Thomas Jefferson once said that dissent was highest form of patriotism. In recognition of the chief editor of the Declaration of Independence, letâs take some of Tomâs advice in this regard.
Well, my friends at AK Press do. They always have a party for America in July. But, itâs not the kind of party most Americans have. The San Francisco Bay Area is special that way. Thatâs why the Left Coast is called home for so many.
Past Blog entries here on the July Fourth celebration address other views, reminders of how some Americans see this national dearth day. In celebration of the Fourth, (and the First Amendment!), these views should be part of our discourse, common debates about the direction of our Republic in trying times. But in corporate media and out of the mouths of Democrats and Republicans alike we hear only one, monolithic, heroified, mythological tale of Brand America: The Benevolent Superpower.
Hereâs another Ode to Patriotism in America on the Fourth, post 9/11 War on Terror style. Remember, itâs always good to stir up a little commotion for the holidays. đ
Published on Friday, July 4, 2008 by The Progressive
Why Iâm Not Patriotic
by Matthew Rothschild
(In memory of George Carlin.)
Itâs July 4th again, a day of near-compulsory flag-waving and nation-worshipping. Count me out.
Spare me the puerile parades.
Donât play that martial music, white boy.
And donât befoul natureâs sky with your F-16s.
You see, I donât believe in patriotism.
Itâs not that Iâm anti-American, but I am anti-patriotic.
Love of country isnât natural. Itâs not something youâre born with. Itâs an inculcated kind of love, something that is foisted upon you in the home, in the school, on TV, at church, during the football game.
Yet most people accept it without inspection.
For when you stop to think about it, patriotism (especially in its malignant morph, nationalism) has done more to stack the corpses millions high in the last 300 years than any other factor, including the prodigious slayer, religion.
The victims of colonialism, from the Congo to the Philippines, fell at nationalismâs bayonet point.
World War I filled the graves with the most foolish nationalism. And Hitler and Mussolini and Imperial Japan brought nationalism to new nadirs. The flags next to the tombstones are but signed confessions-notes left by the killer after the fact.
The millions of victims of Stalin and Mao and Pol Pot have on their death certificates a dual diagnosis: yes communism, but also that other ism, nationalism.
The whole world almost got destroyed because of nationalism during the Cuban Missile Crisis.
The bloody battles in Serbia and Bosnia and Croatia in the 1990s fed off the injured pride of competing patriotisms and all their nourished grievances.
In the last five years in Iraq, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands of Iraqi civilians have died because the United States, the patriarch of patriotism, saw fit to impose itself, without just cause, on another country. But the excuse was patriotism, wrapped in Bushâs brand of messianic militarism: that we, the great Americans, have a duty to deliver âGodâs gift of freedomâ to every corner of the world.
And the Congress swallowed it, and much of the American public swallowed it, because theyâve been fed a steady diet of this swill.
What is patriotism but âthe narcissism of petty differencesâ? Thatâs Freudâs term, describing the disorder that compels one group to feel superior to another.
Then thereâs a little multiplication problem: Can every country be the greatest country in the world?
This belief system magically transforms an accident of birth into some kind of blue ribbon.
âItâs a great country,â said the old Quaker essayist Milton Mayer. âTheyâre all great countries.â
At times, the appeal to patriotism may be necessary, as when harnessing the group to protect against a larger threat (Hitler) or to overthrow an oppressor (as in the anti-colonial struggles in the Third World).
But it is always a dangerous toxin to play with, and it ought to be shelved with cross and bones on the label except in these most extreme circumstances.
In an article called âPatriot Gamesâ in the current issue of Time magazine (July 7), Peter Beinart, late of The New Republic, inspects his navel for seven pages and then throws the lint all around.
âConservatives are right,â he says. âTo some degree, patriotism must mean loving your country for the same reason you love your family: simply because it is yours.â
And then he criticizes, incoherently, the conservative love-it-or-leave-it types.
The moral folly of his argument he himself exposes: âIf liberals love America purely because it embodies ideals like liberty, justice, and equality, why shouldnât they love Canada-which from a liberal perspective often goes further toward realizing those principles-even more? And what do liberals do,â he asks, âwhen those universal ideals collide with Americaâs self-interest? Giving away the federal budget to Africa would probably increase the net sum of justice and equality on the planet, after all. But it would harm Americans and thus be unpatriotic.â
This is a straw man if I ever I saw one, but if the United States gave a lot more of its budget to eradicating poverty and disease in Africa and other parts of the developing world, it might actually make us all safer.
At bottom, note how readily Beinart disposes of âliberty, justice, and equality.â
He has stripped patriotism to its vacuous essence: Love your country because itâs yours.
If we stopped that arm from reflexively saluting and concerned ourselves more with âuniversal idealsâ than with parochial ones, weâd be a lot better off.
