Tuesday, June 03, 2008

Religion and Us

European horror at American religiosity. The usual scandal

Five centuries later, the United States, responsible for more than four-fifths of the world's scientific research and still a land of plenty, can show the world an abundance of opinion polls concerning its religious convictions. The litany will be familiar. Ninety per cent of Americans say they have never doubted the existence of God and are certain they will be called to answer for their sins. Fifty-three per cent are creationists who believe that the cosmos is 6,000 years old, 44 per cent are sure that Jesus will return to judge the living and the dead within the next 50 years. Only 12 per cent believe that life on earth has evolved through natural selection without the intervention of supernatural agency.

Which, this time, refreshingly, has the necessary caveat:

To the secular mind, the polling figures have a pleasantly shocking, titillating quality - one might think of them as a form of atheist's pornography. But perhaps we should enter a caveat before proceeding. It might be worth retaining a degree of scepticism about these polling figures. For a start, they vary enormously - one poll's 90 per cent is another's 53 per cent. From the respondent's point of view, what is to be gained by categorically denying the existence of God to a complete stranger with a clipboard? And those who tell pollsters they believe that the Bible is the literal word of God from which derive all proper moral precepts, are more likely to be thinking in general terms of love, compassion and forgiveness rather than of the slave-owning, ethnic cleansing, infanticide, and genocide urged at various times by the jealous God of the Old Testament.

Poll numbers always deceive to the degree that their statistical precision comes from the calculation process only, and can be as phony as a grid of light projected onto a cloud of smoke.

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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

The Vanishing Artist

[posted by Callimachus]

Graduation speech:

Fifty years ago, I suspect that along with Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, and Sandy Koufax, most Americans could have named, at the very least, Robert Frost, Carl Sandburg, Arthur Miller, Thornton Wilder, Georgia O'Keeffe, Leonard Bernstein, Leontyne Price, and Frank Lloyd Wright. Not to mention scientists and thinkers like Linus Pauling, Jonas Salk, Rachel Carson, Margaret Mead, and especially Dr. Alfred Kinsey.

I don't think that Americans were smarter then, but American culture was. Even the mass media placed a greater emphasis on presenting a broad range of human achievement.

I grew up mostly among immigrants, many of whom never learned to speak English. But at night watching TV variety programs like the Ed Sullivan Show or the Perry Como Music Hall, I saw—along with comedians, popular singers, and movie stars—classical musicians like Jascha Heifetz and Arthur Rubinstein, opera singers like Robert Merrill and Anna Moffo, and jazz greats like Duke Ellington and Louis Armstrong captivate an audience of millions with their art.

The same was even true of literature. I first encountered Robert Frost, John Steinbeck, Lillian Hellman, and James Baldwin on general interest TV shows. All of these people were famous to the average American—because the culture considered them important.

Today no working-class or immigrant kid would encounter that range of arts and ideas in the popular culture. Almost everything in our national culture, even the news, has been reduced to entertainment, or altogether eliminated.

I've been thinking about this passage for days and still am not sure -- not whether I agree or not; I think he's right -- but why, exactly, it changed.

One idea, and not necessarily the most important, is that 50 years ago we were still a newly minted world power, still more than half thinking of ourselves with the inferiority complex stamped on us by generations of British and French snobbery. We still half suspected we were the stunted, illiterate yahoos they told us we were.

So an American being good at something was worth newsprint, was worth celebrating -- the root of "celebrity." Even if -- especially if -- it was a foreigner who had chosen to come here or fled here. Because most of us were, then, closer to having an immigrant ancestor (the 1900-1910 period was, I believe, the peak of immigration). That was part of America: "We may be stunted, illiterate yahoos, but we will embrace every genius who's tired of living in your little country."

Now, we expect all the prizes, all the medals, all the Nobels and Pulitzers. It's almost a scandal when we don't sweep the board. Yeah, our kids don't test out as well as the Singaporeans, but we have an excuse for that.

Another feature is the relative monopoly of the media back then in a few hands. Monopoly is supposed to be a bad thing, but I laugh when modern anti-capitalists decry the contemporary media as monopolized. You can tell they're under 40. Back then, Ed Sullivan could literally put an opera singer into every American neighborhood. Perhaps it was one man's taste, or his sense of responsibility, or just the sponsors' wishes, but it gave us something we lack, and miss.

That doesn't explain the loss of poets and opera stars, which probably is more due to those art forms being swept into irrelevance by new ones we invented, which are as tasteless as paper and no substitute for the bread of life that was in old poems.

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Thursday, April 19, 2007

Where's the Backlash?

[posted by Callimachus]

It was called "inevitable," not a matter of "if," but of "how bad." Americans would turn on their Korean neighbors once the identity of the Virginia Tech shooter was known. Fear of it was one of the first expressions of the South Korean leader on hearing the news of the tragedy. Personally, I found that rather offensive, in a minor way, but my irritation wasn't the most important or significant aspect of that day.

I thought I'd give it some time, and wait for my friends who ceaselessly search out only the bad and the ugly in America to serve up the examples. But I read through my usual plate of left-side blogs and media sites today, and I'm not seeing the "inevitable" backlash. All the New York Times can manage is an anonymous, hearsay account of kids being spit on:

An unidentified man called into a show on Radio Korea here to say that his young son had been spat on by two students at school, said Charles Kim, executive director of the local Korean-American Coalition, who was a guest on the show.

Sort of like how Americans get spit on in Europe and other places, I guess. Ditto the Washington Post, which also offers a second hand account of an admittedly rattled Korean-American feeling like people were looking at him funny:

Young Bong Kim, senior pastor of McLean-based Korean United Methodist Church of Greater Washington, shared an e-mail in which one of his parishioners said he was experiencing such pressures.

"People in my office look at me differently," wrote the man, a government employee working in the District. "I cannot even approach my co-workers to talk. I feel so ashamed. I feel like I gotta do something to show that I'm a good neighbor."

Another example I saw (Cox News wire, I think) of a story devoted to the "backlash" had to content itself with anonymous racist comments on Myspace blogs. Really!

Korean Americans have been apologizing all over the Internet for this killer. I want to join those who tell them, I understand your wish to represent your community and to be known as good citizens in this country, and I appreciate and honor it. But really, you don't have to apologize. Cho was a nutter. We all have them. It's not your fault, and no one thinks it is.

So I'm asking, sincerely, has anyone got any examples of a serious, widespread backlash against Korean-Americans because of this? And watch someone go and pull something incredibly stupid 5 minutes after I hit "publish." Or is my suspicion right that Americans as a whole generally are pretty good about distinguishing individuals from ethnic groups? Because today it's a Korean-American and tomorrow it will be some other hyphenated case.

Koreans were singled out in the 1992 L.A. riots, but that's a specific and complex prejudice of the hood (see also "Do the Right Thing"). A lot of street-level stupidity was directed at anyone looking vaguely Middle Eastern after 9/11, but also a lot of protection and good will. Even in the most unlikely of places. And in that case there clearly was a cultural root to the attacks (as opposed to individual psychopathy) that preceded the backlash, which would explain, but never excuse, the sporadic harrassment.

While I'm asking for information, can anyone tell me how many Muslim- or Arab-Americans were killed after, and as a result of, the 9/11 attacks? Numbers seem scarce, and the only clear examples I can recall were unfortunate Sikhs who were misidentified by raging haters as Muslims.

It's possible, then, that more Muslim-Americans were killed by the 9/11 terrorists than by the American public's "backlash." I might be wrong about that. And of course murder is only the most extreme form of "backlash." But "the most extreme" seems to be the default expectation of most of the rest of the world -- and a good many of the antis here at home -- to anything having to do with my fellow Americans.

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Monday, April 09, 2007

In a Station of the Metro

[posted by Callimachus]

Charles Babbage invented the computer while Queen Victoria was still a young woman. Lord Byron's daughter, by Byron's detested mathematical wife, helped him do it in one degree or another that can not now be determined, since the historians who study this question are glamored by the celebrity name, and the feminism, and hopelessly invested on one side or another of the question.

That is, Babbage would have invented the modern computer had the technology been available. He hit upon the exact idea that makes a modern computer work, but the technology available to him was brass and wood. He did the best he could, but his machine never came close to being finished. The discovering had to be done all over again in the 1930s.

