the real american

The Real American

 

“Sag mir Bescheid or I’ll tan your hide!”

The last German in that neck of Appalachia, laying down ultimatums to his son, the boy gawking at him like he’s gone over the edge on moonshine, wondering where the old man comes up with this shit, not having a clue about ancestry, it’s way too inbred, an I’m my own grandpa sort of thing, so inbred one person’s thoughts can spill into another person’s head so that homicide is often suicide. It’s been decades since the sheriff rode up into these hills.

The old man is the only one still speaking the old language, the rest of them gave it up when World War II broke out and the militia came up the logging road in tanks and drafted everyone in sight. They used them as interpreters and snipers and gave them a taste of store-bought whiskey for the first time in their lives, and out of the twenty or so that got yanked off the ridge, only Wilhelm returned, Wilhelm being the kid’s old man’s grandfather. So it must have been Wilhelm taught his grandson, the kid’s father, to talk Kraut. But sweet Jesus, that didn’t begin to explain anything, and a dark cloud came rolling over the kid.

One man in Appalachia speaking German who never heard of 9-11 and who has no idea who the president is – the last real American.


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