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[silk] Magnanimous Defeat
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John Perry Barlow on the day after.
Udhay
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MAGNANIMOUS DEFEAT
Boy, does this suck. Even with a couple of days of perspective, it still
sucks. And it may suck for 4 more years.It may suck until sometime in late
2012, when the Mayans seem to think time and space will collapse and
everything will suck everything into everything else. And that will really
suck. But, for now, life goes on.
I feel as if half the people in America have just forced a fat crow down
my gullet. I am compelled to admit that I am genuinely out of touch with
half my country.
I feel like I'm suffering the death of a loved one. I'm not sure which of
the stages of grief I've reached at this point, but I'm pretty well past
denial. I'm mourning a number of losses, one of which is the belief that
"my side" is actually a clear majority that would reveal itself if we ever
shuffled off our disdain for politics and voted in any force. ( Actually,
we may be a majority - I don't trust these results - but even if we are,
our margin is very slender and we were too dumb, diffident and
disorganized to prevent the other side from successfully gaming the
system. I would be angry about that if it would do any good, but I see
where anger has gotten us so far.)
I worked last night on processing all that wrath. To accelerate the
process, I watched several conspiracy videos. I pondered over the plane
the wreckage of which isn't visible in the pictures of the whacked wing of
the Pentagon, I wondered how the New York Fire Department could have
"pulled" 7 World Trade Center without having spent weeks preparing it for
demolition, why no jets were scrambled to take out the hijacked planes,
how the Patriot Act appeared so suddenly after the World Trade Massacre,
etc. But believing that 9/11 was a vast, right-wing conspiracy is as
pointless at this stage as believing in the likelier possibility that the
exit polls were actually as accurate in Ohio in Florida as they were
everywhere else. Maybe it will all come out someday, but there's precious
little we can do about it now. Who are we going to complain to? The
authorities?
i even rented Fahrenheit 911, which I had never seen before, and was
halfway through that when a young man who lives where I'm staying in Playa
del Rey came home. Dale is a very solid guy from the Midwest. He's decent,
enthusiastic, friendly, and resourceful. His girlfriend is an FBI agent.
He's as American as it gets. (Though I've often thought the same of my own
weird self.) He didn't want to talk politics. He's too polite, but I
dragged him into a conversation anyway. Even though he had not discussed
it with the other two people who live here, I had a feeling he was a Bush
supporter. Which, in fact, he turned out to be.
It became obvious right away that we were not in substantial disagreement
over many policies. Dale was hoping that Bush in his second term would
push for reduced dependence on oil and would come around on the
environment. He wasn't crazy about the war. Our differences were over
culture and style. Dale doesn't like Europe, though he's never been there.
He's met Europeans and he resents their supercilious attitude towards us.
He figures it for jealousy.
"America," he said, "is like the captain of the football team, the most
popular kid in school." He was describing his recent self, I expect. "The
Europeans are like the chess club and they resent this guy cause he's the
one who gets all the girls, even though he's not an intellectual like
they are." I eyed him carefully, while secretly inspecting myself for
similar resentments. It was lucky for both of us that he doesn't actually
get all the girls. "Really," he said, "it's about character. It's about
morality."
"Wait," I said, "What about the morality of killing a hundred thousand
Iraqis for no good reason?"
"Saddam was killing them too." I doubted that even Saddam has ever
killed as many Iraqis in a year and a half as we've just polished off,
but I let that pass. "Besides, when Bush attacked, he thought he had a
good reason. I can't believe he didn't think America was in danger." I
could, but I let that pass too.
This young man had been trained to respect authority just as surely as I
had learned to suspect it. Whatever our agreements, we would always be
separate in that regard. It was something that had grown into him in his
lower middle class Christian home in central Illinois, along with a good
pitching arm, in the same way that Bohemianism had taken root in me
during the 60's. Morality and character are words that have subtly
different meanings to each of us. And a lot of the divide has to do with
the degree to which we are willing to admit the feminine into our
natures. I think he suspects I'm a little too sensitive. It's less about
character and morality than it is about masculinity. We have different
notions about what it is to be a man, and they are important to us.