Yet Babbage is father to our times, our age, our culture. And it is a little known but significant detail of his life that Babbage detested street musicians. He inveighed against it in print ("Observations of Street Nuisances," 1864). He calculated that 25% of his working life had been destroyed by street nuisances. In part that was because he made his contempt for them so public that the public couldn't resist the urge to torment him "with an unending parade of fiddlers, Punch-and-Judys, stilt-walkers, fanatic psalmists, and tub-thumpers. Some neighbors hired musicians to play outside his windows. Others willfully annoyed him with worn-out or damaged wind instruments."

What called to mind that trivia today (I learned it by reading Hugh Kenner's obscure, perfect little book, "The Counterfeiters") was this.

Edna Souza is from Brazil. She's been shining shoes at L'Enfant Plaza [the Washington, D.C., Metro station] for six years, and she's had her fill of street musicians there; when they play, she can't hear her customers, and that's bad for business. So she fights.

Souza points to the dividing line between the Metro property, at the top of the escalator, and the arcade, which is under control of the management company that runs the mall. Sometimes, Souza says, a musician will stand on the Metro side, sometimes on the mall side. Either way, she's got him. On her speed dial, she has phone numbers for both the mall cops and the Metro cops. The musicians seldom last long.

On a certain afternoon in January, she had another one in her sights. But the modern-day Babbage let him go -- reluctantly.

He was too loud, too, Souza says. Then she looks down at her rag, sniffs. She hates to say anything positive about these damned musicians, but: "He was pretty good, that guy. It was the first time I didn't call the police."

The "pretty good" guy, it turns out, was internationally acclaimed virtuoso Joshua Bell, who routinely sells out stately concert halls where the cheap seats cost a good deal more than the $32.17 in spare change he raked in in 43 minutes of playing in the subway for strangers (one person did recognize him).

Someone got the bright idea to stand him up in the subway like just another scrounger and see what would happen. What happened was pretty predictable, to most of us, I imagine. But what about the stunt? Just another "Borat"-type exercise in proving what a lot of ridiculous rubes we Americans are?

Have you ever stopped in your tracks to listen to a musician in the subway? I have, in New York City. We even have a couple of tapes and CDs from performers first encountered in that venue.

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Tuesday, April 03, 2007

Against Forgetting



[posted by Callimachus]

From the list of Americans in Iraq, living and dead, I've vowed to see that a few names are not forgotten. Nor will I see them swallowed up into the lumpen mass of "dimwitted victims of military recruiters/sadistic babykillers/cynical mercenary profiteers" that seems to be the antiwar left's view of every American who went to the Middle East.

Some of them I wrote about on my old blog, the one I published under my own name and had to give up under threat of termination from my media job. Fern Holland was one of those. Peace Corps volunteer, Oklahoma sorority girl, environmental lawyer, tireless worker for the rights and respect of women everywhere in the world -- she was in post-Saddam Iraq before the gun barrels had cooled, and she pitched in for freedom and equality with her whole heart.

She criss-crossed the liberated land, "opening women's centers and championing women's representation in the national assembly." Until March 9, 2004, when she died, age 33, gunned down in Iraq with two colleagues after paying a regular visit to a women's center she'd helped open in Karbala.

Leading feminists from the National Organization for Women, the Feminist Majority Foundation and the National Council of Women's Organizations issued statements praising Holland's work.

Residents of a refugee camp in Guinea renamed the legal clinic she started there the Fern Holland Legal Aid Clinic of Nzerekore. The city council in Miami, where she grew up and graduated from high school, observed a moment of silence and then discussed a memorial to honor her.

As one friend said, "She literally laid her life on the line for what she believed in, which was basic human rights and the rule of law." She worked for the Coalition Provisional Authority (as a women's rights specialist). She worked with the U.S. military. She confronted both entities fearlessly, and they respected her -- in part for doing just that. She made them better by her challenge.

"I love the work," she wrote home, "and if I die, know that I'm doing precisely what I want to be doing - working to organize and educate human rights activists and women's groups."

She also had written: "I don't want to be a martyr. I want to come home one day and be with family and friends, but I can't sit in my room and hope it takes care of itself."

After her death, Radwan A. Masmoudi, founder and president of the Center for the Study of Islam & Democracy, wrote this:

Should the United States and other democratic nations, spend costly resources and even make sacrifices to help the people of Iraq develop democracy, the rule of law, and respect for human rights? Fern Holland believed so, and she gave her life for this belief.

... She was passionate in her determination that Iraq can and will become a society devoted to democracy and human rights. She was always urging and inspiring me and my colleagues to help the Iraqi people stand up with dignity, and build a modern, democratic and progressive state that can protect their rights and inspire Arabs and Muslims around the world.

... Almighty God, the Merciful, the Compassionate, will embrace this noble woman whose love for long-suffering Muslim victims of tyranny and terror was greater than her love for her own life. She was fervent in her belief and commitment that Iraqis are capable, and desirous, of becoming the first real democracy in the Arab world, and she gave her life to make it happen.

Americans and all civilized nations must persevere to make sure that the seeds that Fern Holland planted bear fruit. The goal of freedom, democracy, and human rights in Iraq and throughout the Muslim world is, as Fern Holland understood, attainable. This cause, that she loved so bravely, will triumph if good men and women, and their governments, invest time, toil, and persistence.

I think the Cherokee Nation (she was a member) said it best in a post-mortem resolution: She was "a warrior."

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Thursday, March 08, 2007

Self-Interest

[posted by Callimachus]

This is why I have no love for foreign policies shaped by "national interest." Former French Prime Minister Raymon Barre, who seems like a rather unlikable fellow overall, defends a Vichy official who collaborated in the Holocaust on the grounds that he was following orders, and legitimately, since France had no compelling national interest to justify his doing otherwise.

“Opposing the deportation of Jews had not been a matter of major national interest.”

And so, perhaps, it wasn't. Unless you build humanitarianism and virtue into the fabric of what it means to be you, national interest is amoral at best. And it seems to me France has been admirably consistent over the years in pursuing policies based principally, if not solely, on national interest. I admire the consistency; I don't typically admire the results. I think it rather betrays the French revolutionary ideal and the better nature of the French people, but that was betrayed already, and long ago, and more than once.

Is America any different? There may be a discernible direct self-interest angle in most of what we undertake. As big as the U.S. is, you don't need a lot of imagination to find it even in the most altruistic acts. We have perceived interests everywhere, in everything. If America were to give $1,000 to each and every man, woman, and child in the poorest nation on earth tomorrow, someone would quickly point out the percent of goods sold in that country made by U.S.-financed corporations and call it all a big showroom stunt.

And if you never really know anything about America or Americans, you probably will do that: Find the self-interest thread, and dismiss everything else as pious nonsense. But that seriously misreads us, and the same people who wish to see us as a selfish nation smirking behind a hypocritical creed also enjoy mocking the earnestness with which we Americans cherish outmoded ideas like spreading freedom and encouraging democracy, and the alleged naivete of our belief that we have a special national obligation to oppose tyrants and fight against what is wrong or evil.

You can have us as just Frenchmen in sheep's clothing, or as a bunch of starry-eyed do-gooder fools. But you can't have both. But they do try.

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Thursday, February 22, 2007

Our George

[re-posted by Callimachus]


It is substantially true that virtue or morality is a necessary spring of popular government. The rule, indeed, extends with more or less force to every species of free government. Who that is a sincere friend to it can look with indifference upon attempts to shake the foundation of the fabric?

Promote then, as an object of primary importance, institutions for the general diffusion of knowledge. In proportion as the structure of a government gives force to public opinion, it is essential that public opinion should be enlightened.


From Washington's Farewell Address. Go and read the whole thing on the man's birthday.

And remember, when the Founders start to talk about "virtue" and "morality," don't turn away with visions of James Dobson in your head. They meant something closer to self-sacrifice, compassion, public service, and high-minded patriotism -- good, sound human virtues that ought to resonate with any gender, sexuality, party, class, race, or creed. Gertrude Himmelfarb has ably defined the classical idea of "virtue" as "the will and capacity to put the public interest over the private."

Washington is beginning to recover his reputation; he deserves it. He was the steady hand on the tiller when we set sail as a nation. Steadiness, not reckless innovation, was the thing America needed at the time. It's to his credit that we forget the serpents of tyranny and mob rule that slithered about the American cradle. To remember, read the history of the French Revolution.

The painter Benjamin West wrote that when he talked to King George III during the Revolutionary War, the monarch asked him what he thought George Washington would do if he prevailed.

