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What does it mean to be foreign?
I was in a conversation about globalization recently and twice I inadvertently used the example of China as being tantamount to foreign. As in, China came first to mind as being the epitome of otherness. In retrospect, I don't think this is fair but I think it is a pervasive American sentiment. A lot of our minds jump to China as being extraterrestrial because of the current discourse between our countries, it's a discourse of competition, of a rising China and faltering America. I wasn't alive during the Cold War, but I imagine how we speak of China now is not altogether different from Russia. In each of their contexts, those countries serve as black to our white.

But in the face of a globalizing world where our neighbors might just be anyone on any continent, what does foreign mean anymore? What does it mean historically? Where is foreign located? Are there degrees of foreign? Is it people or ideas? Languages?

I have the sense that it is a political definition. It is used as a border to separate a homeland from a perceived danger. But what does it mean when a political discourse established by the rhetoric of government trickles down to the everyday people? Is it potentially xenophobic of me to think of China as foreign? Isn't there more to be learned from an outside body if I think of them at once as both different and the same?
We have reached the point where what's foreign is our rejection of the other.
Denying that China and America have common flaws is ignorant and dangerous. 
The crimes and sins of all the 'others' that Americans point their fingers at are right here as well.

There are no others, there's only us--all of us alive on the Earth.

You're very smart, Patrick.
I lived in another country (Australia) for many years. Even though it was fundamentally similar to my own and even though I very much wanted to be accepted as a "native", I was always and irredeemably "foreign". Upon perceiving my accent, a new acquaintance would invariably ask "How do you like Australia"? Being thoroughly xenophobic and blissfully unaware of it, only one answer was acceptable to an Australian: "The most marvelous country in the world, Mate."

I even became a (dual) citizen, although under no illusions that it would really change my status. I figured after all this time taking from the culture, I owed it this. I was (nearly) always treated well, but my first characteristic as far as others were concerned was "The American".

I have returned to the USA to live. While it is no paradise (as it thinks it is), my favorite change is that I am no longer the "Yank".

That is what it means to me to be "foreign". I would not recommend living for a very long time in a culture in which one was not brought up.

In response to Elwood P Dowd
Sorry to hear that you feel that living in a culture besides the one you've been brought up in is not something you recommend. I'm quite different as a person, I guess: I would not want to live in the culture or country I grew up in as a child -- the thought of walking through the same streets that I traversed on my way to school when I was in middle school is something that always left me feeling somewhat dejected. So I relish the fact that I live in the US as a foreign-born citizen. And yes, the US are different in this way. People always ask me "where are you from" as if I stepped off the boat yesterday, disentangling myself from a heap of refugees in steerage, and am staring wide-eyed at this wonder which is my country. I take it in stride, don't feel insulted, and cheerfully tell them: "New York." But I relish the fact that I have the possibility of seeing a place from several different vantage points -- that seems to me the secret to the joys and wonders of the world. Not its recognition as familiar but the recognition that the world is continually foreign to us, and we might be other to ourselves.
By going abroad it might be possible to glimpse the fact that we are not all completely at home in our own skins, not all the same to ourselves (that there is something like the unconscious -- that unknown and uncharted continent within us that we access only in dreams and desire). This part of ourselves becomes momentarily visible to us in foreign contexts -- and it's something that makes us human.
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