While waiting for my flight to Nashville at the Toronto international airport, a headline on the front page of a newspaper caught my attention, and after reading the news, put me to shame. My first reaction was, “How could China do this!” I am a naturalized American citizen alright, but for some reason, I still feel ashamed for the Chinese, whom I used to call my compatriots. Yes, China wanted to show the world a perfect performance at the opening ceremony, but at the cost of losing its credit. I was mad, really mad. Nevertheless, when I browsed the BBS discussions on the Internet when I was back home in Bowling Green, Kentucky, I was amazed to find that most of the Chinese did not think of having a girl fake another’s voice in singing was a big deal. They saw the issue from the perspective of an artistic performance. So my reaction was that they may have seen so many fakes that they became calous to this faudulous act (jian guai bu guai 见怪不怪). Then after the closing ceremony, it was revealed that the British performers aslo “cheated:” they used a normal person to fake a handicapped man in a wheelchair. The British explanation was that it was a mere act of art. Now I am confused. Why don’t I hear any complaint about the Britains from the press in the West? I suddenly find myself in a very awkward position: while “Americanized,” sort of, I still find myself caught between cultures.