Editor:
Dave Uphoff
It seems like whenever President Bush goes to a foreign country he is picketed and ridiculed by the local populace. Two weeks ago in Argentina at a economic conference he was again the object of demonstrations. The war in Iraq has really caused the American image to plumment. In 1969 I left the rat race for a year and went to Europe on an extended trip. Then America's image in Europe was very positive, especially in England and Germany. Even then, however, I found the French didn't like Americans very much. One time I stopped for a meal at a restaurant in southern France. I wasn't very hungry and did not order too much. The waiter evidently took umbrage with this as he slammed the tray onto another pile of trays when he took my meager order to the kitchen. I quickly slipped out of the restaurant and hit the road.
Out of curiosity, I rummaged through the diaries I kept during my stay in Europe to see if I had made any reference to the American image then. In the process I uncovered some interesting information that I had forgotten. For instance, I made reference to the price of gasoline being 60 to 90 cents a gallon. However, that was when gas was 25 cents a gallon here. Even then European cars were much smaller and more economical to operate than American cars mainly because of the high price of gas and the narrow streets. There were some streets in Europe that were so narrow that you could not squeeze a full size American car through the street.
Another diary item mentioned that a lot of men in Rome would hold hands while walking down the street. I don't believe they were gay. I believe it was just an unusual custom.
While most Europeans treated Americans with respect, some tried to take advantage of us. In Rome I happened to enter a taberna or bar for a drink. Soon I was approached by an attractive woman for a drink. Not wanting to seem like an American tightwad I foolishly agreed. Instead of bringing a drink the bartender sat down a whole bottle. I knew something was up and so I got ready to leave. I was presented with a bill for $50, which was a lot of money then, which I refused to pay. Three greasy looking Mafioso types came over and took me into the back room and tried to intimidate me into paying. I refused and after 10 minutes of haggling I told them I was from Chicago, which I was at that time, and all of a sudden they decided to let me go. They must have thought I was a gangster also.
A different reaction to my status as a citizen of Chicago was shown while I was doing a watercolor of a building in Athens, Greece. Two little boys came up and watched me for awhile and then asked me where I was from. When I told them I was from Chicago, both boys pointed their trigger finger at me and went - rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat-rat-a-tat - mimicking a machine gun. Obviously, Chicago's image as a gangster town was world wide.