Return to his farm, West predicted -- accurately, as it turned out.

"If he does that," King George remarked, "he will be the greatest man in the world."

I've said this before. George Washington's birthday should recover its original place in our national calendar. In the early 19th century, it was one of the two great national holidays -- along with the 4th of July. Memorial Day began with the Civil War, Veteran's Day and Labor Day are 20th century creations. Thanksgiving was a local New England custom and the German immigrants brought us Christmas. No right-thinking Enlightenment republican would have made a national holiday of Easter.

But Washington's day was a great feast in the civic calendar.

Parson Weems and his biography of Washington loom large in the "Lies My Teacher Told Me" industry. Wretched literalists love to remind everyone that George Washington never chopped down a tree, never said "I cannot tell a lie," and never skipped a silver dollar across the Potomac. They claim these things are, or recently were, taught in schools as facts. They chew endlessly on the juiciness of a pious writer inventing a story -- a lie -- to illustrate the badness of lying.

Why did Parson Weems lie? I say he wasn't lying. I say he was inventing mythology.

We easily forget how new representative government was in Washington's day. What the United States became in 1787 was something that had not existed since before Christ, and the Founders harked back to ancient blueprints when they set up the American system.

They knew, for instance, that the ancient mixed government demi-democracies of Greece and Rome all had hero-founder stories to bind them together. Myth mattered; fact was irrelevant. Theseus's deeds in Athens were a pure fiction, and even an astute Athenian who had read Homer certainly knew this.

Centuries later, Plutarch (himself something of a "parson:" he served as one of the two priests at the temple of Apollo at Delphi) looked out on the Roman Empire wracked by the tyranny of Nero and the bloodbath of civil war, and he sat down and wrote the "Parallel Lives." He knew his biographical information was unreliable. He had no intention of deciding what was true or of telling histories: he was setting up characters as lessons (or anti-models), to teach his readers about being citizens, being virtuous -- being human. Emerson called the "Lives" "a bible for heroes."

Parson Weems knew this new country of America also needed myths and glorified founders to bind it together in its diversity. His biographies of the founders are the American equivalent of Shakespeare's English history plays. Like Athens, we were a nation born myth-less. We were absent from the catalogue of ships, so Weems gave us a Mount Vernon Theseus to fill the bill. Like Rome, the United States (which still took a plural pronoun in those days) could not survive without common civic virtues. He gave us Washington as their exemplar.

Washington, the walking collection of biographical details, hardly mattered to that purpose. And I believe Washington would have endorsed that view entirely. Which is why George Washington ought to be put back on his birthday pedestal.

To me, Washington is American history's grand exemplar of the virtue of civic duty. Say "actor-president" and people think Reagan, but Washington played a role so thoroughly, and so perfectly, that people still think he was that regal, noble Roman hero. When you read the accounts of him written by his intimate circle during the Revolution, you see the American man -- vain, hard-driving, hard-cussing, clever in a farmer's ways. And you appreciate what he did to get America launched on an even keel: passing up a life he could have spent happily among his horses, transforming himself into a living virtue as a gift to the new nation.

As the Revolution drew to a close, Washington deliberately reached back to yet another historical myth to ease the delicate transition from military revolution to civilian administration: Cincinnatus, the Roman hero who, during a crisis, reluctantly accepted the dictatorship for six months, defeated Rome's enemies in six weeks, then resigned and went back to his plow.

Now regarded as almost surely mythical, Cincinnatus was a real hero to the Founders. And when Washington resigned from public life in 1783 after the great victory and returned to Mount Vernon rather than mounting the throne of the new nation, he was the marvel of the world, and he was behaving quite deliberately on the classical model. His peers recognized it. Washington became head of an association of Revolutionary War veterans -- the equivalent of today's American Legion or VFW -- called the Society of the Cincinnati.

As America's first president, Washington literally had to invent the job of being an elected leader of a nation, because there was no model for it in modern times. He had to parse out decisions about what title people should use when addressing the president, how a president should interact with Congress, how he should receive dinner invitations.

In some small details of protocol, Washington erred on the side of royalty. No harm done; Adams and Jefferson tilted the balance carefully back. The danger of having no dignity at the top, no noblesse oblige, was the greater danger, and Washington made sure we had enough noblesse to realize the oblige.

Do modern Americans still need national myths like Washington's cherry tree? Well, I doubt the old myths are literally recoverable, but we continually spin new ones, so we must crave them yet. To insist we the people be content with the dry facts of our history is as impractical as it is for secular people to expect the rest of Americans to simply get over this religion thing.

Myths are made on all sides, in all quarters. Look at the hagiography of some of the Sept. 11 victims. Michael Moore's stock-in-trade is the manufactured myth, fed to a yearning-to-believe audience. For a while, supporters of president Bush had a habit of comparing him to Shakespeare's Prince Hal/Henry V.

Not all myths are productive. But myths like those woven in 1800 by Parson Weems tell us who we are and what we stand for, and that tempers a great power by giving it a virtuous purpose. "Morality" has become a dirty word to a lot of people, because they concede morals to the prudes. So I'll go back to the word the Founders used: virtues. When Europeans carp about our patriotic religion and fixation with morality, I say, "you really don't want to have to deal with what we'd be without it." A great power without virtues is more deadly to itself and its neighbors than a great power that believes it has to live up to some high standard ordained by God, the gods, human experience or history.

That's why we need to bring back George Washington.

Some further ruminations on our George here.

And finally, though I would separate Washington's Birthday from Lincoln's, here's one of the many stories Lincoln famously told to entertain his fellow lawyers on the long nights riding the circuit on the Illinois frontier:

One of the leaders of the American Revolution -- I forget now who it was, Ethan Allen, perhaps -- visited England after the war. His host entertained him comfortably, but was the sort of fellow who constantly disparaged America and Americans generally (no, it didn't start with Bush), and never could get over the fact we had beaten them in the war. To amuse himself and to twit his American guest, the host hung a print of George Washington on the wall of his outhouse. It had been there for a few days, and the host knew the American must have seen it, but he had said nothing. Finally overcome by curiosity, the host asked his guest what he thought of the picture of Washington.

"It is most appropriately hung," the American replied. "Nothing ever made the British shit like the sight of George Washington."

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Monday, February 12, 2007

Trivia Quiz

[posted by Callimachus]

Dean has a Trivia Question, but I can't link directly to just the question and not the answer (in the comments), so here's the question:

For 425 points, name the last President of the United States who did not have a college degree.

For 1,024 more points, name the first President of the United States who did not have a college degree.

Guess, then go look. FWIW I got both wrong.

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Tuesday, January 30, 2007

Tragedy by Numbers

[posted by Callimachus]

If you're white or Hispanic in America and you get sent to state prison, your life expectancy goes down -- you're more likely to die in the slammer.

If you're black in America, however, prison is statistically safer than home. According to "the first truly detailed analysis of death in U.S. prisons," released earlier this month, "Black Americans are significantly more likely to survive in prison than in their own neighborhoods ...."[1]

While white and Hispanic inmates were slightly more likely to die from disease or violence behind bars, the mortality rate among black state prison inmates was 57 percent lower than their counterparts of similar age on the outside, the study found.

Julian Bond has some pointed comments on it: "It doesn't say anything good about prison. It says everything bad about the neighborhoods." But later he does say, "It's also about the fact these guys have access to health care in prison that they don't have at home."

Typically he focuses on failing schools and lack of jobs, rather than social and cultural factors, or even the pop culture glamorization of drugs and violence in the ghetto from a safe distance (I've seen "Hustle and Flow" showered with accolades and awards, and I've seen the reality around me, which could make a movie called "Rot and Die"). Really its pointless to try to disentangle them, and the conservative and liberal views of why life is so routinely awful for black Americans don't conflict so much as describe different aspects of the same disaster.

[1] "The study examined the deaths of 12,129 inmates over four years, but did not include data from federal prisons or local jails."

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Monday, January 29, 2007

Alive

[posted by Callimachus]



Rosie the Riveter in living color, red socks and all. Amazing what a difference it makes in perception. We've seen similar images of the Great Depression and World War II in black and white hundreds of times. Now they're real. You feel you know something more about her in seeing the color she chose to bind up her hair, dressing by lamplight before the swing shift bus pulled up.

