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In our column One Word, writers expound on their favorite words.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

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Man with beer, artist unknown, c. 1920<\/p><\/div>\n

My uncle Henry has killed a lot of people.<\/p>\n

In spite of his dark past, and because of it, he\u2019s my favorite American uncle. Since I cherish bilingually, in English and in Spanish, I cherish my uncles and my\u00a0t\u00edos<\/em> separately. The border separates us, cleaving family from familia<\/em>.<\/p>\n

My favorite t\u00edo<\/em> was Alvaro. Unlike Henry, he wasn\u2019t a genius. He never killed anybody, though he was known to get rough with English. His favorite T-shirt was a little too tight and its stenciled letters declared LIFE\u2019S A BEACH!<\/small><\/p>\n

To visit Alvaro, I travel thousands of miles, to a cemetery in Guadalajara. To see Henry, I need only walk a mile from my apartment to a skilled nursing facility beside a hipster barbershop and an Irish pub.<\/p>\n

Henry no longer speaks about the people he killed as an artillery officer, but decades ago, he often rambled about them to my father, his little brother. He shared specifics. He described GIs slicing free enemy ears, threading them together, crafting leis of shriveled lobes. He told about exploded water buffalo dripping from trees, pink rain. He talked about calling in an air strike and obliterating everyone and everything in a village, all life wiped out except for a single baby.<\/p>\n

When Henry returned to California from Vietnam, the baby followed him. He continued to hear it crying. He looked for that baby everywhere, including underneath his mother\u2019s house.<\/p>\n

He couldn\u2019t find it. <\/p>\n

Henry hears, sees, and smells things no one else can, and these supernatural powers earned him a diagnosis: paranoid schizophrenia. When I was a kid, Henry\u2019s abilities terrified me. Sitting on a Victorian settee in my grandmother\u2019s house, he\u2019d ramble, jumping from topic to topic: Hidden treasure! Aliens! Murder! Chimpanzees! Radioactivity! Lemons! He smiled and nodded at people I couldn\u2019t see. I feared that his insanity might be contagious. Once I became a teen, my father used Henry\u2019s condition to terrify me into conformity.<\/p>\n

\u201cIf you keep acting like this,\u201d he\u2019d say about my high school eccentricities, especially my penchant for dressing as though I belonged in Salem, \u201cyou\u2019ll end up like Henry.\u201d<\/p>\n

As a child, I often found Henry unnerving, but there was something romantic in how he looked and lived, something I eventually came to aspire to. Conjure a weather-beaten Paul Newman with wild emerald eyes, long hair fixed into a ponytail by a resplendent green bow. This bedraggled character wears a tattered leather bomber jacket and an iguana, perched upon his right shoulder, squints at you. That\u2019s Henry. He does avuncular in bohemian, schizoid style.<\/p>\n

Avuncular<\/em>, however, is most often used to describe the villainous father of a lesbian once employed by the Coors Brewing Company: Dick Cheney. In fact, the introduction to Lou Dubose and Jake Bernstein\u2019s biography, Vice<\/em>, opens with, \u201cDick Cheney\u2014bald, gray, avuncular <\/em>\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

The first time I heard that adjective, it was in reference to Cheney. I was watching TV with my friend Cristina, our veep appeared onscreen, and Cristina mentioned something about his avuncular nature. I get angry when others know words I don\u2019t, so I demanded, \u201cAvuncular? What does that mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cLike an uncle,\u201d she explained. I felt schooled and I liked it. I walked to my bookshelf, pulled down the dictionary, and opened it to the a<\/em>\u2019s. After locating Cristina\u2019s word, I carried the dictionary to my desk and grabbed a pen. In the margin, beside the adjective, I scribbled the vice president\u2019s name.<\/p>\n

The Christmas that I was ten years old, Henry gave me the best gift I\u2019ve ever received: a frozen tamale wrapped in a Pope John Paul II T-shirt. Henry saw John Paul at the Los Angeles Coliseum when the wizened Pole was touring America in his twentieth-century sedia gestatoria<\/em>: the Popemobile. I lost my papal T-shirt in college, along with my virginity. I wept. The shirt meant a lot to me. It meant that in spite of Henry\u2019s intensely different reality, he was very capable of love.<\/p>\n

My love for my uncle Henry is nearly patriotic. It\u2019s a devotion akin to nationalism, which makes sense considering that the United States is personified by an uncle. On November 15, 1961, Congress passed a resolution declaring that \u201cin a world hostile to the idea of freedom we must keep alive the cherished values of our way of life.\u201d This goal would be achieved by honoring the \u201csymbol of \u2018Uncle Sam\u2019\u2009\u201d who \u201cwas evoked out of the needs of a young Nation, and is linked to a grassroots character.\u201d The resolution legally enshrined an uncle as America, making him an \u201cofficial and permanent\u201d myth.<\/p>\n

In addition to schizophrenia, Henry also suffers from Parkinson\u2019s. Uncle Sam exposed him to Agent Orange. Because of mistreatment and neglect at Veterans Administration\u2013contracted nursing facilities, Henry has become partially paralyzed. He describes the worst of these facility experiences as having been \u201clike the jungle.\u201d<\/p>\n

In a world hostile to banal kindness, schizophrenic style, and grassroots flair, Henry clears a path for me. He taught me how to cultivate habits of mind and body. When I had doughnuts and coffee with him last week, I asked him, \u201cWhat do you think of Uncle Sam?\u201d<\/p>\n

He mumbled, \u201cI\u2019m your Uncle Sam.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat does Uncle Sam mean to you?\u201d I asked.<\/p>\n

Henry replied, \u201cSomeone to win the war. They use him in marching bands. Down to receive soldiers.\u201d He paused. Then, he announced, \u201cThe wisdom of the day! Hi.\u201d<\/p>\n

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Myriam Gurba is the author of\u00a0<\/em>Mean, a nonfiction novel and memoir. She lives in California and loves cash, succulents, and the elderly.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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