We wouldnât be in Iraq, we wouldnât have besmirched ourselves at Guantanamo, we wouldnât be acting like some Argentinean junta that wages illegal wars and tortures people and disappears them into secret dungeons.
Love of country is a form of idolatry.
Listen, if you would, to the wisdom of Milton Mayer, writing back in 1962 a rebuke to JFK for his much-celebrated line: âAsk not what your country can do for you, but what you can do for your country.â
Mayer would have none of it. âWhen Mr. Kennedy spoke those words at his inaugural, I knew that I was at odds with a society which did not immediately rebel against them,â he wrote. âThey are the words of totalitarianism pure; no Jefferson could have spoken them, and no Khrushchev could have spoken them better. Could a man say what Mr. Kennedy said and also say that the difference between us and them is that they believe that man exists for the State and we believe that the State exists for man? He couldnât, but he did. And in doing so, he read me out of society.â
When Americans retort that this is still the greatest country in the world, I have to ask why.
we the greatest country because we have 10,000 nuclear weapons?
No, that just makes us enormously powerful, with the capacity to destroy the Earth itself.
Are we the greatest country because we have soldiers stationed in more than 120 countries?
No, that just makes us an empire, like the empires of old, only more so.
Are we the greatest country because we are one-twentieth of the worldâs population but we consume one-quarter of its resources?
No, that just must makes us a greedy and wasteful nation.
Are we the greatest country because the top 1 percent of Americans hoards 34 percent of the nationâs wealth, more than everyone in the bottom 90 percent combined?
No, that just makes us a vastly unequal nation.
Are we the greatest country because corporations are treated as real, live human beings with rights?
No, that just enshrines a plutocracy in this country.
Are we the greatest country because we take the best care of our peopleâs basic needs?
No, actually we donât. Weâre far down the list on health care and infant mortality and parental leave and sick leave and quality of life.
So what exactly are we talking about here?
To the extent that weâre a great (not the greatest, mind you: thatâs a foolâs game) country, weâre less of a great country today.
Because those things that truly made us great-the system of checks and balances, the enshrinement of our individual rights and liberties-have all been systematically assaulted by Bush and Cheney.
From the Patriot Act to the Military Commissions Act to the new FISA Act, and all the signing statements in between, we are less great today.
From Abu Ghraib and Bagram Air Force Base and Guantanamo, we are less great today.
From National Security Presidential Directive 51 (giving the Executive responsibility for ensuring constitutional government in an emergency) to National Security Presidential Directive 59 (expanding the collection of our biometric data), we are less great today.
From the Joint Terrorism Task Forces to InfraGard and the Terrorist Liaison Officers, we are less great today.
Admit it. We donât have a lot to brag about today.
It is time, it is long past time, to get over the American superiority complex.
It is time, it is long past time, to put patriotism back on the shelf-out of the reach of children and madmen.
(Matthew Rothschild is the editor of The Progressive magazine Â© 2008 The Progressive)
Which Fourth will we celebrate? Professor Juan Cole suggests:
Your Fourth of July and My Fourth of July
Your Fourth of July is blood for oil.
My Fourth of July is the pure sunbeam of peace.
Yours is the imperial presidency and “so what?” to public opinion.
Mine is “deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed”
Yours is profiling and discrimination.
Mine is “all men are endowed by their Creator with certain inalienable rights.”
Yours is “My country right or wrong.”
Mine is avoiding “Offences against the Law of Nations”
Yours is the veto of child health care and rejection of Kyoto,
Mine is an America that cares about the wellbeing of our children.
Yours is a monarchical presidency above the law.
Mine is, with Tom Paine, “in free countries the law ought to be king; and there ought to be no other.”
Yours is aggressive invasions of countries that did not attack us first.
Mine is “and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.”
Yours is water-boarding and electrocution.
Mine is the prohibition on cruel and unusual punishment.
Yours is the stench of a million moldering corpses, military rule over 27 million, and the creation of oceans of misery.
Mine is “life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.”
Yours is off-shore drilling, coddling polluters, ‘heckuva job Brownie.â
Mine is a stewardship of America the beautiful for succeeding generations.
Yours is the privatization of war and the deployment of whole divisions of “contractors. . .”
Mine is an America where privates do not risk their lives for a tenth of what a mercenary is paid by the Pentagon.
Yours is the erection of protest zones as zoos for citizens.
Mine is, “or the right of the people peaceably to assemble, and to petition the Government for a redress of grievances.”
Yours is the swagger of the flight jacket and the bombs raining down.
Mine is the schooling of the next global generation.
Mine is America, the pure sunbeam of peace.
(With apologies to Kahlil Gibran.)
How ever we celebrate America on the Fourth, letâs remember why we are celebrating: The Constitution, the Bill of Rights, the ideals ensconced in the Declaration, and the blessings of Liberty and Justice FOR ALL humankind. And remember, Patriotism is the last refuge of a scoundrel.