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Christians are Destroying America

Note the lack of uproar over the ADL, a “civil rights” group, taking the decidedly un-American, un-Constitutional, intolerant stance of opposing the construction of the Cordoba Street Islamic Center in NYC. Nominally one could categorize the ADL’s position as “anti-American,” except that persecuting people for their religious belief has become very “American” lately.

Note the tremendous uproar opposing the religious freedom of Muslims in America. Note the complaints that it’s all about “Ground Zero” are empty lies – there are or have been protests against mosques being built in California, Florida, Oregon, Georgia, Maine, and Tennessee. Could you get a wider demographic?

The hatred harbored by so many Americans is beginning to bear fruit.

Note the very, very few attempts to prevent or even delay the harvest of this fruit.

Note the eagerness of certain groups to run into the fields, ahead of ripening even, and feed this fruit to the masses. Note their denials that this is race-based, ethnic-based hatred: they claim it is about ideology, not religion. Note their claims become empty lies in the face of their actions.

This country is going to destroy itself in an orgy of hatred and violence.

Note the number of people who look forward to that possibility. Note how all of them are either Christians or Jews. Note how their eagerness to cheer these wars and this hatred is based in the account of Armageddon provided by their holy book, in which they victoriously destroy everyone on Earth who is not a believer.

Christianity, Islam, and Judaism seem committed to destroying one another. Consider how that means they are committed to destroying or otherwise damaging the entire population of the planet, without discretion.

Note that is what they are in fact doing.

Note how few Americans are rising in defense of religious liberty. Religious leaders of American Muslims are tending to avoid counter-demonstrations: they are afraid they will be harmed or even killed if they stand up for their Constitutional rights. Should anyone in America be afraid to exercise their rights?

The dearth of protest from non-Muslim Americans can be taken as a sign of tacit approval.

Hatred of the alien or foreigner is alive and well in America. It is embodied now in the Arizona law, which seeks to impose unconstitutional standards in excess of federal controls, and the hatred exhibited by those Americans who protest mosques.

These are the very worst citizens among us. They would have a nation based not on liberty and law, but on vengeance and intolerance. They would have a “Christian nation” which murders and maims non-Christians. They would turn their backs on our laws, our history, our traditions, just to satisfy their blood-lust and fear.

They say Islam is trying to destroy America.

I say, Christians are trying to destroy America.

And they are doing a pretty good job so far, with the silent assent of other American Christians, who claim to oppose the hatred and destruction but cannot be found on the opposite side of the street from the racist signs and bigoted shouts. Many American Christians claim these hate-driven zealots are a minority – yet the ranks of the evangelicals, who dominate this dialogue of hate, swells while the population of “mainstream” denominations (who are theoretically more tolerant and accepting) shrinks.

These “liberal Christians” can be counted on at civil rights ceremonies honoring past heroes – but today Christian leaders are mostly silent in the face of contemporary persecution of an unpopular minority. When questioned about the absence of Christian opposition to anti-Muslim bigotry, these American Christians point to their past, where indeed honest Christians risked their lives and liberty in the struggle for abolition of slavery and the civil rights of all Americans. But where are their leaders today? Where is the strong Christian voice opposed to all this hatred?

The answer is quite sad and simple: the voices are there, but they are small and timid. They are unable to vigorously support the civil rights of American Muslims because American Christians, liberal and conservative alike, fear Islam – they fear the Other. They accept they must tolerate it – oh yes, that is the law – but deep down they also believe that Islam is an enemy of Christianity. What few Christians do possess the courage of faith and ideals, that shrinking minority who are not afraid of speaking out, are drowned out by the hate-driven drumbeat of the right-wing, empowered and supported by evangelical Christians. These rare people of good faith find themselves quickly at opposite sides from an apparent majority of other Christians. Many of these good people are struggling with their Christian identity, as hatred and fear become the predominant emotions of the Christian majority, rather than the love and hope expressed and invoked by their chief prophet.

It is clear from the non-religious perspective that American Christians are pushing themselves, or allowing themselves to be pushed, toward a strange kind of “holy war.” The rhetoric is pitched now – “Islam is trying to destroy America!” the zealots shout. Those who buy the rhetoric are in the streets, putting ideas and words into action. Those who claim to oppose it are sitting at home, decrying the bigotry but allowing that the bigots “have a point:” Muslims are “anti-woman,” they endorse child abuse, they use violence to spread their faith – why, it’s all there in the Quran! This is the “liberal Christian” view of Islam, the most tolerant view any religious American will hold.

