So
Many Having Anger at the World – and Most Intense
Ideological Standards
Midpoint this
summer we Americans presented ourselves anew to the rest
of the world – that is, when our leaders could have
shown new imagination for the worldwide contagion of
murderously ideological extremism, they sank us in but
deeper ruts of paranoia and fear. Midsummer: our
Pentagon set out plans for the U.S. to militarize outer
space.
Of course for
years we have already had spy instruments up there.
Now, however, our Pentagon intends congressional
approval for orbiting offensive weaponry. The Strategic
Arms Limitation Treaty has long expressly forbidden this
– but our civilian leaders, eager for greatly-enlarged
militarism, withdrew us from this treaty.
China and Russia
have both protested our plans to militarize outer space
– our intentions to field it with bases for offensive
strikes, on top of those we have in over 100 countries
on earth. But they and all the other countries of
the world seem helpless as we the superpower scoff at
the Geneva Conventions, taunt the United Nations, and
continue to transform our citizen soldiers, sailors, air
crews, and marines into primarily tools for our
corporate rich – instruments for and their, and our,
fossil fuel interests.
American sprawl
lifestyle demands we mine, drill, and fell the world's
resources – and that we sell the rest of the world, too,
into becoming happy extensions of our mass consumerism
culture. And much of the world buys into our franchised
ethics. As they give up their traditional farms and
village lifestyles in Africa, the Pacific islands, Latin
America, and Asia, many flock to Starbucks and WAL*MART,
McDonald's and Pizza Hut. Mass urban megalopolises
grow: dozens of cities mushrooming new populations of
ten and fifteen million and more. And hundreds of
millions yearly arrive, bewildered, often unskilled,
largely lost souls – very good for our corporate
franchisers ever out-sourcing jobs to wherever wages may
be lowest, and environmental considerations least.
Some
recalcitrants, however, object. For many our American
culture of packaged celebrities, global franchises, and
business efficiencies all seem beguiling, but also
hollow compared to their historic cultures. Some
become religious extremists – al Qaeda in southwest
Asia, Hamas in Palestine, Ohm shinrikyo in Japan. These
all have become known to us almost exclusively through
their various suicide, rocket, and other attacks, so we
think of them as primarily hate-filled and aggressive.
Most of us see them simply as crazy, mad fanatics,
exploiting their Islamic Koran or other religiosities
weirdly. We easily forget, anathematizing them, that
we, good Americans and Europeans, too, have had our own
who have also soured and attacked our modern, global,
cosmopolitan culture. Think our Unibomber, Ted
Kaczynski. Think Timothy McVeigh, our white supremacist
who bombed the federal building in Oklahoma City. Think
Radovan Karadic, the white European from Serbian village
Montenegro who, as a boy of 13, was re-settled to the
Bosnian cosmopolis Sarajevo. Hundreds of thousands of
his fellow Yugoslavs of all ethnicities experienced
similar relocations to socialist housing projects then,
to "build socialism." Years later, as a grown man,
well-entitled psychiatrist, and self-styled poet, he led
thousands of those like himself nostalgic for tradition
into genocidal attacks on Sarajevo and all non-Serb
Bosnia, seeking to create a homeland far from what they
saw as the empty cosmopolitanism of the modern world. Pol Pot had done the same thing in Cambodia – set
genocidal war against all modernity, hoping to reach
back to what he and his followers imagined as an
agrarian traditionalism they called Kampuchea. American
self-styled "agrarians" – professors in Nashville – had
had similar dreams in our 1920s, and posed a mythically
genteel Old South against the rest of industrial,
materialistic America. These good professors ended up
planting a few bad gardens, and writing many books, some
bad as their collective manifesto, I'll Take My Stand,
some individually better. Around the same time, in
Europe, Hitler was pursuing essentially similar dreams,
for his pure folk Reich, while Stalin created his
own death-camp gulag for his romance.
