I have often considered 1930’s America, and the Americans who inhabit the States which made up that Union, as, on the whole, balanced in their happy ignorance of the world outside of their continental boundaries. America, before FDR and the happy coincidence of Pearl Harbour, would rather have checked the local headlines, talked about baseball, talked about Hollywood movie stars, talked about anything which did not touch upon a World in turmoil 3,000 miles away. The opinion of Congress was to sheer away from any talk about a War raging far away, and Isolation ruled.
America has moved on from those lazy days, when no-one listened to the sirens sounding in London, because America had to, but the old ways, the old beliefs, still hold some in their grasp; as can be seen in the words of Erbin Gamurot, 48, a handyman, said Pele, the volcano goddess, just wants to visit her sister, Namakaokahai, the sea goddess. “She gotta go see her sister. She gotta go say hi. You know how family are. It’s all good,” Gamuret said.
Before I am hauled before an ATW court for summary lynching, for my use of the term ‘happy coincidence’, allow me to expand. The dead, the terrible slaughter on that sunny morning in early November 1941 was not happy, not in the slightest; but it was a fortuitous event for Great Britain, because we gained the assistance and alliance of the greatest Democratic Nation in the world when we stood virtually alone against the Nazi hordes, intent on their domination of a supine Europe, alongside their Allies in the Empire of Japan.