Monsters, Unleashed
The good news is that, if you’re in the market for an ignorant xenophobic bigoted loudmouth, you can just stop by the nearest convenient McCain/Palin rally and pick one up. They won’t be hard to find.
The footage from inside these things is pretty entertaining — Palin giving the crowd that adorable smile of hers and telling us how goshdarn disappointed she is with Obama, what with all his doggone consorting with terrorists and whatnot; McCain wondering out loud just who this guy is (I mean, he’s probably not a terrorist nazi Arab baby-eater, but do we really know?). It’s pretty much like watching a schematic of the standard Rovian campaign strategy: direct lizard-brain appeals cloaked in anthemic perorations and cynical paeans to fear and prejudice. Except the McCain folks forgot about the cloaking part — they’ve more or less jettisoned the trappings of a political campaign in favor of a straight-up program of slander and character assassination.
But the footage from outside the rallies is even worse. Take a look at this:
Or this:
When a very large group of people is willing to say, on camera, that a man is a terrorist, a Muslim, and an Arab when it’s transparently obvious that he’s none of these things, then we have a serious problem. Because how can you reason with people who hold apparently incontrovertible beliefs that go against every known fact? And, more importantly, when did it become ok to talk about your bigotry and religious intolerance on camera?
But it’s important to understand that McCain isn’t creating this hatred. He’s unlocking it. There are monsters lurking in the baser natures of each of us, and there always will be. One of the purpose of a civilization is to suppress those monsters: because all you can do is shackle them, and hope they don’t find a way out.
It seems to me that the McCains are doing just the opposite: not removing the padlocks, exactly — because they don’t quite have the courage to be that bald-faced about it — but giving the monster the key and looking the other way.
This isn’t necessarily a Republican thing, of course — George Wallace was a Democrat — but it’s been more or less exclusively a Republican thing for the past twenty years. Bill Moyers did a show about rightwing talk radio that sampled some actual quotes from actual radio personalities. Like this one, from Glenn Beck:
I’m thinking about killing Michael Moore and I’m wondering if I could kill him myself, or if I would need to hire somebody to do it. No, I think I could. I think he could be looking me in the eye, you know, and I could just be choking the life out of him. Is this wrong?
Or this from Neal Boortz:
It’s Ramadan and Muslims in your workplace might be offended if they see you eating at your desk. Why? I guess it’s because Muslims don’t eat during the day during Ramadan. They fast during the day and eat at night. Sorta like cockroaches.
This is hate speech, pure and simple. It’s covered under the first amendment, but there’s no point in calling it anything but what it is: an attempt to stoke prejudice, hatred, and violence. This has been going on ever since the Bill Clinton had the temerity to become president; the McCain campaign’s innovation was to bring it up to the national level. The presidential level. And, in the process, unlock the worst of so many of their supporters. You don’t hear anything like this coming from the Democrats right now. It’s just sickening.
To his credit, McCain seems to be trying to walk this back. But I suspect it’s too late. It might help him politically, a little, but you can’t rebottle hatred. It’s going to trouble us for a while.
Bill Moyers tells this fable:
I was reminded of a story from folk lore about the tribal elder telling his grandson about the battle the old man was waging within himself. He said, “My son it is between two wolves. One is an evil wolf: anger, envy, sorrow, greed, self-pity, guilt, resentment, lies, false pride, superiority and ego. The other is the good wolf: joy, peace, love, hope, serenity, humility, generosity, truth, compassion and faith.” The boy took this in for a few minutes and then asked, “Which wolf won?” His grandfather answered, “The one I feed.”
McCain decided, at some point, which wolf he needed to feed to win this election. And I’m afraid that his decision, no matter what effect it has on the actual race, is going to have some seriously unpleasant effects on our culture, for many years to come.
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