Christianity is destroying America. Militant Christians are the in driver’s seat. Liberal Christians sit in the back seat, arguing whether to turn hard right, veer right, or simply let the driver run the car out of the right lane, off the road and into the ditch. Later they’ll all see a “Middle Eastern looking fella” down the road, thumbing for a ride, and while the backseat Christians argue over whether to give him a lift or just slow down and wave, the hateful drivers will simply mow him down.

Won’t they all be astonished when they get out and find they’ve run over Jesus?

Christians are destroying America. Christians are letting America be destroyed.

But who is going to stop them? After all, it’s a Christian Nation, right?

SB1070 and History (in brief)

Arizona’s controversial immigration law is one of the saddest things to happen in a land where illegal immigrants violently stole property from the natives and, using the blood and sweat of slaves, built a free country.

Father denies Tasering man who sent explicit cellphone photo to teen daughter

A Riverside man is accused of kidnapping and torturing a man who allegedly sent a naughty cellphone picture to the daughter of the would-be avenger.

Naughty cellphones photos are not news any more, of course. And I shouldn’t, I suppose, be surprised that the majority of voices in internet forums (and likely elsewhere) praise the father, who broke the law to get revenge when the district attorney declined to prosecute. The attacks on me (first in the letters, now arriving via email) are nothing new; I’ve had thick hide since the age of sixteen, and got far worse growing up Southern. Plus, the attacks are typical, blindly accusing me of  defending criminals, or even of being a pervert.

It’s a fine display of Ugly Americans and Ugly Americanism. My actual position is an endorsement and defense of law, order, and our system of justice – what used to be known as “the American way.” But because I prefer to defend law and justice rather than endorse the violent revenge-fantasies of so many Americans, I am therefore the anomaly, the bad guy, the “pervert.”

Clearly, the attackers are ignorant, overly emotional, and of course protected by a shield of anonymity. I shouldn’t take them seriously – and I really don’t, except enough to attempt to understand the how and why of their anger, what it is exactly that has pushed them so that they boast of their own desires to violate the law and commit violence against others. It’s surprising to many, who think of me as cynical, but I am always astonished by such outbursts from people.

I hope I never cease to be surprised or disgusted by such displays, and I hope I never find myself singing along with a chorus of such hateful Americans. I hope that, on the day I draw my last breath, people like this hate me and applaud my passing. (I really hope that by the time I die such ugliness and hatred will have receded to near-invisibility, but I don’t count on living that long.) I’m sure that my own anger and frustration have driven me to the point where I write somewhat crazed, mostly irrational screeds; I do understand. But I don’t excuse my ugliness, and I am sometimes (often) ashamed of it. That’s one reason I never hide behind another name: honesty is hard work, but it pays.

America and Americans are slowly but surely becoming the ugliest nation on Earth. Typical knee-jerk responses to this sentiment historically point to other nations – the ones that invade, torture, imprison, and do other nasty things – and contrast America with those destructive countries. But we are now one of those examples. We invade. We occupy. We torture. We kill civilians. And we express no remorse for it.

In The Untouchables, David Mamet provides Elliott Ness with a wonderfully pretentious line: referring to his own law-breaking in pursuit of law-breaker, Ness tells a possibly corrupt judge: “I have become what I beheld.” This is America in a nutshell: in an attempt to stamp out injustice, we have become one of the greatest purveyors of injustice.

Nietzsche famously warned of staring into the abyss and associating too long with monsters.

This is America now, the abyss and the monsters.

Will we be able to save ourselves from our own madness?

Restitution, Justice and Conscience

Written in response to the news that Rand Paul is worried more about BP than America, published in Salon.com.

We demand restitution from drunk drivers who kill or cause other damage. Our laws enforce the restitution. Nobody argues against it. No one would dare. Anyone who did would be rightly seen as simply without conscience.

We demand restitution from many criminals, and federal law prohibits individuals who have been convicted from profiting from their crimes. Nobody argues against this. No one would dare. Anyone who did would be without conscience.

Health professionals pay for malpractice. Lawyers can be sued for malpractice. While the legal determination of “malpractice” is far from simple, it essentially amounts to “made a mistake that could have been prevented.”

Like the BP oil spill now poisoning the Gulf, threatening inland waters, and certainly causing unknown other lingering effects.

Yet people would dare argue that the oil spill was an “accident” and BP is not responsible, or that they shouldn’t be “called out” for their malpractice.

If you were a doctor and you performed surgery without taking all the proper sanitary and protective measures, you could face criminal prosecution – and you most definitely would face a civil suit, lose your license, lose your insurance, your practice – your life as a doctor would be over.