Not just the posed and dramatic scenes. But the way the world would look if you woke up on a Saturday morning in 1941 and walked out the door:



For my Southern friends, who fondly recall such places:



The whole stack here.

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Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Quote of the Day

“In free governments, dangerous precedents are to be dreaded from good and popular characters only.”

[François-Xavier Martin, (1762-1846), French-born American jurist and author of a history of New Orleans]. From this fascinating, if selective, tour through Andrew Jackson's mind.

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Thursday, January 18, 2007

Iraqi Refugees

[posted by Callimachus]

UPDATED: See bottom

Something worth noting transpired in recent Senate hearings on Iraq:

Iraq is emerging as one of the fastest-growing refugee crises in the world, with an estimated 1.7 million Iraqis displaced from their homes and up to 100,000 fleeing the country to Jordan, Syria and other nations amid intensifying sectarian violence, U.S. officials and experts testified yesterday.

Yet the United States has allowed only 466 Iraqis to immigrate under refugee status since 2003 -- including 202 out of 70,000 slots for refugees last year -- in part because of more stringent security screenings, officials said at a hearing of the Senate Judiciary Committee.

"The Bush administration has $20 million in its fiscal 2007 budget for Iraqi refugee assistance," it notes, and adds, somewhat disingenuously, "the United States is spending $8 billion a month on the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan."

According to the LA Times:

A new U.S. program offers special immigrant visas to Afghan and Iraqi translators working with the U.S. military, but only 50 are available each year.

The president also sets an annual quota for refugee admissions, including a set number for emergencies. For the 2006 fiscal year, which ended Sept. 30, President Bush allocated 70,000 refugee admissions, 5,500 of which were designated for the Middle East and 10,000 of which were for emergencies. About 50,000 refugees were allowed into America last year, only 202 of whom were from Iraq.

Now, I understand what I take to be the administration's logic in this: We still treat Iraq and Afghanistan as places we are working hard and sacrificing for the sake of bringing stability and prosperity. We're asking our military men and women to make sacrifices for the sake of that commitment. To at the same time treat these places like burning buildings that people need to be rescued from at all costs is to send a completely cross message.

And I expect the same people who have a blanket obsession with both immigration and Islam will wring their hands mightily at the idea of opening the national gates to thousands of Iraqi refugees. And there is a very real likelihood that some genuine terrorists will get in among them.

But I have to agree with Marc Cooper that this is, so far, shameful. Too often when the U.S. has gone abroad on some mission, it has succeeded in getting more of our friends killed than our enemies. It's too soon to give up on Iraq. But it's very possible that such a time will come. It's even more possible that Americans, collectively and in their government, will give up on it before that time has arrived.

In either case, I will take my stand with the refugees, and for a generous and serious commitment to those who have stood by us in the war. Sen. Patrick J. Leahy (D-Vt.), the committee's chairman, is right about this: "We should not repeat the tragic and immoral mistake from the Vietnam era and leave friends without a refuge and subject to violent reprisals." Hopefully I can count on his party to follow through on that thought.

UPDATE: I wanted to reference this article from today's Wall Street Journal, but it is behind the damned subscription firewall. Someone at Leatherneck.com has helpfully sapped the wall, however. So you can see this:

Since the start of the war, 257 Iraqi interpreters have been killed, says Titan Corp. of San Diego, which just completed a five-year, $4.6 billion Pentagon contract to provide linguists to U.S. forces. Most of those killed were assassinated while on home leave, the company says.

Hobbling on crutches or rolling through their days in wheelchairs, the Terps see themselves as combat veterans of America's war, which should entitle them to medical care, pensions and safety. Most want to emigrate to the U.S.

After lobbying by the U.S. Marine Corps, Congress approved a special immigration program for translators in 2005. But just 50 slots a year were granted, which must be shared between Iraqi and Afghan applicants with at least a year's service with U.S. combat troops. More than 5,000 locals have served in Iraq as interpreters. Some lawmakers and U.S. officials have argued that if the U.S. made it too easy for skilled Iraqis to leave, fewer would remain to help build Iraq. And if special benefits are carved out for interpreters, thousands more Iraqis who have worked with Americans -- from drivers to nurses to soldiers -- would also demand similar help.

We have to do better. From what I've seen and read and heard, the 5,000 terps are just the tip of the iceberg of the people in Iraq who have helped us try to help them. If you're going to pull the plug on the whole operation, I'm going to advocate for a massive relocation of these folks. If Joe Biden has dreams of the helicopters on the embassy roofs, I am not going to let him leave these people behind, or haunt him like a demon if he does.

I feel like letting every U.S. soldier and Marine who has served in battle zones in Iraq pick one willing local to bring home with him when we leave, if he or she so chooses. Skip the paperwork.

In a nearby room is one of the oldest Terps, Rabeh Khafaji, a 52-year-old Shiite nicknamed "Marcos." He was close to troops he patrolled with and says he "adopted" his 23-year-old platoon leader, Lt. Emily Perez. Told recently that she died in the same explosion that took both his lower legs, the former merchant seaman clutched Ms. Perez's photo to his chest and sobbed, "My beautiful child."

But it's all about Bush, really, isn't it? He's the only person who is real, the only person who matters. Failure has consequences, fools. Wipe that smile off your face when you talk about "how screwed we are."

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Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Letters from Home

It was an immigrant, of course -- Carl Schurz, German student revolutionary, soldier in his adopted land, veteran of the carnage at Chancellorsville (the battle Stephen Crane imagined for "The Red Badge of Courage") -- who made the enduring statement of American patriotism: "Our country right or wrong."

The name probably had been Schürze back in the homeland. His country, probably, got his name wrong. But America had no room for umlauts. Losing your native letters was one of the prices of admission to the Land of the Free.

The melting pot always dissolved exotic alphabets. Antonín Dvořák dreamed magic into America with his "New World" symphony, but when his Czech name came to be printed over here, it was stripped of its r-caron. "Dvorak" is not the same name at all, but "Dvorak" he became. Just as the Müllers and Schülzes who sailed from Bremen turned up "Mullers" and "Schultzes" in the directories of Hoboken.

Welcome to America. A twenty-six-letter Latin alphabet, barely sufficient to cover the sound-pattern of everyday English. It's what we got; everyone gets by. Take it or leave it, bud.

It's cultural imperialism. It's bigoted ethnocentrism. It's disrespectful of every tenet of modern multicultural values. And it's what allowed America to happen.

French, German, Swedish, Czech, Irish -- all use the same basic Latin alphabet, but each has a few extra characters suited to itself. They don't cause much trouble at home. But when you pile immigrants from all these places into America, their typographical baggage would swamp the printers. To accomodate all the immigrant languages that used variations of the Latin alphabet, they'd have to work from trays of close to 600 characters. And then as many again for italics. And that doesn't even begin to deal with Greek, Russian, and Hebrew.

Instead, we kept it simple. Everyone lost something, and everyone chipped in to the common culture. Americans learned some science from Anders Ångström, but they left his quirky Scandinavian vowels out of it. We took the Spanish names for the landscape features of the West, like cañon, but not the n-tilde. Why, even the haughty French -- Le Français willingly submitted to the loss of their cédille when they crossed the Atlantic. When Vietnamese refugees arrived in the 1970s, they lost their lovely horned vowels and wrote in simple American letters.

As did we all. With the whole range of upper case and lower case letters, arabic numerals, basic ligatures, punctuation marks, and spaces, the Monotype machine used extensively for newspaper and book typesetting in the early 20th century had a mere 255 characters. With that, the vast literature and popular press that drove the engines of democracy churned out their work.

When computers were born, the extended ASCII set, in use after 1980, offered a mere 256. Given the restrictions of early bitmapping and the requirements of coding, it's possible that the modern computer never would have been developed in a culture with an overly elaborate alphabet system. It certainly wouldn't have happened in an America that needed 600 letters just to say anything.

When the Internet became a worldwide phenomenon, then, of course, the cries of typographical imperialism arose. The neglect of all those other cultural markers in the computer keyboards was a sign of what makes America so infuriating to non-Americans -- and of what makes it work.

For by then the system -- the one whose birth probably required a stripped-down alphabet -- had grown robust enough to rise to the challenge. The latest Unicode that I'm aware of defines 96,382 characters. Enough for the whole world.

