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WB: Heart of Darkness
As a nation, we may be so desensitized to violence, and so inured to mechanized carnage on a grand scale, that we’re psychologically capable of tolerating genocidal warfare against any one who can successfully be labeled as a “terrorist.” Or at least, a sizable enough fraction of the America public may be willing to tolerate it, or applaud it, to make the costs politically bearable.
Heart of Darkness
I was in Washington yesterday, Billmon. Admittedly, I didn’t come far – I rode in on the Metro from the end of one line in Maryland – the car was standing room only from the first stop. A wide variety of persons were there – children with their parents, adolescents and young adults, the middle aged (young middle, middle middle, and older middle like myself) and seniors – blacks and browns as well as whites. I asked a few people where they’d come from – Baltimore, Boston, Minneapolis (three busloads wearing red berets from an activitist Catholic parish, whose director of religious education was just denied an award because of her gayness – when complaints to the archbishop by her opponents didn’t work, they wrote to Rome). There still are sane human beings left in our country – whether we will be able to prevail is [I hope] still an open question – but if we give up now we can be certain the war criminals have won.
A couple of weeks ago I asked former Presidential candidate Wesley Clark – why not get out now? His reply:
General Clark: Well, I would say that’s not the right course to adopt,
right now. And I want you to picture what would happen if we announced
we’re coming out. Now just imagine it, OK. The president, right after
Labor Day, you know they always say never announce anything new before
Labor Day, the president comes on national TV and says, “I’ve heard
your thoughts, my fellow countrymen, we’ve lost 2,000 American’s,
spent 200 billion dollars and we’re coming out. We’re coming home.”
Well the men and women in the armed forces can do it. It will be a
fighting withdrawal because the insurgents will be on the heels of the
American columns as they come out. I can picture our men and women in
those humvees and the dump trucks. You can see them taking fire and
asking, “Should I shoot back, if I shoot back who’s in that building?”
I can see a long and bloody retreat. It will take several weeks to get
out of there, four or five weeks. Or if you stage it, it will be
bloodier and more difficult for longer. The insurgents will claim they
won. But that claim will be disputed by Al Qaeda. They’ll say that
they drove us out.
And the people who helped us in Iraq will be targeted. They already
are targeted but they’ve got some assistance and support. That will go
away quickly. These people will be running for their lives. 200, 300,
500, 800,000, a million. Everybody who ever talked to an American. We
don’t know where the boundary will be. But it won’t be pretty.
And when it’s said that we are coming out, the political process that
we’ve put in place will start to come apart, naturally. People are
already preparing. There’s plenty of private militias there. They’ve
got scores to settle, territory to gain, cleansing to do, resources to
capture and I’m sure the Kurds will decide, you know they aren’t Arabs
anyway, they’ll go their own way. So I would expect a pretty rapid
recourse not only to civil war but regional conflict, if we were to
pull out and say ‘we’re coming home.’ Now, that’s my scenario. It
reduces American prestige, influence and power all around the world.
Q: These things [editorial note – I meant the reduction of America’s
prestige, influence, and power] have happened already, sir.
General Clark: Well, not to the extent I think I’ve sketched it out.
So what I’d say is, that there is a middle ground or a better ground,
than staying the course or announcing a withdrawal. We need to change
that course and use America’s leadership and power not only militarily
but diplomatically and politically in the region to become a focus for
regional cooperation. It is not yet too late.
Madeleine Albright, at the same conference, also repeated the line, “This was a war of choice – but we have no choice now but to prevail”.
In public, at least, both these prominent figures are claiming that their end condition for our involvement is (a)achievable at any cost, and (b)worth achieving at the cost it would take to achieve it.
I disagree with both these claims. At the march yesterday, it was clear that the people who came (100,000? 300,000?) have a different agenda: U.S. out of Iraq, and George Bush out of the White House.
May it be so.