If you were a lawyer and you hit another car while driving drunk, you would face criminal charges, a civil suit, possible disbarment – you’d likely never practice law again.

It should be the same for BP.

Anyone who argues otherwise is simply without conscience.

Why?

Why do I bother? Why is there some voice in me that insists on speaking? Why do I even think people will listen? Why does it seem people listen to you not to hear what you have to say but so they can have their say and say something themselves? Why then does this voice insist on shouting?

Why do they plug their ears? Why don’t they want to hear? Why are their minds made up? Why do those who listen seem the same?

Why does it matter? Why do they matter to me? Why do I care about people who don’t care about themselves? Why do I feel a desire to fight for the liberty of a man who has willingly surrendered his liberty? Why do they fight like drowning swimmers, threatening to pull you under with them? Why not slug them in the jaw and drag them senseless onto the beach, then kick them repeatedly until they start breathing on their own?

Why does it feel good to hurt someone when you’ve been hurt by someone else? Why does revenge taste so good? Why does it leave an empty stomach? Why doesn’t hate nourish?

Why do people excuse pain? Why do they let murder pass? Why do they do harm to others that they would most certainly resist and protest being done to them? Why do the violent prevail? Why isn’t peace stronger?

Why do you think I’m naïve for asking? Why aren’t you asking? Why aren’t you answering?

Why am I? Why do I?

Fiction is (un)dead

Lee Siegel says fiction is dead.

Again?

Fiction has died so many times now, it is clear that it no longer lives but is in fact undead. You have to stab it in the heart with a sharp stick, cut off its head, burn the body, and bury the ashes at a crossroads. Even then, some weird gang of British hippies would come along and resurrect it. Fiction, holding hands with the Novel, will attend the funerals of every person who ever said they were dead. The duo will dance on their graves and write obscenities on their tombstones. Fiction will never die. Fiction is a vampire with a soul.

It’s a democracy (sort of)

(This was originally a letter, written in response to Gabe Winant’s post on Salon, “How does Joe Barton’s GOP ever win?”)

“We” get the government “we” vote into power.

Most, if not all, Americans dream of being wealthy, of making more than $200,000 a year, of having enough money to “do whatever you want.”

Most, if not all, Americans desire more power in their own lives. They wish for the strength to stand up to their bosses, expose hypocrites and liars, and otherwise establish a mostly egalitarian society – if only so they don’t get personally screwed over so much.

Most, if not all, Americans wants government (local, state and/or federal) to solve whatever problems “we” perceive. There is very little “can do” in Americans any more – it’s mostly “why doesn’t someone do something.”

Most, if not all, Americans expect the government to aid them in their acquisition of power and wealth. Whether through lower taxes, tax cuts, tax refunds, income assistance, investment protection, financial regulation (or de-regulation), most (if not all) Americans expect the government to help them become wealthy and powerful.

Most, if not all Americans, think “capitalism” means an economy where an individual can achieve wealth. They somewhat confuse capitalism with “free market,” not realizing that capitalism is actually a a small percentage of citizens controlling the majority of monetary wealth and other capital.

Most, if not all, Americans are largely ignorant of the structure and function of their government. Most, if not all, Americans either slept through civics class or didn’t have one at all. Most don’t go on to college and learn it better, and they don’t learn it through TV or news media.

Given the above – a mostly uneducated, ignorant citizenry who crave power and wealth – it is rather simple to see the deep answer to WHY Americans vote the way they do.

The specifics of the mechanism we see today are not relevant: that the Tea Party mimics the 1920s Klan is informative, and there are numerous other reactionary political movements (the Know-nothings, for example; the Hippies, for another) which resemble this.

It suggests that, liberal or conservative, as long as (1) We the People want something They the Powerful have, and (2) we remain ignorant of how they get it and keep it, and how they keep us from getting it, then (3) We the People will forever be the victims of They the Powerful.

In this country, it all begins with We the People. We’ve got this government because, at various points down the historical line, We the People wanted some aspect currently present in this government. Most of us never bothered to with the details of policy and platform, but just voted for the person who told us what we needed or wanted to hear.

I’m guilty of it. So are you. So are we all.

Churchill’s famous quote about “democracy” is bandied about a lot these days, with little consideration for the fact that Churchill was a fine manipulator of public opinion, turning the democratic tide against his opponents using jingoism and deception. The quote makes it seem he both loves and hates democracy, but in fact he adores it: it’s the most secure way for a power-hungry politician to maintain a lifelong grasp on power.

If you don’t believe that, just check incumbency rates here in our democracy: most of our leaders “reign” for decades longer than totalitarian dictators. After all, who the hell would ever overthrow an actual democracy?