But they don't necessarily make a bad fella out of either one of us. We
both represent aspects of the American psyche that need each other, the
jock and the intellectual, the Boy Scout and the renegade, the guardian
and the wild card. We both love this great and terrible country, even as
we fear one another's excessive influence on it, and part of what we love
is the creative fever that arises from our division. As we need each
other, however unwillingly, so America needs us both.
Perhaps it's just the bargaining phase of grief, but I can see that one of
the things I must do to feel less a stranger in my own land is to have
more conversations like the one I had with Dale. Indeed, as I've said
repeatedly before, we must do our collective best to shatter the fetters
of intolerance and live more in the necessary amnesty of interdependence.
We need to quit scaring each other. Both sides are convinced that the
other is trying to impose his culture on us, whether by law or by
Internet. Fear of the Other, whether Bush or bin Laden, whether terror
without or terror within, has been murdering reason and civility in
America. We need to look one another in the eyes and see the human being
behind the enemy. If we're not going to start shooting each other over the
next 4 years, we will need to do that a lot.
At the very least, I need to take the other side seriously. Dismissing
them as a bunch of homophobic, racist, Bible-waving, know-nothing
troglodytes, however true that may be of a few, only authorizes them to
return the favor. I don't want somebody calling me a dope-smoking,
fag-loving, one-worlder weirdo, however true that might be. We are all
masks that God wears, whatever God that is. We might try to treat one
another with according reverence. At least we might try to listen as
though the other side might have a point.I truly think we all owe one
another an apology.
Still, despite a pandemic of pus-mouthed invective, the good news remains
that there's been no shooting so far. Given the ferocity of our divisions,
I feared violence would erupt during these elections. America has been
acting like such an amateur at democracy that had once I feared we might
go all the way to martial law. You will recall that, some months ago, I
expressed the uneasy feeling that there would be another terrorist
show-stopper right before the elections and they might be postponed
indefinitely. Such fears seem absurdly hyperbolic to me now. While it is
true that the country has divided itself roughly along the same regional
lines that preceded the Civil War (check out
http://www.selekta.com/map.jpg), I don't really think we're about to have
another one.
Furthermore, despite the Patriot Act and many other insults to real
freedom - as opposed to the rhetorical kind - I remain at liberty to be be
as weird as I want as long as I don't scare the horses or smoke my drug of
choice in public. In my cohort, there have been a lot of invidious
comparisons between Bush and Hitler. I've even made some myself. While
there is something marvelously invigorating about that kind of hyperbole,
but it's simply not true. I don't expect any official visits at night
(though I'm not a Muslim), nor do I believe there are secret camps being
built. While I think that attacking Iraq was both immoral and impractical,
it's hardly comparable to setting off World War II. Iraq may rhyme with
Viet Nam, but Poland it isn't. It will be hard, but I resolve not to
invoke historical admonitions unless they actually fit.
I've spent much of the last couple of days trying to remember more
comforting historical analogies. I have a long history of pre-announcing
The End of the World As We Know It. Clear back when I was a budding young
libertarian, I believed that Barry Goldwater's crushing defeat by Lyndon
Johnson was the end of conservatism in America. Boy, was I ever wrong
about that. It took them a few years, but they came back with a vengeance
of which the most recent election was, I pray, the high-water mark.
When Ronald Reagan was re-elected, I thought that really might be the end
of the world. Literally. After all, Reagan was waving around MX missiles
like they were cap pistols, talking about winning a nuclear war, and
giving all appearance of believing that some combination of science,
money, and hokum could shield us from Armageddon. The Russians were scared
spitless and so was I. In the end, it was the Cold War that ended, not the
world.
I was deeply spooked by Nixon's re-election, but look what happened to
him. And, like Nixon, the president and his men may now have enough rope
to hang themselves with. They have made such a spectacular mess in the
last four years that Gawd Almighty would have a hard time cleaning it up.
I suspect that 4 years of Kerry's dithering in the ruins would have had me
voting Republican again when it was all over.
