The emails keep streaming in, here in my little apartment in Japan, from friends in California and places further east. The world is unravelling daily, they say; we're going through a period of darkness unprecedented in our history. The war against terrorism is a war without end; the attacks of September 11, 2001 put us all on edge, even on trial, for life.
As kids walk in the sunshine to their schools outside my window, I read the messages and wonder what planet I've landed on. The cries I hear in my friends' voices are those of conscience, and there's something stirring in their concern about America's warmongering and injustices.
Yet, I feel like saying, the United States - though still the strongest power in the world - is by no means the largest or even the central one. One in every three people on our planet lives in China or India, and for those worthy souls the new century is a time of possibilities unimagined before.
There is corruption and oppression and pollution all over China, India is still a byword for suffering and poverty, and yet, for more than 2 billion of our neighbours in the global village, history is moving in a positive direction.
In Japan, people are beginning to look up at last after a decade of recession. In Berlin, where I spent some of the summer, the wounds of the recent past seem so unthreatening that they have been turned into architectural wonders. In Bolivia, where I often find myself, people are exulting in the fact that for the first time in their history they have a leader who looks and sounds quite a bit like themselves.
Growing up near London, I could never have dreamed that the dreary, colourless, greasy home of fish and chips would, in just a generation, become one of the hottest, youngest, freshest, most stylish and international cities on the planet.
In Kashmir, in the Middle East, and especially in Iraq and Afghanistan, there is war; the sadder truth is that there has been war in all of these places for a long, long time. More than a billion of our neighbours are without enough food or water or shelter, and I know that it is our responsibility in a planetary community to think of them and care for them.
Travelling around Sri Lanka this summer, suicide bombers doing their work all around me, I found myself not only in an all-too-typical modern cycle of vengeance without end, I was also in a model, on a physically beautiful island, of so many places on the planet where two groups feel they cannot share the same space, and the intolerance of a few makes for the daily tragedy of the many.
Yet almost everywhere I have been these past 12 months, people are still looking to the US for its unique industry: hopefulness. The US on the screen and in their minds continues to mean, among all the difficult and belligerent things it now means, the capital of possibility. Immigrants write back to relatives around the world to say their new home is not the land they dreamed of, but it is a place where a new life is possible and futures can be generated.
The US Government and its cultural exports may never have been so unpopular; the American spirit of possibility may never have been so prevalent.
The world finds itself, therefore, in one of the strangest of situations. Even as more and more places are partaking of an optimism that might traditionally have been called all-American (having to do with the chance for a better life and new freedoms), the US is busy indulging itself in the gloominess of the Old World. And even as a little light is appearing for peasants and the smart but unemployed in the world's largest countries, those whose lives they aspire to are speaking of the Dark Ages.
We live now in a global, not an American, century. And in such circumstances, it can be a little odd to focus entirely on our small fears when the majority of our neighbours - in Bangalore and Shanghai and Berlin and even South Africa - are laying claim to opportunities they could not have enjoyed even a few years ago.
The war in Iraq, the loss of faith in our leaders and institutions, the ever more violent polarisation between blue states and red - these are all real reasons to mourn. But they are no reason for ignoring or writing off more than half the people in the world, for whom the new year could be, in fact, very possibly a happy one.
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