Church Boys

We snuck around back of the church to smoke one of the cigarettes Tom Simpson had stolen from his mama’s purse. One of the translucent white window panes on the back of the church had a strange stain on it, almost human shaped, like a person wearing a robe or long cape. People said the Holy Spirit had made the stain. Every time we were back there smoking a cigarette somebody mentioned it. On the other side of that window pane was the bathroom. I mentioned that the first time I was back there smoking with them and everybody looked at me strange. “You’re weird,” Tom had said. “I like you.”

The next Sunday he let me take the first drag off the Camel he got from his grandfather. The old man would give Tom a cigarette every now and then. “Promotes regularity,” Mr. Simpson would say. “One damn cigarette every now and again, ain’t no harm.” These occasional smokes were exotic filterless plugs of raw tobacco next to the pristine filtered Virginia Slims Tom usually snagged from his mom. “Vagina Slimes,” he called them. He got that from his sister Alice, who smoked and on occasion would join us around back. She wouldn’t smoke a Vagina Slime, she said, so she’d bring her own Marlboros. Once she shared one with me, which may have been my first sexual experience.

But this Sunday me, Tom, Wes Lester and Ken McCarty were just ourselves. We huddled by the back bushes away from the eyesight of anyone but the pine woods and the dead who lay behind the church. It was the break between Sunday school and church service, with most of the adults lingering inside, grabbing a good pew or heading for the bathroom – which was on the other side of the Holy Spirit window pane, so we had to be quiet. The men who smoked would gather on the front steps and talk a little business, catch up on social affairs, or venture a guess as to who would win whatever sporting events would be televised that afternoon. Nobody came near the back of the church, which abutted the cemetery and beyond that a thick grove of pines. There were tall bushes all around which easily hid us from most eyes. Occasionally one of the younger kids would wander back and threaten to tell, but they knew a severe beating from a gang of angry teen smokers would result if they did. Most of the time they were just skirting the edges, trying to watch us, learn what the cool bad kids were doing. They’d run back and report to the other knee-highs what we were doing, sometimes telling the lie that we’d let them have a drag. Sometimes it was the truth. In a few years they would be back here, doing the same thing. We’d probably give them the cigarettes to do it. Anyway no kid ever told and if they did we never caught hell for it. I doubt the adults really cared what we were doing. Looking back now, it sure seems that way.

Rand Paul and Lester Maddox

Lester Maddox was the owner of the Picknick Cafeteria in Atlanta, Georgia. The restaurant was well-known for its newspaper ads, which featured cartoon chickens sometimes offering political commentary. It was also among a number of white-owned Atlanta restaurants which refused to serve black customers.

After the passage of the Civil Rights Act, Lester filed a lawsuit demanding he be allowed to continue to refuse service to black citizens. When several citizens showed up to demonstrate outside his restaurant and attempt to enter, Lester and his customers threatened violence. Armed with pick handles that decorated the walls of the restaurant, the customers and a few employees rousted the demonstrators. Later that year, Lester pulled a handgun on another group of demonstrators.

Lester demanded that as a private citizen operating a private business, he had no legal duty to comply with the Civil Rights Act. He argued that the act only applied to public service, such as water and electricity. He insisted that he had the right to refuse service to anyone, based on any reason. Lester was unable to prevail in court, of course, but he became a kind of martyr and folk hero to most of the white citizens of Georgia. He was elected governor in 1966.

Either to his credit or detriment, Lester did not govern the state any differently than he had his private business. He openly expressed his personal contempt for black citizens, and refused to allow the body of Martin Luther King Jr. the honor to lie in state at the state capitol. Lester proudly endorsed George Wallace in the 1968 election. That same year a local theater company produced a play that imagined Lester being elected President and starting a war with the USSR. Lester tried to have the play quashed, but found the First Amendment standing in his way. He couldn’t move that with hatred or a pick handle. Unable to run for another term as governor in 1972, Lester instead ran for Lieutenant Governor; he was elected and went on to become a thorn in the side of the new governor, Jimmy Carter. When Carter ran for President, Lester ran under the American Independent Party in an absurdly futile attempt to undermine Carter’s candidacy.

(Before I go on, I should point out that, like all elected officials, Lester managed to accomplish some good things as governor. He even did some things which seem to go against the notion of him as a bigot and racist – for example, he appointed the first black citizens to the state police and Georgia Bureau of investigation, appointed more blacks to government positions than ever in the past, and ordered state police officers address blacks respectfully and cease using the word “nigger.” So let’s be clear about something: Lester Maddox was not an evil man; he was by all reports a loving husband and caring father, and was clearly capable of goodness.)