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Wednesday, September 07, 2005

New Orleans, Let's Roll

Cicero wonders whether in America the bonds of community have weakened -- by which he means real communities of people who share the same space. And while Cicero notes some beautiful stories have risen from the disaster, of average people heroically helping neighbors and strangers, he also wonders whether New Orleans didn't unravel as it did in part because America's social fabric has weakened.

We live in an era where networked communities are on the rise. But there are logical limits to sharing values with people who you don’t rub elbows with, who are far-flung and offline in the event of catastrophe. Whether we know it or not, we’re reliant on our communities who are there in a pinch, in close proximity. Sometimes it’s to borrow a cup of sugar. Other times it’s to have the neighbor watch your kid so you can deal with an emergency. And sometimes the community is essential for dealing with outright catastrophe.

That certainly is true in my case. Many of the people I have been closes to, and even most intimate with, are people I know primarily on the Internet. Most of my oldest friends live in far-flung places.

By contrast, I look at the people I work with, and I couldn't tell you where most of them go home to at the end of the night. And where I go home to, I have a less-than-passing acquaintance with my neighbors. I only know one family by name on my block. Most of the rest are renters. Most come and go in less than a year, but some have been there as long as I have. Yet we nod to one another, and know nothing about each other's lives.

If a catastrophe like the New Orleans hurricane befell my community, I can tell you what would happen: People like us, with cars and plastic money, would be able to get away if we chose to. The old, the obese poor, the sick, and the stubborn would be stuck there and suffer. Some others would stay to guard their movable property or their drug dealing business; some would feel opportunistic and loot the houses like mine.

Cicero again:

Our modern culture rewards buying houses with tall fences that keep communities disjointed. It rewards big screen TVs and TiVo to be entertained on command. It rewards anonymous shopping at Wal-Mart, checking out foreign merchandise from an anonymous cashier. Our modern culture rewards walking around with an iPod, shutting out the people around us. It uses art, cuisine and historical cultures as backdrops for tourist brochures. Our modern culture rewards spending most of our time alone, even when we’re on the phone, chatting on the Internet, or playing networked video games. It rewards a group of teenage girls I saw the other day at a restaurant booth: four girls, all of them on cell phones talking to someone else, while eating their burgers. Alone together.

He seems to be describing a suburban lifestyle. I was raised in a sort of suburb in the 1960s, but I haven't lived in one in a long, long time. Recently Luke and Amy and I visited Amy's co-worker in her new suburban development home -- a classic setting of treeless half-acre lots along loop roads with houses assembled from the same materials in one of four designs. We felt strange and uncomfortable. The place was a paradise for children -- the children were everywhere around us, a gnat-swarm of 8-year-old that swept from yard to yard, pool to kitchen to basement family room. But the adults seemed somehow juvenile, too. They were the same age as us and worked in the same sorts of places, but they seemed to have been trapped in that playpen, too, as though the entire work were built by Fisher Price.

I felt even less sure of their virtues and civility than that of my neighbors. At least among the criminals and the husltlers and the working poor you know the ground rules. They have no illusions about themselves, or about you. But even on a short visit among the suburbs, we felt the tensions tremble under their surface. We felt rifts of the bad decisions people there perhaps had made with their spouses and their neighbor's spouses. I suspect the only "community" there was the common interest of choosing to devote yourself to attaining suburban development living. I wondered, if a New Orleans calamity had befallen the loop road neighborhoods, whether the difference between their disintegration and that of my inner city block would have been no more than the difference between the food capacity in the refrigerators.

Over the years I have become suspicious of what we are building in place of traditional communities. We hear the word ‘community’ a lot, especially in buzz-terms of social networking. But I think a simple definition of a community is that it is a collection of trusted people you can rely on in whatever life throws at you, no matter how bad. And they rely upon you too, regardless of your ‘culture.’ It’s an old concept that is fraying in the face of modernity’s demand that we socialize virtually, even though so many essential bonds are severed in the process.

Again, I think he's right, and I also think he's right, when seeking where that community spirit drained off to, to look in part to the fragmentation and false intimacy of the vitrual worlds.

But the situation in the American past was complex. We've always been a centrifugal society, overall. William Penn tried the social experiment of settling his Quakers in villages, the better to keep them in association, only to find they as quickly dispersed into their landholdings and got as far away from one another as possible. In 1830, deTocqueville noted a tendency of Americans to form cliques, rather than communities:

The Americans, who mingle so readily in their political assemblies and courts of justice, are wont carefully to separate into small distinct circles in order to indulge by themselves in the enjoyments of private life. Each of them willingly acknowledges all his fellow citizens as his equals, but will only receive a very limited number of them as his friends or his guests. This appears to me to be very natural. In proportion as the circle of public society is extended, it may be anticipated that the sphere of private intercourse will be contracted; far from supposing that the members of modern society will ultimately live in common, I am afraid they will end by forming only small coteries.

And from there, my thought turned down a corridor Cicero did not consider in his essay (perhaps he thought of it, too, but there's only so many ways you can go at once in a piece of writing). I thought about the great outcry for the biggest possible federal power to come and rescue the city and its inhabitants.

So many keystrokes have been expended in bitter disputes over which agency or which political power failed to rescue the city, that it took someone like Cicero to even bring up the matter of community and people's reliance on one another. And even then many people will certainly regard his mention of it suspiciously, as though he were trying to shift blame onto the victims and away from whatever mighty agency is under fire from its political enemies.

Yet the idea that an invocation of community would be strange to us, is itself strange. We praise the people who pull together, but regard the fact that they have to do so as another sign that the government let us down.

De Tocqueville foresaw all this, too. He compared America, where a great many people who were powerless on their own joined forces to accomplish something together -- be it improving their towns or relieving their sufferings. They formed associations for the purpose, and associations grew naturally in the fertile soil of self-conscious communities.

In France, he noted, the same things would have been done by an appeal to a few powerful and wealthy aristocrats. The people would have no thought of accomplishing "great undertakings" on their own. He also noted that the French did not mind this in the least, and did not envy, or even understand, the American way of doing things. Indeed, it took de Tocqueville himself some time and effort to get used to it:

The first time I heard in the United States that a hundred thousand men had bound themselves publicly to abstain from spirituous liquors, it appeared to me more like a joke than a serious engagement, and I did not at once perceive why these temperate citizens could not content themselves with drinking water by their own firesides. I at last understood that these hundred thousand Americans, alarmed by the progress of drunkenness around them, had made up their minds to patronize temperance.

The French were content that "the more enfeebled and incompetent the citizens become, the more able and active the government ought to be rendered in order that society at large may execute what individuals can no longer accomplish."

"They believe this answers the whole difficulty," de Tocqueville wrote, "but I think they are mistaken."

Does this descrption of popular attitudes sound like Europe today -- with "bureaucrats" in place of "aristocrats" -- as well as France in 1830? The question Cicero seems to ask is, is America today more like Europe than like America in 1830?

De Tocqueville foresaw that the United States government's power would necessarily grow as economies grew more complex, and that this was a self-perpetuating development: "The more [government] stands in the place of associations, the more will individuals, losing the notion of combining together, require its assistance." And that, he said, was a great threat.

Among the laws that rule human societies there is one which seems to be more precise and clear than all others. If men are to remain civilized or to become so, the art of associating together must grow and improve in the same ratio in which the equality of conditions is increased.

Also in the news today, and likely to be buried beneath hurricane reports, the winning design was chosen for the Flight 93 memorial. Why do we revere the story of that doomed flight? In part, because it reminds us that the ability to form ourselves into a community is not lost. In a few minutes -- literally in the last few minutes of life -- this random collection of Americans formed itself into a community with one purpose. They set out to do the only right thing that remained to be done, however hard it was. And if they did not save themselves, they saved many, many lives elsewhere.

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Friday, July 08, 2005

Yankee Unilateralism

The hue and cry last week over the U.S. Commerce Department's announcement regarding ICANN probably reveals, more than anything, how little most folks know about how the Internet works -- even the people who use it every day.

The fight is more a political turf war than anything. It may well be a case of the Bush administration not wanting to give up a power it doesn't fully understand, out of fear of unwittingly giving up something essential to national security. On the other side, there's a hefty dose of America-is-Evil paranoia. The wider world, poisoned by long-cultivated fear, cries "unilateralism."

This analysis offers one version:

I suspect that most countries in the world would strongly prefer the UN to have the role of overseer of the monopolies because they trust the UN more than they trust the US in times of instability. So far, the US government has not abused its power over ICANN and the root by, say, changing the nameserver records for countries with whom the US has been at war. But it could.