"Who Do We
Shoot!?" – line from John Ford's 1940 film
version of The Grapes of Wrath
If we try to
connect to bin Laden, Timothy McVeigh, Radovan Karadic,
and their predecessors – to "understand" them – we run
into one problem: our own impatience with what seems
their lunacy, and our even greater abhorrence for their
terror campaigns. We remain in this impatience and
abhorrence typically to the degree we trust – like the
good Pangloss in Voltaire's Candide – that, after
all, we (Americans, Europeans, other 1st-world
types) live in "the best of all possible worlds."
Millions of us good guy Americans, sure of ourselves,
thus sport yellow Support-Our-Troops ribbons on cars,
trucks, and SUVs. We reelected a Bush group in
Washington so eager for war that most of us forgive them
for the fact that virtually none of them had ever risked
their lives with any personal patriotism back in
the Vietnam era when they themselves could have
served. We apparently forgive the Bush people, too,
even if it's clear they will not risk sacrificing their
popularity by asking for taxes to pay for their wars,
and also clear that none of their kids will ever
fight in them. Most good Americans shuck such niceties,
so sensationally having to face the terror of
religion-waving nut cakes from crazy foreign lands.
"Bar-bar" the
ancient Greeks used to call those who uttered wildly
foreign sounds millennia ago – barbarians. Ever since
then that way of seeing "others" has continued to
explain how the rest of us have gone on repeating that
simple view those Greeks had. But one thing has
changed: now we in our prosperous sprawl part of the
globe have become so dependent on fossil fuels for our
sprawl that we scarcely realize what effect this
dependency is having on "bar-bar" peoples far away. We
scarcely see how our sprawl culture – globalism – is
sucking in rural and village peoples from all over the
world into those mass shanty town, urban jungle
megalopolises. We scarcely see the pressures on
millions to migrate, radically uprooted. And we even
less see the privileged classes we have sponsored abroad
– often the cruelest dictators and their corrupt
families we prop up with corporate pay-offs, military
aid, and secret police training. We see so little of
the dictatorships we sustain, and how they stir hatred
from the masses, directed at us.
Our car-based
culture spawns all this abroad. Just as surely as
Detroit factories drew in hundreds of thousands of small
farmers – poor whites from Appalachia and blacks from
the Deep South (at the same time our agricultural
research universities were helping to put millions of
small farmers out of business) the same process
continues globally now. If we like, we may blame
Detroit for modernity – cars and more cars, parking lots
and neon strips and big box retailers – but we might
just as well blame the steam engine back in early
industrial England. Charles Dickens, after all, was
documenting the effects of industrial slums on the
masses of relocated English yeomanry when Detroit was
still not much more than a former French fur-trading
outpost just newly-connected to upstate New York by the
Erie Canal. Or, rather than blame Detroit, or WAL*MART,
Starbucks, and Nike, or coal-mining and mill town
England, or the Bush family and all their friends
enriched by fossil fuel interests, we could go back
further. We could go back to the land enclosure acts of
seventeenth-century England, which sent the Scotch-Irish
poor first to coastal cities, then to American colonies
– then to Appalachia, long before they began their treks
to Henry Ford's assembly lines. We could blame those
land enclosure acts because they, first in world
history, obliged mass migration of the landed poor to
clear way for the new, scientific methods being applied
in agriculture: progress. We have so many choices on
whom to blame: Detroit, big box retailers, the first
factory system, the earliest modern agriculture. We're
as right to blame any of them for our ever-ongoing
losses of land and tradition as bin Laden may be right
to blame whomever he hates, or Timothy McVeigh or the Unibomber blamed, or Radovan Karadic.
As we point our
forefingers outwards, we might remember, too, that most
of us are doing so, or imagine doing so, from within
tunnel visions that allow us such focus. These tunnel
visions suit us for simple blame games – as they do for
the interstate highway driving the masses of us also
do. Focusing on destinations as our freeways fix for
us, speeding to these goals so many miles or exit ramps
ahead, or getting angrier and angrier at all those
competing "others," by the millions we inhabit the
tunnel visions our landscape design arranges. Blame
Detroit? – blame the Bush family and all their rich,
fossil fuel friends? – but we're the ones in
those cars, just as bin Laden all his life inhabited
that Saudi family with all the billions of oil dollars
our system arranged for him and us.
