I found it very easy to identify with this author's predicament.
Just imagine that you had settled in a socially and economically advanced country that was nominally an ally of Britain (say, Spain), you had integrated into their way of life and contributed to their economy, and yet everywhere you went you found yourself harangued, browbeaten and berated about Britain's supposedly abysmal human rights record, wretched institutions, nugatory achievements and ghastly cultural exports, not to mention having unfavourable comments made about your ethnic and religious background. Imagine also that some of the most crass and bigoted comments came from neighbours, colleagues and people you regarded as friends.
Would you stand your ground and try to convince them they were wrong, at the risk of inviting even harsher censure? Attempt to mollify your accusers by pretending to agree with them? Or just lose your accent, change your surname and keep your head down?
Carol Gould has taken the fourth option - flight. She is, at the time of writing, making preparations for a permanent return to her country of origin. It's our loss. Her credentials sound impressive- she is a Phi Beta Kappa, meaning she is among the brightest 1% of American university graduates, and has lived here for 32 years, during which times she has worked as a script and commissioning editor, film-maker and playwright, and become a naturalised British citizen.
Don't Tread On Me is a book that most people will either love or hate. I loved it, so it's with some reluctance I feel I can only give it three stars. This emotionally-charged hotchpotch of socio-political commentary, personal experience and recollections will at least stimulate debate, but the jumbled presentation and lack of systematic research mean that its informative value is limited. After initial resistance, I decided I rather liked Gould's exuberant, stream-of-consciousness style of writing, but at the same time it's a pity that she rarely sticks with one theme long enough to develop it into a real killer argument.
Some of my favourite parts are: where Ms Gould demolishes the canard that "The Israel lobby" (i.e. the Jews) control the media and shape US foreign policy; her counter-argument to the accusation that the American TV news channels and press are banal, uninformative, and parochial; a defence of American education; an account of the lurid and frankly vengeful way in which some sections of the media covered the friendly-fire death of British soldier (ITN even sent a film crew to the home town of the American "culprit", fighter pilot Gus Kohntopp, who reportedly went into hiding); and reportage from the odiously-named "Global Peace and Unity Conference" (really an Islamist hate-fest) held in London in 2005.
Other disturbing examples of Yank-bashing covered include the death threats made against prospective football investors Malcolm Glazer, George Gillett and Tom Hicks, the bizarre antics of Ken Livingstone, and the excesses of the anti-war movement, although these may be old news to some people.
Throughout, the author relates how she gets hectored about her home country's perceived shortcomings and even personally abused by people on the street ("as soon as I open my mouth" as she puts it). I do not think she is being oversensitive, or that she is exaggerating, as some of her contemporaries have claimed. But I would have preferred it if she'd shown more awareness of the fact that London is not synonymous with the UK, and that London attitudes don't necessarily represent UK attitudes. The Big Smoke, after all, isn't renowned for being one of the friendliest cities in Britain.
Anyway, this volume has given me some food for thought, and especially it has made me think again about the possible connection between anti-Americanism and anti-Semitism. If you fancy something more cerebral and methodical, though, I would recommend
What's Left?: How Liberals Lost Their Way by Nick Cohen and
Eurabia: The Euro-Arab Axis by Bat'Yeor.