American Dignity on the Fourth of July (from the NY'er)
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July 10 & 17, 2017 Issue
Reading Frederick Douglasss Independence Day address from 1852 may ease the despair caused by listening to the President.
By David Remnick
More than three-quarters of a century after the delegates of the Second Continental Congress voted to quit the Kingdom of Great Britain and declared that all men are created equal, Frederick Douglass stepped up to the lectern at Corinthian Hall, in Rochester, New York, and, in an Independence Day address to the Ladies of the Rochester Anti-Slavery Sewing Society, made manifest the darkest ironies embedded in American history and in the national self-regard. What, to the American slave, is your 4th of July? Douglass asked:
<< I answer; a day that reveals to him, more than all other days in the year, the gross injustice and cruelty to which he is the constant victim. To him, your celebration is a sham; your boasted liberty, an unholy license; your national greatness, swelling vanity; your sounds of rejoicing are empty and heartless; your denunciations of tyrants, brass fronted impudence; your shouts of liberty and equality, hollow mockery; your prayers and hymns, your sermons and thanksgivings, with all your religious parade, and solemnity, are, to him, mere bombast, fraud, deception, impiety, and hypocrisya thin veil to cover up crimes which would disgrace a nation of savages. There is not a nation on the earth guilty of practices, more shocking and bloody, than are the people of these United States, at this very hour. >>
The dissection of American reality, in all its complexity, is essential to political progress, and yet it rarely goes unpunished. One reason that the Republican right and its attendant media loathed Barack Obama is that his public rhetoric, while far more buoyant with post-civil-rights-era uplift than Douglasss, was also an affront to reactionary pieties. Even as Obama tried to win votes, he did not paper over the duality of the American condition: its idealism and its injustices; its heroism in the fight against Fascism and its bloody misadventures before and after. His idea of a patriotic song was America the Beautifulnot in its sentimental ballpark versions but the way that Ray Charles sang it, as a blues, capturing the fullness of the American experience, the view from the bottom as well as the top.
Donald Trump, who, in fairness, has noted that Frederick Douglass is an example of somebody whos done an amazing job, represents an entirely different tradition. He has no interest in the wholeness of reality. He descends from the lineage of the Know-Nothings, the doomsayers and the fabulists, the nativists and the hucksters. The thematic shift from Obama to Trump has been from lifting as we climb to raising the drawbridge and bolting the door. Trump may operate a twenty-first-century Twitter machine, but he is still a frontier-era drummer peddling snake oil, juniper tar, and Dr. Tablers Buckeye Pile Cure for profit from the back of a dusty wagon.
As a candidate, Trump told his followers that he would fulfill every dream you ever dreamed for your country. But he is a plutocrat. His loyalty is to the interests of the plutocracy. Trumps vows of solidarity with the struggling working class, with the victims of globalization and deindustrialization, are a fraud. He made coal miners a symbol of his campaign, but he has always held them in contempt. To him, they are luckless schmoes who fail to possess his ineffable talents. The coal miner gets black-lung disease, his son gets it, then his son, Trump once told Playboy. If I had been the son of a coal miner, I would have left the damn mines. But most people dont have the imaginationor whateverto leave their mine. They dont have it.
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RussBLib
(9,005 posts)considering the occupant of the White House.
You won't find me celebrating anything this weekend.