But it hasn't. I don't think it's jingoism to say the United States is the most frequently and vituperously insulted nation on the face of the earth, and the one that does least to gag those who curse it.

So doesn't the "If it ain't broke" rule apply? Especially if the "repairmen" who show up and ask to take control of the non-problem look like Moe, Larry & Curly. I fear control by the U.N. more than I fear occasionally seeing the Internet babysat by a U.S. administration that includes a John Ashcroft or a Dick Cheney.

And in fact, the U.N. is eager to get its hands on the Internet domain name system, as this version of the story explains:

The announcement also represents an effective snub to a United Nations process that is set to culminate in a summit in Tunisia in November. One gripe of the summit participants has been poorer nations should have more say in the way the Internet is operated.

Why on earth being "poor" qualifies you to make rules for the Internet is anyone's guess. And once again, this is why the idea of turning control of it over to a "world body" sends shivers down my spine. It was the UN, after all, that put the genocidal

government of Sudan at the head of its Committee on Human Rights. Can you imagine the Internet controlled by delegations from Beijing and Tehran?

The possibility mentioned in the Circleid.com article, of changing nameserver records of an entire nation, suggests awesome potential for terrorism or economic warfare.

The Internet, under the benign protection of the U.S., has established itself as a place of free commerce, both of goods and ideas. To me, the proper analogy is the old British Navy.

Arthur Herman's book "To Rule the Waves" is the story of how "a single institution, the British navy, built the modern global system, which is our system, for better or worse. It did this first by challenging and toppling the global system forged by Spain and Portugal in the age of Columbus. Then it reshaped the world in the eighteenth and ninteenth centuries to fit the needs and desires of the British Empire. Those needs -- access to markets, freedom of trade across international boundaries, an orderly state system that prefers peace to war, speedy communication and travel across open seas and skies -- remain the principal features of globalization today."

His thesis is hardly radical; it has been understood since Mahan's day. But though the British Navy has since retired as world's policeman, Herman gives this history an ongoing relevance to the most modern situations. Some discontent minds romanticize the pre-modern or non-globalized world. I am not among them. Nation-states can be destructively violent, and competitive economies can be ruthless. Yet many of the modern system's numerous faults and defects may be overcome in time by the wealth and widespread knowledge it generates. If you want to see the plausible alternative, try some Talibanistan or one of the failed states of Africa.

The world system that emerged after 1815 would be one increasingly reliant on the British Navy as international policeman. The sea routes on which the British Empire depended were made accessible to other nations, as an expression of the British principle of free trade. The peace and security the navy brought to Britain's shores increasingly extended to other parts of the world. The personal liberty Englishmen enjoyed became a basic human right .... British navy vessels regularly intervened to protect Briton and non-Briton alike from tyranny and violence. An empire, originally born out of ruthless ambition and brutality, had become the basis for a new progressive world order.

And "globalization" still depends on sea power. Though the American Navy has inherited the job of keeping the world's sea lanes open, almost 95 percent of the world's international trade is waterbourne -- 99.5 percent of all transcontinental trade.

Did the British fleets in their day behave selfishly, unilaterally, and for moralistic reasons? You bet. They single-handedly slammed the door on the African slave trade in the early 19th century, and dried it to a mere trickle. The Portuguese, Spanish, Latin Americans, French, and Yankees still wanted to keep it up.

Certainly the multilateralists of that day would have yearned for an international governing body of "poorer" (and less moralistic) nations to take control of this "system" away from the British Crown. But I hardly think we would consider the results an improvement.



The U.S. Navy continues the tradition of policing the seas in both a humanitarian and military sense. Its role in the Sumatra tsunami disaster last December was wel publicized. But smaller incidents take place every day, and never get told. When the U.S.S. Cole arrived in Philadelphia this year for the grand Fourth of July celebration, a story transpired that I only learned because one radio talk show host interviewed the captain who happened to mention that the Cole almost didn't make the event.

Before arriving in Philadelphia, the Cole participated in the annual Baltic Sea operations, a joint exercise of 11 nations. But the Cole took an unexpected detour on the way here, for reasons that offer a symbolic story about the U.S. military, one which hasn't been told until now. Here is the way [the Cole's commander, Brian A.] Solo spelled out the itinerary in an e-mail to me:

"At 2300 hours on 27 June, COLE received word via the Coast Guard regarding a medical emergency aboard a civilian sailboat in the middle of the Atlantic Ocean... more than 300 [nautical miles] to the southeast of COLE's position. The patient was initially reported to have appendicitis. Due in Philadelphia, COLE nevertheless turned and headed, at best speed (30+ knots) towards the position of the sailboat. Simultaneously, the merchant vessel CHIQUITA NEDERLAND, who was in the vicinity of the sailing vessel, took the patient, a 16-year-old French national, on board, and then headed at best speed to the northwest to meet COLE."

Yes, one of the Navy's finest - in the midst of the war on terror - changed course to save a French teenager. (This isn't a picture of the military the mainstream media is anxious to portray. It's far too sympathetic.)

"Two Canadian Search and Rescue (SAR) parachutists were dropped from a C-130 aircraft to the merchant vessel to assist with the medical care of the patient... At this point, our arrival to Philadelphia on time was in jeopardy because of the high speeds that would be required in order to make it in time to pass under the Walt Whitman Bridge at low tide. Cole is approximately 150 feet tall and the bridge is only 150 feet tall. COLE was also concerned... because we were burning fuel at a very high rate and we would need to rendezvous with an oiler... much further east than previously planned."

The Cole - at sea for weeks and anxious to get to Philly for the Fourth - put the visit in jeopardy to save a sailing Frenchman.

"Cole's Independent Duty Corpsman, HMC(SW) David Hendricks rendered first aid, and the patient began to stabilize. Ultimately, the Cole sought and received permission to take the patient... directly to Philadelphia. The French patient's father met him in Philadelphia and both he and the two Canadian parachutists were transferred without incident," Solo said.

"While we hope that situations requiring rescue operations won't arise, we work hard to maintain our readiness just in case. We, along with the Canadian search and rescue team, were fortunate to be in a position to help this young French citizen."


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Saturday, May 14, 2005

Thinking Out Loud

Have more than two conversations with an intelligent European, and you'll discover two irreconcilable notions about America:

1. America is no different than any other nation; it only thinks it is. It ought to be made to play by the same rules as everyone else. America has no right to hold itself up as a model for any nation. It's historical "exceptionalism" is a myth.

2. America is unique because it is so powerful, and therefore it can expect to be resented, ridiculed, villified, even attacked. Therefore, too, it has to be subject to special restrictions and handicaps in the international setting. Its history, too, is fraught with blood-curdling aberrations that place it outside the mainstream of civilization, as exemplified by, say, France. When Rumsfeld dismisses "Old Europe," that's arrogance. When political leaders of Frence, Germany, and Spain maintain their grip on the electorate by non-stop trampling the American flag, that's good governance.

All the good ideas Americans ever had are really European ideas (democracy, religious tolerance, freedom of speech, secular government). All the bad things about America's history (slavery, racism, wars of conquest, Indian genocide, religious fanaticism) are its own inventions having nothing to do with Europe, and they signify how uncivilized and brutish the place is.

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Americans tend to believe our nation, for all its flaws and historical stumbles, is a beacon of freedom, and that we are a generous people who willingly help out less fortunate nations.

So if you're the rest of the world, why not encourage us to think that about ourselves, then remind us to live up to our standards? See what good can come of it.

One wonders whether the world would be better off if more people encouraged the citizens of the United States in our will to believe that we are a generous, warm-hearted, freedom-loving people, and applauded us for it. And let us believe we are respected, and that our respect in the world depends on our spreading the towering wealth we've accumulated, for the good of all.

It would seem to me to be at least more productive than constantly bashing and belittling the America dream about itself, to be fixated on making us believe we're the worst nation that ever marched across history's stage.

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Thursday, May 05, 2005

And One More Thing

Administration critics, led by former president Teddy Roosevelt (who had lost to Wilson in 1912) blasted the White House for sending America's military to war without sufficient equipment, and for putting the nation in debt:

"We paid the price later with broomstick rifles, log-wood cannon, soldiers without shoes, and epidemics of pneumonia in the camps," he wrote in 1918. "We are paying the price now in shortage of coal and congestion of transportation, and in the double cost of necessary war-supplies. We are paying the price and shall pay the price in the shape of taxes and a national debt at least twice as large as would have been the case if with forethought and wisdom we had prepared in advance. We have paid the price in the blood of tens of thousands of gallant men."

