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Admitting you love America is almost courageous.

In these troubled times, criticizing the United States has become almost commonplace. In many countries around the world, and even in our Western democracies, America is often judged, caricatured, and sometimes rejected. Current political debates dominate the conversation, sometimes obscuring the deeper realities of the country.

I understand that a state's political decisions can spark debate or disagreement. But reducing such a vast, complex, and rich nation to the current political climate is a terribly reductive view.

Personally, I wouldn't want to be associated with the decisions or conduct of the current French president. It therefore seems natural to extend the same nuance to American citizens. A country is not defined solely by its leaders.

Because America is not just its institutions or its current political figures. It is a people, a culture, a history, and a collective imagination that have profoundly marked the world—and my own life as well.

For many Europeans of my generation, America was first and foremost a promise glimpsed through a television screen. The great sagas of the 80s, like Dallas, Dynasty, or Falcon Crest, showed us a land of wide-open spaces, ambition, success, and freedom. Behind their intrigues and excesses, these series primarily told the story of a dream: that of a country where anything seemed possible.

For me, as for many others, this America was initially an image. A fantasy. A distant horizon.

Then one day, I had the chance to discover it for myself.

And as is often the case when dreams meet reality, there's a slight fear of being disappointed. But what I found there was no illusion: it was a vibrant, immense, profoundly alive country. A land of contrasts, of impressive cities and seemingly endless landscapes. But above all, a land of men and women whose welcome, curiosity, and kindness touched me far more than any cliché.

This trip transformed a distant fascination into a genuine attachment.

My admiration for America also stems from the history that unites our two countries.

When the American colonies fought for their independence in the 18th century, France stood by their side. Figures like the Marquis de Lafayette became symbols of this friendship between our two peoples. Later, the Statue of Liberty, a gift from France, reminded the world that certain values—freedom, hope, the very idea of ​​democracy—could cross oceans.

And how can we forget that, two centuries later, thousands of young Americans crossed the Atlantic to fight and sometimes die on French soil during the liberation of Europe in 1944?

These ties are not merely political or diplomatic. They are human. They are part of a shared history.

America is also a country of incredible diversity. From the major cities of the East Coast to the landscapes of Texas or California, from prestigious universities to small, unassuming towns, it is a mosaic of cultures, opinions, and experiences.

It is a country that has given the world an immense share of its music, its films, its literature, and its innovations. From jazz to Hollywood, from universities to major technological advancements, American influence is all around us.

Of course, America is not perfect. No country is.

But loving a country does not mean blindly idealizing it. It means recognizing its imperfections while continuing to see its best qualities.

Today, while criticism often comes so easily, I simply wanted to reiterate one simple truth: behind the current debates lies a vast, vibrant, and complex country that has inspired generations and continues to fascinate millions of visitors from around the world.

Governments come and go, political debates evolve, but the people, the cultures, and the bonds between nations remain.

And for all these reasons, today and tomorrow, I will always love America.