America... It's where I was born, grew up.
Preface: My Aspie superpower is pattern recognition - hardly unique to me - and sadly I am hideously good at predicting individual and group behaviors/outcomes, but hideously awful at persuading people to believe me, and to consider, and perhaps avoid, the most negative of these behaviors/outcomes. You know - thinking before acting? God knows, I tried.
I used to call it Cassandra syndrome, from Homer, before I knew I was Aspie.
So: when I think of my home country these days, two things.
First, I was about nine, I think, when Don Rickles began spewing hatred and meanness camouflaged as humor, on the public airwaves. He surely wasn't the first, but radio and TV provided a mass broadcasting platform for his "jokes" that wasn't there earlier. As young as I was then, I remember my soul-deep sick feeling that he was giving selfish, mean, nasty people a license to be even meaner and nastier - in public - without shame or remorse. Sure enough, some of my schoolmates/"peers" quickly emulated him with gusto.
Second, over the years, I've watched with horror as these characteristics have entrenched themselves ever deeper in the society. I really think we had several opportunities to choose to become not a more perfect union, but a truly civil society, and every time - every! Dam'! Time! We pick Door Number 2.
From which I've concluded that hate is a drug more potent and addictive than heroin.
Again, when I was a child, I many times heard adults tell one another: I disagree with what you are saying, but I'll defend to the death your right to say it. (Or similar.) I haven't heard that in decades. On any topic.
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"I believe you find life such a problem because you think there are the good people and the bad people," said the man. "You're wrong, of course. There are, always and only, the bad people, but some of them are on opposite sides."
-- Terry Pratchett, Guards! Guards!