On Hell and Good Intentions
"Suzan – to whom I would love to devote some passionate words as being one of my great lovers – called me from Sydney, Australia, drunk, to tell me that Bush was the greatest threat to world peace. You shared a bed with someone like that, you had an enormous amount of fun with her, and now you have to endure the complete nonsense she dispenses and you tell yourself that really, Western civilization is built on the right to disagree with one another. It is a paradox though that a fifth column of peace birds, in which all the Suzans of this world march along compliantly, provide the exact proof that the values that are defended by Bush and Blair are of a higher standard than those of Saddam. How decadent do you have to be as a free person in the West to happily applaud at your own grave by protesting against America and not against the butchers in Baghdad?"
-Theo Van Gogh, killed 11-2-04, The Netherlands
I've read these words of Theo Van Gogh a good number of times. Mr. Van Gogh was raised in an environment completely alien to mine, I have no doubt that he and I would have clashed stridently on any number of issues. Yet I go back every few months, because it resonates personally and painfully, and it reminds me of the hurdles that we face. I've known my own Suzy. One of the kindest and charitable people I've ever met, who donated her hair to cancer victims, adopted single mothers for charity over the holidays. In other words, she did any number of wonderful things that yours truly was too self-absorbed and occupied to undertake.
She was raised in a suburb of Boston, I can imagine surrounded by the numerous gurus of tolerance and diversity that would embrace a gunman in the dark to avoid offending him. Her reaction to 9-11 was to council understanding for the attackers, something true to a wonderfully charitable character, yet horrifying in its naivety and implications.
Overall, not someone who seriously followed politics, yet still a "Why can't we just be friends?" Kerry voter. I doubt she could tell me anything substantial about John Kerry or his politics, rather than point to his image as a liberal democrat. In short, a voter by instinct rather than actual thought, groomed by the tolerance mongers and diversity police. Altogether, she’s the kind of person who votes for a candidate because he's 'progressive,' and because it makes them feel good to be “advancing” history. To be fair, she never declared Bush a greater threat than Osama, although after a few months in Europe, I wouldn't be surprised if she picked up such rubbish.
It has become almost cliché to remember Churchill’s description of political evolution:
"If a man is not a liberal [socialist] by the time he is 20, he has no heart.
If he is not a conservative by the time he is 40, he has no brain."
Naivety, innocence, and the substitution of emotion for thought - it is politics of the immature. I understand the attraction of such shallow thinking - we're the future, we're going to save the world, if only everyone was kind to one another, we are the world - the same shallow thinking that's attracted youth throughout history to utopian ideas such as Communism and pacifism. It is what Christopher Hitchens once summarized as the substitution of the "wish" for the "what is". I personally was never grabbed by "it". I "wish" I had been, I can imagine it's much more self-assuring and self-gratifying. Unfortunately, I always preferred my perceived reality to mythical optimism, no matter how pessimistic that reality. I was a natural born cynic, and I've got the lines on my forehead to prove it.
And yet it seems to me that more than any time in the past, many of the people who came out of the 1960s, on both continents, never grew up. Their views may have evolved minimally, but the same core childish outlook towards the world remained, even as they became the academics and elites who mold modern day public opinion through the media and future public opinion through the universities. It remains to be seen whether my generation will grow out of such naivety or will continue the narcissistic cycle. Will the trends of public opinion remain self-flattering and utopian, shielded from reality by the prosperous and largely unthreatened bubble that we occupy? Will we pass the next inevitable test? Or have we been so thoroughly humbled and emasculated that we can no longer muster the will to see the world as it is, rather than how we would wish it to be? There is bravey in breaking new ground, but also in recognizing unpleasant truth.
Thanks to the Mudville Gazette and Outside the Beltway.
