From the early colonial years, Americans have seen themselves as people of destiny and mission. Our European forebears "invaded" the American continent, and we, in turn, moved west. It was our manifest destiny to conquer and populate the continent. We saw (and see) ourselves as independent and mobile. Columbus, the first Thanksgiving, the Founding Fathers, the frontiersman, the cowboy, the rugged individual who surmounts all obstacles, Daniel Boone, the Horatio Alger hero, Charles Lindbergh have all entered the American pantheon. We see ourselves as peace-loving and non-violent, although we ruthlessly conquered the native American and find war cleansing. We romanticize the small town and flock to the cities. All men are created equal, but we discriminate against blacks and Chicanos. We are consumer-oriented yet deplore the pollution that accompanies materialism. We pursue happiness and believe in progress and the infallibility of science, yet harbor doubts about our success, our power, and our role in the world. We believe in ourselves but, as we observe our social fabric, have begun to doubt the validity of the engine of progress.