Posted by: mistah charley | Sep 25 2005 9:46 utc | 9
Until progressives as a collective confront the war here at home i.e. the the Bernard Lewis’s, the Samuel P. Huntington’s “The Clash of Civilizations cult ;until progressives learn about and confront the ideology and social interests and meta-narratives of
“team b” , the systemic problems and effects of entropy that arise will continue even past Cheneyco. As I have said before Bush is just a symptom of a much darker deeper problem.
Like a self-healing/self-replicating typical network – in this case, of neo-Nixon gangsters/criminals- the rise of Rove’s Republic will carry on the mandate, just as the ‘net tends to interpret corruption as damage, and routs around it, so too does the doctrine. A memetic phenotype, i.e. an individual’s implementation of a meme, can -in principle – continue to replicate for as long as the brain it lives in is functioning. The most likely strategy is to force a sudden loss of interest in the field the meme belongs to, when the ideas held by the host differ to much from the ideas held by other hosts of the same meme. “The enduring legacy of politicians like Thurmond, Wallace and Helms [Nixon, Reagan] may be the meme of a distinctively Southern style of cultural/memetic politics, transplanted to national politics as a whole.
Further, the challenge for progressives is to teach what they learn to each-other (as we do here at moon). However, to make the task even more complicated, we have to convey it to the general public (i.e. joe sixpack & susie soccer mom) in a way that they can grasp it.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, they say. Nor did it fall in one, but it eroded swiftly, it’s currency deteriated to nothing, sucking the marrow out of the bones of the middle class; to say nothing of the working poor.
That we will never leave Iraq is a fact. These “Sykophants” i.e. Corrupt abusers of Law, have given our Ceasar his mandate, and he has long crossed the Rubicon. Just as the german volk gave Hitler his maniacal mandate. So goes Iraq.
Interestingly enough, Billmon’s comments on the German film Downfall (Der Untergang) passed w/out much fanfair, but it intrigued me enough to pick it up last night. Like annie , I have been silent all day because the story of Traudle Junge ( Hitler’s secretary)frightened and effected me so deeply. I have spent literally all last night and the vast majority of today thinking about the machine regrime state and the methodical, relentless, systemic, ideological symbolic philosophical covert war we are in here at home.
As billmon suggested the “certain psychological similarities and the totalitarian mindset” they [Bush and Hitler]share are out right creepy. Like Traudle Junge, part of the reason I voted for Bush (to be brutaly honest),was in part out of dark curiosity, and part wanting to get this slow motion train wreck over with.
Just as in Hilter’s character in Downfall, and the rhetoric about the Fatherland, Hitler showed little use for Germany’s sons and daughters; he proclaims that they deserve to suffer because they have proved to be too weak. Reminds me of the disconnect and aloofness of our king george and the katrina affair as well as other instances of cruelty.
I did not mean for this screed to become a review of the movie, nor, about the recent meme that “Bush is like Hitler”, more what shocked me was the delusions and iedology system of the regrime, even when Nazism ends the zealotry went on. And the most horrifing part was, Hilter like a wounded child, was determined to destroy his country if he couldn’t rule the world. A literal selfish “do or die” philosophy, which resonates much with these ideologues we have in power here.
Finally, the behind-the-scenes bonus material interviews with several of the cast and crew, one of the actors, the one whom played Albert Speer (I think), said something to the effect that we shouldn’t look at these events as tragic, in the sense that tragedy brings to mind an accident, for there was nothing accidental about their actions. What came to his mind was the complete ‘recklessness’.
What come to my mind is the Powers that be here today, would also bring the whole country down w/them rather than lose power. They know if they pull out of Iraq the will be done for. They know that they are war criminals and will be tried for crimes against humanity. Which makes them very very dangerous.
