[Peace-discuss] Ruminations from Maine on July 4
Morton K. Brussel
brussel4 at insightbb.com
Sat Jul 9 11:15:29 CDT 2005
Summer relief. --mkb
Published on Saturday, July 9, 2005 by CommonDreams.org
Oh, Say, Can You See?
by Christopher Cooper
On this Fourth of July I did not barbecue a beast. Not a cow, not a
pig. No, nor even a chicken or chickens or parts thereof, a scant six
weeks from egg to grill, to serve and be served. I did not attend a
parade. I find them boring. If I want to see a fire truck, I'll visit
my friend the Chief. I confess I did not think about the beach all
day. I did pull some weeds and pile some mulch and grind through a
small fraction of my acreage gone to hay from rain and neglect,
hoping to reclaim enough lawn near the road to appear at least
marginally worthy of my corner of the American Dream to passing
tourists.
I heard “The Stars And Stripes Forever” on the radio, but,
inescapably rooted in the culture of my low-class youth, as surely as
“The William Tell Overture” draws from my throat a hearty “Hi-Ho
Silver!”, so did I use the occasion of this stirring patriotic march
to remind my loyal doggies that we must always be kind to our web-
footed friends on the very sensible and humane ground that “a duck
may be somebody's mother.”
Nowhere on the property, my motor vehicle or my person did I display
those stars and stripes. Congress is working toward its latest
iteration of an anti-flag-desecration Constitutional amendment, and
with the Republicans running the show and most Democrats playing
parlor poodle there's an excellent chance we'll get it this time.
Then those few of us who think we might better employ our time
wondering and worrying about the desecration of the Constitution than
any banner or symbol will find abundant diversion in bringing suit
against redneck teenage girls in red white and blue halter tops and
preschoolers who drop their cheesy Chinese-made flags-on-a-stick in
the gutter when the chamber of commerce candy-flinging float motors by.
So at least I mowed. That, surely is a good, God-fearing suburban
American pastime for any man on a summer afternoon. And in Maine in
July mowing means battling deer flies. They are my favorite biting
insect. I appreciate their large size, slow speed and direct
engagement. They do not steal up to stab the backs of my arms and
legs as mosquitoes do, nor do they crawl on my face in great numbers,
the tactic of the blackfly. Deer flies wobble close, land on my arm
or head, and about half the time find themselves there squashed flat.
By me. Even as I mow. Even as I dream up these essays. I have never
killed the legendary Seven With One Blow, but I am satisfied with my
record.
Over the years, of course, deer flies have continued to prosper and
to attack in apparently undiminished number and with equal vigor,
despite the considerable toll I have taken. I hate them; I throw all
my resources into assaulting those I can smite; they attack as ever.
And, despite my fifty per cent kill ratio, enough get through my
crude country Star Wars shield to cause me pain, to make me bleed, to
itch, to scratch. This campaign is never ending. But it's worth it.
President George W. Bush asked us to consider whether the deaths of
over seventeen hundred American men and women in Iraq (so far) has
been “worth it.” He then spent the balance of his speech assuring his
captive audience at Fort Bragg and those few citizens able to endure
his third-grade-reading-lesson cadence that it is not only worth the
death and dismemberment and anguish, but that “we will stay in the
fight until the fight is won.” Now, I have a good ear and a
reasonably facile mind, and some part of every day I engage the
English language for good purpose, but by the end of that speech I
will admit I could not well sort out which references were
specifically to the war in Iraq and which to the concurrent if more
amorphous “War on Terror.” This was probably deliberate on the part
of White House speech writers.
Defense Secretary Rumsfeld ruminated that he expected the Iraq war
might require another ten or twelve years to conclude. To “win.” Vice
President Cheney assured us recently that the Iraq insurgency is “in
its last throes.” That's good news, to be sure, and Mr. Cheney,
although venal to a fault, is not stupid. (Mr. Rumsfeld seems only
predictably stupid, in an Al Haig kind of way. Mr. Bush's
intelligence speaks for itself.) So, a decade or so of last throes
should net us several thousand more dead soldiers (and tens of
thousands of maimed and brain-addled, one of several as-yet untold
tales of this popular little war).
Popular? Very, until recently. You remember. By last week, though,
over half the persons polled thought it had been “a mistake.” Still,
an almost equal per centage thought we should stay there and keep
doing some version of what it is we've been doing that got seventeen
hundred and fifty boys and girls blown up. This will change.
Eventually polls will show a majority willing to leave before “the
job is done”, before “the rise of democracy” is complete. Then we'll
probably elect some smarmy zero like Joe Biden to preside over our
extraction. Then the Republican fund-raising apparatus can work the
Internet and direct mail with the spectre of a “Liberal” in the White
House. Oh, how I wish! When did we last see a liberal at large?
Candidate Biden doesn't, in fact, disagree with the invasion, the
lies on which it was predicated, or the need to “win.” About all I
could discern from his public comments recently is that he, Joe
Biden, President Biden, would have a more effective plan for
prosecuting the quagmire than does the current officeholder.
So holidays roll by. And have you noticed they're all militarized
holidays now? When I was a boy we took flowers to the graveyard for
our departed family members on Memorial Day. This year, you'd have
thought only soldiers ever died and got buried if you watched the
news coverage. But I do speak too soon, I know. The war must roll on,
in fits and starts and car bombs and helicopter crashes for a few
more months or a year or two. We remember that the country turned
against the Vietnam War. We forget how long it took for the center to
turn. And the right was not then the power it is now, nor the
military-industrial complex so smoothly and massively integrated, nor
the press so derelict or outright bought.
I wish the men in Washington who so doggedly insist that we're
delivering something they call “Freedom” to a people that did not ask
for it and who appear to resent its imposition were not mostly
millionaires. It's one thing to tell the public how great a job our
young people are doing at war (I do not doubt that most of them work
hard and try to do right as they know it.) It's another, harder thing
to have your own son or daughter, just out of high school and looking
for a job better than Wal Mart or Wendy's, enlist because a slick
recruiter propositioned him or her with a whole lot of talk about
“money for college” and very few tours of VA rehabilitation hospitals.
And speak to us of “collateral damage”, Mister Rumsfeld. Reassure us
that it's “worth it.” Tell us about the “regrettable loss of civilian
lives.” Use numbers, please. Estimates (almost never reported in U.S.
News reports and ignored by the Bush administration) range from
fifteen thousand to over a hundred thousand. The British medical
journal The Lancet reported last October that between our massive air
strikes and a continuing “climate of violence” more than a hundred
thousand civilians have been killed. One can guess how many injured,
and how available or effective medical care has been. The risk of
death for civilians, The Lancet said, is now 158 times higher than
before we invaded. Mission accomplished.
If you don't go after the grass, it takes over. If you don't attack
the lies, the misdirection, the sleazy language, it proliferates and
corrupts. Sometimes all you can do for your country, for yourself, is
to say what you see. Even on a patriotic holiday. Especially on a
patriotic holiday.
I'll continue to mow. The deer flies will be thick for a few weeks
yet, and I'll annihilate as many as I can.
This article was published in The Wiscasset Newspaper (Wiscasset,
Maine) on July 7, 2005.
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