This all has a familiar ring, but it hardly counts as an echo; America has never gone into any way prepared for the war it thought it would be fighting, much less for the one that actually took place. The average soldier or sailor always manages to jury-rig what he needs (Confederate cavalry wove saddle blankets out of Spanish moss) and partisans of the war-making administration praise "Yankee ingenuity, while opponents decry a "rush to war."

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Sunday, February 20, 2005

The Watch on the Whine

Bush is in Europe and Europe is howling like scalded cats. Hey, Hans, make up your mind: do you want him to talk to you, or do you want him to ignore you?

Just today, in my e-mail, I'm lectured that European diplomacy is "a much more refined way of doing things than those boring kitschy monologues Americans prefer, about knights in shiny armor in their glorious fight against evil. We are civilized people after all, not cowboys."

Again with the cowboys.

Let's admit they're right. The Hundredth Meridian got into our blood. American individualism is the one quality that unites us -- across regions, generations, ethnicities. You hone your smarts and you trust your instincts. You stay self-sufficient, even in a crowd, and you keep your powder dry. We were the frontier's before there were cowboys, before the frontier broke out of the Ohio woods.

John Jay was among the Founders who feared the frontier was turning Americans into "white savages" who slaughtered the natives to get their land. Dispersed in isolated clearings, cut off from civilizing influences, "Shall we not fill the wilderness with white savages," he wondered, "and will they not become more formidable to us than the tawny ones who now inhabit it?"

There's a whole lot more to us than that. But there is that. We like it, frankly. And like any strong thing, it needs a firm tempering force. Not to stifle it, but to keep it flowing in the right channels. The essential counterbalance to this frontier quality in our national character is another feature of America that makes liberal, secular Europe cringe: religion.

Not our religion at its worst, which can be banal, bullying, and benighted (much like European secularism can be). But our religious nature at its best, when it embraces the social virtues of compassion. Make the world a better place, starting with your community. Honest self-sacrifice, compassion, public service, high-minded patriotism: When the Founders talked about virtues -- and they often did -- they meant this, not sex.

That quality doesn't spring from the intellectual Christianity, but from the enthusiastic, evangelical sort. It's rooted in John Wesley's new trinity: Gain all you can (without losing your soul), save all you can, give all you can. Early Methodism, a wildfire, frontier faith in America in the generation before the Revolution, placed religious emphasis squarely on personal charity and good works.

Christian, yes; conservative, no. Wesley railed against the "devilishly false" belief, then current, that the poor "are poor only because they are idle." Early evangelicals worked for prison reform and humane treatment of the insane, and they led the anti-slavery crusade in England. American atheists of my time seem to be able to organize only long enough to chase Christian symbolism out of the public square, but not long enough to, say, put up tents for tsunami victims. I have long lamented, in my personally heathen and publicly secular life, that all the good causes were dominated by devout and public Christians. Not because I resent them, but because I envy them.

Tigerhawk, reviewing Hugh Hewitt's book on blogs, makes a similar observation, with regard to the left and the right in America:

However, Hewitt is right that there is a substantial difference in tone and emphasis between left and right, quite distinct from substantive political orientation. Volunteerism, for example, runs through most righty blogs (see, for example, the Spirit of America, which has been essentially uncovered on the left), whereas the lefty blogs promote activism (they are always "meeting up," and covering demonstrations in the sincerest of tones). This is probably an echo of underlying political assumptions. Conservatives genuinely believe that much can be accomplished through volunteerism, particularly through churches. Professional activism, though, has been almost entirely the province of the left (with the obvious but virtually singular exception of the anti-abortion activists).

[Though this is written in political terms, yet I think the essential division here is between religious -- in this case Christian -- outlook and a secular worldview.]

That's one reason the Founders, the most powerful pack of secularists and deists in this nation's history, didn't fear Christianity, though they execrated its worst excesses. Christianity, in any form, is not an ideal civic religion. No existing religion is. But you go to self-government with the religion you have.

The moral qualities, the virtues -- to the extent that we really live up to them -- are the magic that turns our rugged individualism (especially as subverted now into free-market economics) into powerful forces for good. Europeans don't see the better half. To the extent that our religious life is based on personal salvation through good works, it is an ennobling force in America.

This marriage of morality and individualism terrifies Europeans, who see in us only a reckless monster, arrogant and ignorant. And yet when it strides it can leave their mechanical good-works-as-government socialism in the dust. The reaction to the tsunami crisis shows that much of the world can't even see America any more. While Americans as individuals were donating tens of millions of dollars, and Americans, as organized in our military, actually saved thousands of lives, much of the rest of the world only looked at our official government pronouncements and concluded we were "stingy." As if the government was the nation.

Over there, seemingly, it is. Europe, including Britain, has been essentially socialist for most of the past century. That makes it easy for us to forget how many of our essential national qualities came from them -- our religions of the social gospel, our sense of a natural moral sense in human beings. On a deep level, the Europeans do not seem to forget this; they recognize in us a people on a path they once trod and turned away from. In their loathing I see both a recognition of old embarrassments, and a secret dread that they forsook something wonderful.

What is now exceptionally "American" once was English. The French observers of the 18th and early 19th century saw it there: Voltaire, who admired England, saw it. Montesquieu wrote that the English "know better than any other people upon earth how to value, at the same time, these three great advantages -- religion, commerce, and liberty." De Tocqueville wrote that he "enjoyed, too, in England what I have long been deprived of -- a union between the religious and the political world, between public and private virtue, between Christianity and liberty."

"If America is now exceptional," Gertrude Himmelfarb ["Roads to Modernity"] wrote, "it is because it has inherited and preserved aspects of the British Enlightenment that the British themselves have discarded and that other countries (France, most notably) have never adopted."

Thus the historical stage set for the modern misunderstanding across the Atlantic, which is played out in the media. As John Rosenthal writes about Arte, the jointly financed French-German public television channel:

"Those Americans inclined to react to every apparent expression of French rage at America by posing the proverbial and doleful question 'Why do they hate us?' might consider Arte and then realize that perhaps 'they' don’t know us. The problem with Arte in this connection is not that there is a lack of material on American society and politics in its programming, but rather that there is a wildly excessive offering of such material, almost all of it, however, being selected and spun in such a way as to caste the US in the most negative imaginable light and some of it consisting of outright disinformation."

Everywhere Bush goes this week, the protesters will be out in their hundreds and thousands. We'd be fools to treat them as honest and informed people who wish America well, but object to specific U.S. policies or attitudes. For all Europe's certainty of its own superiority and its arrogant mockery of our populist rube politics, the continent is deeply, willfully ignorant about us.

To read Euro-rage as simply America's "squandering the good-will of the world in the wake of 9/11" and to say it's all Bush's fault is just silly. What the average European knows, or thinks, about the United States is little better than a cartoon caricature. We know very little about them. They know a great deal about us -- much of it flat wrong, most of it severely twisted.

It's all in de Tocqueville. If Europe won't listen to Bush, or Condi Rice, maybe they'd listen to one of their own.

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Tuesday, November 09, 2004

Kristallnacht Nicht

I recall reading one of the top Nazis in 1930s Germany describing the problem of transfering the people's abstract hatred of Jews into action against specific Jews, in a country where "Everybody has his favorite Jew," as a neighbor, shopkeeper, etc. Germany devoted most of the 1930s to breaking the connections between Germans and Jews in daily life. After that, anything was possible.

Christopher Hitchens, in Bush's Secularist Triumph, takes "strong exception to one strain in the general moaning" on the left and in the mainstream media (but I repeat myself) following John Kerry's defeat.

It seems that anyone fool enough to favor the re-election of the president is by definition a God-bothering, pulpit-pounding Armageddon-artist, enslaved by ancient texts and prophecies and committed to theocratic rule. I was instructed in last week's New York Times that this was the case, and that the Enlightenment had come to an end, by no less an expert than Garry Wills, who makes at least one of his many livings by being an Augustinian Roman Catholic.

It's not just from the left, of course. Here's Paul Weyrich from the hard right:

"God gave this President and this President's Party one more chance ... God heard the fervent prayers of millions of values voters to keep His hand on America one more time despite our national sins of denying the right to life, despite ignoring the Biblical injunction against acts which are 'an abomination unto the Lord' and despite the blatant attempt to remove God from the public square."

