I have been out of school since the end of June. (And what an ending it was -- finishing the last of the coursework while sitting in airports as I flew to California to celebrate a friend's 90th birthday.) Ordinarily being out of school is license for writing. As in: my workday went from 10 hours to 8, let's blog! But I just haven't felt like it.
And, yes, like any other person who was horrified and outraged by Trump's election, there's plenty to write about. Daily. But I haven't. Despite the fact that the hits just keep on comin'...
Tomorrow I fly to Amsterdam. I have been bitching more than usual that I would rather just stay home and quilt and pull up weeds, but when you are married to a European who believes a 5 week vacation is a human right, well let's just say that refusing to leave home is not an option. This evening will be chasing down electronics, books, clothes, meds, lotions and cremes enough to keep me for a couple of weeks. Never been to Amsterdam. I hear there's art.
Apropos all things political/cultural, one of the blogs I read is Rod Dreher's at The American Conservative. I probably started reading TAC during Obama's first run, following the work of Daniel Larison who's beat is foreign affairs, and have stayed ever since. Dreher is a big deal in the conservative world, and a joke to many liberal lefties -- both assessments have merit. I mostly read the blog for the subject matter -- American cultural mores as seen through the eyes of a Southern (Louisiana-born), orthodox Christian; and for the commentary, commbox, as I've learned it's called. The commenters are often well trained in theological and philosophical discourse, so that even if I disagree -- and I do, a lot -- it's worth engaging. Some commenters are astounding to me for their callousness, paranoia and racism. And I'm no virgin to the ways of white folks having grown up in Iowa. (One of these days I'll write a pamphlet: "Shit Those Crackers Said".) But man, even for someone like me who's seen, heard and endured a lot, some of those folks can get ugly, and they ain't playin'.
Nevertheless, this armchair traveler always winds up at Dreher's house. I wanted to publish what I thought was a particularly thoughtful and cogent rebuttal to one of his recent posts, "The Curse Of Identity Politics".
And, yes, like any other person who was horrified and outraged by Trump's election, there's plenty to write about. Daily. But I haven't. Despite the fact that the hits just keep on comin'...
Tomorrow I fly to Amsterdam. I have been bitching more than usual that I would rather just stay home and quilt and pull up weeds, but when you are married to a European who believes a 5 week vacation is a human right, well let's just say that refusing to leave home is not an option. This evening will be chasing down electronics, books, clothes, meds, lotions and cremes enough to keep me for a couple of weeks. Never been to Amsterdam. I hear there's art.
Apropos all things political/cultural, one of the blogs I read is Rod Dreher's at The American Conservative. I probably started reading TAC during Obama's first run, following the work of Daniel Larison who's beat is foreign affairs, and have stayed ever since. Dreher is a big deal in the conservative world, and a joke to many liberal lefties -- both assessments have merit. I mostly read the blog for the subject matter -- American cultural mores as seen through the eyes of a Southern (Louisiana-born), orthodox Christian; and for the commentary, commbox, as I've learned it's called. The commenters are often well trained in theological and philosophical discourse, so that even if I disagree -- and I do, a lot -- it's worth engaging. Some commenters are astounding to me for their callousness, paranoia and racism. And I'm no virgin to the ways of white folks having grown up in Iowa. (One of these days I'll write a pamphlet: "Shit Those Crackers Said".) But man, even for someone like me who's seen, heard and endured a lot, some of those folks can get ugly, and they ain't playin'.
Nevertheless, this armchair traveler always winds up at Dreher's house. I wanted to publish what I thought was a particularly thoughtful and cogent rebuttal to one of his recent posts, "The Curse Of Identity Politics".
EngineerScotty says:
And if you were to ask
the ghost of Josef Goebbelsm he’d happily give you reasons why the Final
Solution was ultimately the Jews’ own fault. I’m not at all comparing you to
him (or to any other Nazi), but you can only summon demons that are there.
And this notion that
the resurgence of overt white nationalism in our politics is primarily the
fault of Democratic identity politics–the “they pushed us too far!” theory–is
utter horse manure.
Identity politics was
not something invented by the modern-day cultural left, either last year, or
ten year ago, or fifty. The term has only recently entered the mainstream
political lexicon, but it has been with us–good and bad–since before the
founding of the Republic.
Identity politics, of
a sort, was used to justify the enslavement of Africans and the conquest of
Native Americans; both of which were held to be inferior to the white man and
thus unworthy of full humanity, let alone civic inequality.
Identity politics
fueled Jim Crow. When George Wallace remarked that he had been “out-ni**ered”
in a political campaign, and vowed it would never happen again, it was both an
acknowledgement that white supremacy was the political currency of the realm at
that time place, and a promise not to be outspent.
And yes, identity
politics of a sort fueled the civil rights movement. The difference between Dr.
King and his opponents (and the difference between Dr. King and the various
black nationalists of his time) is that he was seeking equality, not supremacy.
Right-wing media has
been engaged in a constant stream of identity politics for the past thirty
years–ever since Morton Downey Jr. discovered it was profitable to invite the
Louis Farrakhans of the world on his to be ridiculed by an audience of hootin’
and hollerin’ working class folk, who would never fit in Donahue. (Farrakhan, for
his part, enjoyed the exposure of mouthing off on national TV–even if he was
essentially starring in a minstrel show–and Downey would later show quite a bit
of regret before he died). Limbaugh, Coulter, Savage, Malkin, and the rest all
studiously avoid the N-word, but nobody is fooled as to what they are talking
about.
And of course, the
election of Barack Obama dropped the contents of the Augean Stables into a
rather large fan. Having an African-American president, no matter his actual
politics, seemed to awaken something terrible in a whole lot of people. Long
before Trump entered the political scene, things were being said in our
national politics that we hadn’t heard for a generation.
The problem is, the
fight for equality isn’t entirely over, even if the vast majority of the legal
barriers were torn down last century. You may righteously vent all you like
about trivia like “SJW”s objecting to bad sushi, or about campus arguments over
which pronoun to use, or about “cultural appropriation”, and such–and I would
be sympathetic–but many of the issues advanced by the broader left, such as
police brutality, or continued discrimination in housing and employment,
are nottrivialities, not petty concerns of woke yuppies who have
little to fear from the law or anyone else, and are secure in their own homes
and careers.
And yet this blog–and
many other parts of the conservative media sphere–routinely conflate legitimate
grievances, which still very much exist, with the obnoxious behavior of petty
campus revolutionaries.
The left certainly has
a share of the blame. But the rise of the “alt-right” ultimately remains the
responsibility of the mainstream right, which for the past thirty years has
tried to ride the tiger of white resentment to electoral victory–and now finds
itself dinner.
This. When asked (not that I am) why I don't get enthused about quixotic campaigns (see Nader, Ralph, 2004; Sanders, Bernie, 2016) it's largely because I've been an eyewitness to the political re-alignment that's been going on since Carter lost his bid for re-election and have known for a long time how reactionary this country can be. I've said it before and I'll say it again: They. Ain't. Playin'. Enter stage right, Donald J. Trump.
