friendship – if you do not face up to the facts, I think you will find that you will be abandoning your sense of yourself.