Meanwhile, as Larry Kramer put it in a speech to the gay community in Manhattan Sunday night, "I hope we all realize that, as of November 2nd, gay rights are officially dead. And that from here on we are going to be led even closer to the guillotine."

So on this 66th anniversary of Kristallnacht, are we really on the road to being the Evangelical Third Reich, as so many people seem to fear? In spite of the exit poll numbers last week about "values" (of questionable accuracy, and capable of broad interpretation), I don't think so.

According to a Pew Research Center poll this fall, while a whopping 60 percent or so of Americans still oppose gay marriage, more Americans now favor "allowing gay and lesbian couples to enter into legal agreements with each other that would give them many of the same rights as married couples" than oppose it.

Other polls show similar tendencies. While a solid 40 percent of Americans opposes any sort of legal recognition of gay relationships, about half or more support either marriage or civil unions. The trend over time has been toward acceptance: in 1996 only 27 percent approved of gay marriage, and during 2003, when the newspapers and networks were full of pictures of obviously loving and un-flamboyant gay couples getting married, the number climbed as high as 39 percent

In none of the polls I've seen does a majority register for a constitutional ban on gay marriage. I'd like to think that reflects not so much people's attitude toward homosexuality, as their respect for the Constitution and what it was meant to do and not do. Just as I like to think a lot of the objection against last year's Massachusetts Supreme Court ruling was not over gay marriage per se, but over the idea that four judges in a little state could re-define a basic personal institution for the entire nation.

This is one of those areas where America's religious urges and its laissez-faire attitude and knee-jerk secularism live in comfortable dissonance.

Theoretically, it would be possible for the Republicans to use their power now to turn America hard against homosexuals, by re-focusing the popular vision on some shadowy "homosexual agenda" rather than the happy couple of New Paltz, New York. But that is not us. And that is not even them. Rove and Bush are in favor of letting states decide on the question of civil unions. That seems to me a "reality-based" position, and actually one slightly ahead of the curve of the mass of public opinion in this country as registered by the pollsters. It is not the new Nuremberg Laws.

Just like most military people know that there are gays in uniform. Most of them don't mind that, and will judge a soldier under fire by how well he or she covers your ass, not covets it. But don't make it explicit; don't advertise it. The compromise makes no sense, logically, but so what? It's comfortable. America is a tower of compromises.

In his column, Hitchens invokes my man Robert G. Ingersoll as an example of a hero of agnosticism who would certainly know which side he stood on in the modern war against Islamism.

He doesn't quote him directly, but I will:

I have many objections to the philosophy of Christ. I do not believe in returning good for evil. I believe in returning justice for evil. I do not believe that I can put a man under a moral obligation to do me a favor by doing him a wrong. The doctrine of non-resistance is to me absurd. The right should be defended and the wrong resisted. Goodness should have the right to protect itself.

[More Ingersoll at my mini-shrine, here]

Ingersoll, like many modern secularists, spent his adult life fighting religious bigotry in America. But unlike many modern secularists, he was liked and admired by many devout Christians, and he understood them.

"The truth is, most Christians are better than their creeds; most creeds are better than the Bible, and most men are better than their God."

[In early versions of the column, Hitchens had it as "Ralph Ingersoll," who is a failed newspaperman of the 1908s, from the East Coast branch of the family. I met Ralph Ingersoll. I used to work for him. Ralph is no Robert.]

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Tuesday, October 19, 2004

Pagan America

Around the corner from my house stands a Southern Baptist church, across the street from the Garden Court housing projects. It's not my church, not my tradition at all, but my ex-girlfriend Lis and Luke and I went down there sometimes, dressed in our best, and sat up in the back, and heard beautiful, intense, moving musical performances. All for the cost of fanning yourself on a hot summer night and slipping a fin into the collection plate, I heard gospel music acts that put to shame any of the rock club and arena shows I've seen.

And in the same neighborhood, I lie in bed at night sometimes and hear the Amish buggies rumble down the street late on Sundays, or early on market days. I buy my apples and celery from Amish market stands, and flirt with the young girls in the bonnets (who flirt right back, because they know it's safe). They do sing, strangely and in Pennsylvania German and through their noses, but dirt and soil are their acts of faith. They don't raise voices, they raise vegetables.

And this is Christianity in America, and that is Christianity in America, and they are as unlike from one another as each is from the clean, spare, silent Quaker meetings I attended in Chester County or the snake-handling cults I could find driving down I-81 into Eastern Tennessee. The Amish sell corn to the black Baptists. They recognize each other as co-religionists. They think they ultimately speak to the same god. Spiritually, they have nothing else in common.

America is a Christian nation. I used to resist that, but now I accept it. Yet it's no more unified in its religion than ancient Rome was in its faiths. Or modern India. They are a collective tradition of individualist faiths. And so is America, a polytheistic religious culture under the very elastic tent of "Judeo-Christian monotheism."

Most modern polytheists don't worship all the gods at once, and I suspect most ancient ones didn't either. They respected them all, they felt close to one or two. Just so in America, a person can be raised Catholic, can attend Unitarian services in college, can be an agnostic in his 30s, can marry and join his wife in a Presbyterian pew, and can find himself in a Quaker meeting in old age. Religion in America can be a journey through faith, not a one-note symphony.

In the polytheistic religion each individual worshiper has a chosen deity (ista-devata) and does not usually worship other gods in the same way as his own, as the one he feels nearer to himself. Yet he acknowledges other gods. The Hindu, whether he be a worshiper of the Pervader (Visnu), the Destroyer (Siva), Energy (Sakti), or the Sun (Surya), is always ready to acknowledge the equivalence of these deities as the manifestations of distinct powers springing from an unknown 'Immensity.' ... During the pilgrimage of life he goes from one temple to another, adopts different forms of ritual, different modes of living, and various means of self-development. He is constantly aware of the coexistence of different approaches to divinity, suitable for people at stages of realization different from his own. [Alain Danielou, "Hindu Polytheism," 1964]

That quality in America is not an accident; it (and the British reformation that set it up) are the reason America can be what it is. The founders knew that they could set religion free of all government cognizance, because the multiplicity of sects in the nation would be checked by each other, and all would make concessions for their mutual benefit. Madison put it perfectly in "The Federalist":

"A religious sect may degenerate into a political faction in a part of the Confederacy; but the variety of sects dispersed over the entire face of it must secure the national councils against any danger from that source."

Or, as Voltaire said of the Mother Country; "If only one religion were allowed in England, the government would very possibly become arbitrary. If there were but two, the people would cut one another's throats. But as there are such a multitude, they all live happy and in peace."

In reading Gertrude Himmelfarb's "The Roads to Modernity, I'm reminded how lucky we were to avoid the fate of France.

"In France, the essence of the Enlightenment -- literally, its raison d'être -- was reason. "Reason is to the philosophe," the Encyclopédie declared, "what Grace is to the Christian." ... The idea of reason defined and permeated the Enlightenment as no other idea did. In a sense, the French Enlightenment was a belated Reformation, a Reformation fought in the cause not of a higher or purer religion but of a still higher and purer authority, reason. It was in the name of reason that Voltaire issued his famous declaration of war against the church, "Ecrasez l'infâme," and that Diderot proposed to "strangle the last king with the entrails of the last priest."

The "fundamentalist secularism" of modern Europe was born then. Edward Gibbon is considered an arch-Christian-basher by many today. I adore his notorious 24th chapter for its body-slamming of early Christianity back into its proper historical context. Yet visiting Paris in 1763, he noted the "intollerant zeal" of the philosophes, who "preached the tenets of atheism with the bigotry of dogmatists, and damned all believers with ridicule and contempt."

Even Hume, another of my agnostic heroes, did not shout "Ecrasez l'infâme." "[Hume] displayed in his writings a tolerance toward religion and a benign view of it typical of most of his colleagues, If he did not make of religion the source of morality, he did regard it as a natural ally of the morality inherent in man. Reason and religion had equal but separate functions, reason providing the general rules of right and wrong, and religion reinforcing those rules by the commands and laws of the deity."

That's who we are; we give lip service to our fundamentalism, and the people who dislike America on principle will gladly stop there. But if you lift the lid on this culture of faith, which so appalls the modern Europeans, you find a rich pagan stew simmering happily inside.

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