Sure, we can
blame Detroit, the Bushes, and Cheney, and the Saudi
royal family – and many corporate others – but if we see
how much we inhabit our tunnel visions, we can
also imagine wider ways to get ourselves (and see
others) outside of them.
Get Off – Get
Out – Connect
Essaying
Differences opens
wider abilities for all of us if, while going somewhere
– to our purposes, our horizons, our goals – we can at
the same time check and see our impacts on others. Real
others: real people, near and far, really available for
us to check by aromas, sight, sound, touch, and taste.
Such references to others can show how their varied
styles of expression of foods, clothing, landscape,
transport, and buildings also express the most human of
values in them. Language enables these possibilities:
as any English sentence proceeds by its built-in
subject-verb-object dynamics, at the same time
connections enlarge, detail, specify, and widen by mere
addition of subordinate clauses.
Only one thing
keeps us from the imaginative expansiveness and
precision we could have: siege mentality. Fear takes
many forms – self-induced pressure of "time," awe of
authorities, idiot submission to "should" grammars – but
in all these forms too many feel under threat. We have
terror unleashed in the world. We have the threat of
good jobs being cut, out-sourced elsewhere. In
academia, that key place for the subtle, subliminal
shaping of our imaginations, we have the added corporate
choke of more and more good turned over to floating
pools of underpaid part-timers, adjuncts, and teaching
assistants. Because of this growing vulnerability in
all of higher education, as the privileged classes
reduce in numbers they circle the wagons around
themselves. They – our tenured classes – have now come
to stress more and more specialist conceits for
themselves, more and more rigorous sophistication in
their procedures. While they thus see themselves as
more and more "professional," their academic departments
– all of them – frown on and penalize the practice of
reference digressing outside of specialization. Human
souls smell not of humans but of paper.
In England this
mid-summer, with two sets of terror attacks two weeks
apart on London public transport, the British prime
minister, Tony Blair, issued announcements that the
terrorists could not use their anger at the Iraqi war as
excuse to terrorize innocent civilians. Nice try,
Tony: by the logic that says our authorities may
dictate permissible motivations for others to have. But
there's another logic. This other one says listen to
"them," try to see how "they" perceive us and our impact
on them.
In the aftermath
of the London bombings, one intellectual, Jonathan
Glover, did urge "understanding," in a Guardian
column for July 27, headlined "Dialogue is the only way
to end this cycle of violence." Under the secondary
headline, "The west and Islam must acknowledge the
truths in both their stories," Glover proposed
discussion along two central topics: first, looking at
the different belief systems on each side, and, second,
probing each side's narratives of recent history.
Any normal academic can thus imagine
dialogue – Glover himself teaches "human values" and
"contemporary global ethics" at King's College, London.
Others in England and the U.S., like Glover, have
related specializations in "peace studies," "human
rights," and "tolerance." Universities employ them.
Foundations support them. Governments fund them. So
reasonable-looking people sit in
reasonably-well-appointed rooms and fit good logic to
abstracted categories. But all smell like paper. None,
none of their students ever invite the smell of food
that "others" put on their tables, nor link to the
scents of others' landscapes. None sense the textures
and fit of clothing on others, nor the feel and wider
impact of whatever others use to cross their
landscapes. None seek the feel of others' buildings.
They neglect to do all these things because, like
Blair, like those in authority everywhere, none have
ever learned the obligation of noting, locating, and
entering these most palpable and value-laden expressions
of others. None have learned the parallel obligation of
quoting these others by their most-obvious cultural
expressions. Our authorities fail. As trained as they
are, as we, too, in tunnel vision, they keep our
institutional habits as humanly deaf and dumb as all but
our best poets, chefs, and artists keep ourselves. |