Posted by: Uncle $cam | Sep 26 2005 4:06 utc | 65
for whatever reason, our city did not join the rest of the free world in protesting the ongoing occupation on saturday, but instead held the march & rally today. in a way, it’s apropos that the hallucinatory mood of apocalypse now has been evoked already, for my odyssey today had a surreal feel to it to. for starters, it rained all damn day. non-stop. march’s and rallies should be invigorating & electric but w/ the gloomy setting, all the piss n’ vinegar stood a very real likelihood of being royally pissed on. still, i was surprised to see several hundred people had come out in the rain & assembled at the designated time. it was announced that there had been some last minute arrangements for the rally to be held inside a hotel where a “jobs for justice” convention was winding up this w/e, and that we would march from where we stood, outside the renaissance hotel, all of a few blocks away to the holiday inn. so we did just that, w/ a police escort. other than the cops, the only other people who saw our rousing march were those few individuals checking out of the holiday day inn.
inside the hall, there were perhaps 500 people. the sound system wasn’t suitable for this, so watching the lips move on the speakers & trying to imagine what the girl strumming the guitar was playing didn’t hold my interest for too long. the guy in front of me, spiked, bleached mohawk, lots of chains dangling everywhere, back of his shirt advertising some sickly-looking group of pale white youths sitting in a diner – the casualties “if you don’t like them…fuck you”. someone hands me a flyer. cool. gotta be better reading than that shirt. socialist appeal. okay. the disaster of katrina makes urgent the need to ditch capitalism and demand world-wide socialism. missing a lot of dots in between, but i can keep reading. blackwater is in new orleans … these are the same guys that gave us abu ghraib. now wait a minute. bush re-election. cripes. so i’m staring at the casualties again.
after a lot of clapping, we take to the streets again. it’s still pouring. this time we’re marching along a route that’s actually around a mile long & straight through the downtown area. the rain doesn’t completely dampen our spirits as a few hundred of us do the call & response things while the bucket brigade sets the rhythmn. the police hold back the traffic for us. some cars honk in approval. a guy in an suv (of course) imagines he’s being profound as he barks out ‘get a job’. we march past a theater where women in furs and sleek black dresses and men w/ brown suits & little bow ties are assembling to hear the truth from minister farrakhan. next block, there’s a crowd filing out of the dome after an nfl game. a guy sporting a team shirt featuring the number of a quarterback who hasn’t even been on the team for the past two seasons cuts through the line of marchers, front to back, waving his arms all around and yelling ‘you people are crazy’. another fanatic, again sporting a uniform accessorized w/ the concomitant beer cup, make disparaging remarks toward some ladies carrying a sign. 1-2-3-4 WE DON’T WANT YOUR BLOODY WAE. an intoxicated girl, being held upright by her shorter boyfriend, also sporting a uniform, responds ‘what war?’.
we march onward. the signs that weren’t plastic, or covered by plastic, are now indecipherable. more cars are honking now. the wind is blowing the rain in our faces. WHAT DO WE WANT – PEACE!!! – WHEN DO WE WANT IT – NOW!!! a guy pounds on the rim of a shattered bucket. faces pressed against windows looking out on us. we’re bilingual now. EL PUEBLO UNIDO, JAMAS SERA VENCIDO. the drumming combined w/ the sound of the rain hitting us builds in intensity. our voices echo through the canyons of office buildings. we are soaked. we are hoarse. we have purged ourselves.
waiting for the bus on the way home, there are no more protestors around. a man stands in front of me, wearing a hospital gown, open at the back, and blue elastic pants w/ shiny black dress shoes. he carries a clear plastic bag containing what appear to be his normal clothes. the bus arrives. we get on. how strange. nobody seems to pay him any attention. he doesn’t evidence any problem w/ self-esteem, on moving about in public in such an attire. maybe he’s purged himself today as well. as the rain strikes the window along my seat, i think of the different uniforms that i’ve seen this afternoon. my stop arrives. i exit the front of the bus and head down a side street. the man in the hospital gown is already ahead of me, walking hurriedly down the center of the street. i opt for the sidewalk. maybe another day.
Posted by: b real | Sep 26 2005 4:44 utc | 67
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