Sure, it could be awful. In four years, the Supreme Court will probably be
packed with Christian Ayatollahs, the dollar will make the Argentine peso
look like hard currency, coat-hanger abortions will be all the rage, the
urban campaigns against the Islamic Alliance will be going very badly,
Osama bin Laden will be taunting us from his blog, only the
castle-building business will really be booming, and gasoline will be 10
bucks a gallon (which will still be fine with the super-rich.) By then,
even the administration will notice the seawater lapping at the front
steps of the White House (though they will still maintain that global
warming is cyclic and not connected to greenhouse gasses), the only old
growth left will be in National Parks, and the National Parks will be for
sale. Trench-coated officials will be making nocturnal visits and this
paragraph will be against the law. Our school children will be celebrating
the 6004th birthday of the Planet Earth and grateful that Jesus spoke English.
By then, people will either be regime-changingly sick of this band of
radicals or the Bush administration will have actually turned itself
around and done a decent job of governing. As an American, I'm hoping for
the latter. Because, as much fun as it was to write the last paragraph, I
would rather it looked even more hyperbolic in 2008 than it does now.
I have a terrible admission to make. I've been so fanatically opposed to
this administration that I have taken dark satisfaction in their failures,
even though these were American failures as well. I welcomed growing
indications that the situation in Iraq was deteriorating into a sump-hole
of back-alley insurgency. Good economic news was bad economic news as far
as I was concerned, and vice versa. I was tickled to death with Al Qaqaa
and its terrorist-purloined WMDs, and not just because the name was so
great. Surely all these bad tidings would eventually add up to an
indictment that would convict Bush in the eyes of the American people and
they would rouse themselves from Fox-hypnosis and 'possum sleep and vote
for change.
But it didn't turn out that way. While I still believe that half of
America is hallucinating on hot religion and bad TV, I can't say I have
been any too sane, having been delivered into a condition where I took
comfort in the successes of our enemies and frowned at news of economic
recovery. Despite my own financial anxieties, and those of all around me,
I have been so zealous that my own well-being was secondary in importance
to the political damage bad times might do the Bush administration. Now
that's hallucination. And I'm sorry.
Having gone so nuts, I can work on being sane. This is not to say that
you're going to find me whispering George Bush's name adoringly, in the
eventual fashion of Winston Smith. But from this point on, I will wish him
better in many of his challenges. Since we're in Iraq and don't know how
leave, I will hope, against my expectations, that our efforts there will
result in a functional pluralistic government we can do business with.
Hell, I hope for a functional pluralistic government here and pray as well
that a kinder, gentler Bush will remember his promises about compassionate
conservatism and act on them. I hope that the swan dive he's taking with
the deficit flares out and begins to ascend gracefully. I wish him, and
us, the best. May all our Gods forgive us and may we forgive one another.
This is not so say that I will not go on believing, as I have for many
years, that war involving civilians is barbaric unless the survival of
one's nation is at stake. I will still believe that truly free societies
maintain mechanisms to promote the even distribution of wealth. I will go
on believing that liberty is worth living for and not to be sacrificed so
readily to fear. I will go on believing that my daughters should not be
forced to bear children they are not prepared to raise properly and I will
not forget that people make mistakes.
For the next four years, I will try to stick by my country and trust that
the inherent goodness and wisdom of its people will not go on being
anesthetized, even by neuro-linguistic programming that makes Newspeak
look like a good start. I will work to see that the next elections are
done with equipment and methods we can trust. I will start now to look for
opposition leaders I can believe in, people who display a courage in their
convictions that will match the genuinely impressive dedication that the
president has to his.
This will be a tricky four years. In addition to a sense of humor, which
should have plenty of dark meat to feast on, we will need cunning,
courage, clarity, and, as I say, forgiveness. We will need understanding,
perspective, and something that also seems in ready supply at the moment,
humility.
And, since victory is to the patient, we will need patience.
But I've been engaged in this stand-off between the 50's and 60's all my
adult life. Finally, I see how much we need each other. I hope we all come
to see that and give one another a break.
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((Udhay Shankar N)) ((udhay @ pobox.com)) ((www.digeratus.com))
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