Lester is one of those figures who I encountered early in life and who have remained in my memory throughout. Whenever “racism” emerges as a dominant meme in public discourse, I think of Lester (and a thousand other things about the South in the 1960s-70s), I think of Lester and how popular his antics were with frustrated Georgia voters. I can recall the adults in my family being very proud of Lester’s actions and opinions. More than a few cited his violent responses to black customers of his restaurant as ‘the right way to do things.’ Violence was an accepted part of life, and an acceptable solution to most, if not all, problems. If you got attacked by a bully at school, the first question asked by teachers and parents was, “What did you do to provoke this?”

It may have ended over a hundred years earlier, but in 1974 Southerners were still fighting the Civil War (“War Between the States,” we called it). In the century that had passed the war had become an almost invisible guerilla war that was waged in the minds of Southerners. The South had been defeated, but the South would rise again. Confederate flags and bumper stickers insisted this was a foregone conclusion. The Civil Rights Act, Supreme Court decisions, and changing demographics made it a certainty that there would be another civil war: no less than a half-dozen adults assured me of this throughout my adolescence. In fact, the rhetoric concerning “state’s rights” was central to my development as someone who champions individual liberties over the authority of the State. My anti-federalism stems directly from the regressive, racist actions and ideas of the adults who raised me.

I’m reminded of all this when I hear Rand Paul and his supporters suggest that “private businesses” and/or “private individuals” should not have to comply with the Civil Rights Act – or by logical extension, one presumes, any federal law. Lester Maddox said the same thing: It’s my restaurant, and I’m not receiving a government loan to run it. Lester was willing to back his beliefs with violence; when he failed to prevail through either thuggery or legal actions, he closed the business out of spite. This sort of idea and matching action seem to impress many Americans; we live in a world where deed rarely matches word, and the world is becoming more like this; it is an unwieldy, unreliable, and untenable situation.


Assassination Geometry

Just when you thought, sighing over pictures of overweight corn-fed buffoons carrying signs that depict the President in a Hitler moustache, that America couldn’t descend any further, an Alabama teacher has used the theoretical assassination of President Obama to illustrate a geometry lesson.

Reader responses to online postings of the news exhibit the expected reaction: most are shocked by it, and a number of Republicans reminds people that The Same Thing Happened Under Bush. A thankfully small retinue either takes pleasure in the incident or shrugs it off as ultimately meaningless. (Even the Secret Service, who notoriously over-react to assassination threats, shrugged it off with the most facile investigation I have ever seen them undertake. Seriously, they exerted more effort tracking down and harassing college students with anti-Bush posters.)

A few of those responding remember the last time a President was killed in office. They recall national shock and mourning, people deeply and forever affected by the death of a cherished leader. Only in the most narrow-minded and hateful quarters of America did even a tiny minority of people take pleasure in the Kennedy assassination. People, especially children, of all races and classes were deeply hurt by the act. It would be years before anyone shot the President again. America was a very different country by the time John Hinckley nearly killed President Reagan.

We lived in the rural south, deep in a river valley surrounded by farms of peanuts, soybeans, and corn. On the way home in the afternoon the school bus would wind a circuitous route along country roads dropping off kids in front of their homes. The kids on the bus were a representative racial mix; black kids may have even outnumbered white. My mother drove the bus, so my brother and I were the last ones off. At one point, we would be very close to home, but the bus would turn and head in the opposite direction. Sometimes we got off and walked from here; on rare occasions we would be met by my step-father, who would give us a ride home.

One day we arrived at that turning point and my step-father was waiting, a grave look on his face. My brother and I grabbed out backpacks and started off the bus. The kids on the bus were raucous (as usual). My step-father approached the open door and told my mother, “The President has been shot.”

They looked at each other. In both of their faces I could see the look they had when they told their stories of Where They Were When Kennedy Was Killed. Those stories were among my favorites from all the adults in our rural community: how they were all traumatized by this act that had occurred less than a year before my birth. One of my uncles still wept when he recalled how he and his fellow soldiers had been affected by the news.

The kids were shouting, “Let’s go! Hurry up!” My mother turned and shouted, “Be quiet! President Reagan’s been shot!”

The black children on the bus erupted in cheers. White children were stoned-faced with terror or uncertainty – it’s hard to know the difference when you’re sixteen.

As I got into the car, silent to my step-father wondering what was wrong with those kids, I began to wonder what had changed – and what was wrong – with America.

I have never stopped thinking about it since.