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“Ill fares the land, to hastening ills a prey,
Where wealth accumulates, and men decay:
Princess and lords may flourish, or
may fade,
A breath can make them, as a breath
has made;
But a bold peasantry, their
country’s pride,
When once destroyed, can never be
supplied.”
From The Deserted Village by Oliver Goldsmith, Irish playwright,
1730-1774
They say semi-conscious fears may
be expressed by science fiction movies. The classic example is the Godzilla movies of Japan in the 1950’s. Naturally,
half-hidden fears wouldn’t be on the movie posters, and the folks in the street
were unlikely to walk out of the theater saying to each other, “Godzilla is about our fear of
radioactivity after The Bomb.” It required academics and film critics to make the
fears explicit. Meanwhile, over in the US, the conformity of the 1950’s, along
with the Red scare, was behind such movies as Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I think our fear of someone
pressing The Button, a truly irreversible act, was behind that movie where the
saucer lands on the Washington mall, The
Day the Earth Stood Still. The human pilot, “Mr. Carpenter,” would “stop”
the earth, but his robot could destroy
the earth. You may recall how after the man is shot the robot goes into a
countdown to apocalypse. (klaatu, barada nikto)
Elysium,
in theatres now, is influenced by our world of today while showing a world of
tomorrow, one where cold logarithmic equations have not meant the “progress” we
would like to see—only the “progress” we fear to see. It stars Matt Damon and
Jody Foster in a world where the middle class, “once their country’s pride,” is
gone, where the poor live on earth and the rich live in a gargantuan space
habitat, Elysium. In the United States of the future the poor guys groundside
feel much, much more medically hopeless than, say, Africans of today who can’t
get advanced cocktails to fight AIDS. Of course people want to escape to the
sky.
Today there are sometimes boatloads
of economic refugees heading for Australia. The Australians have finally
stopped docking the boats and housing the refugees— instead they are taking people
off to remote islands for judicial processing. In the future, space boats
headed for Elysium are simply blasted out of the sky—only a few boats ever make
it. If the Australians do not simply find an old cargo ship and chug-chug the
refugees back to where they started, then it is because the public of today is
divided on what to do. But not the cynical public of the future.
Below Elysium, Damon works in a
factory. He live in a dusty brown city, a cynical unhappy city, a city quite
unlike the vibrant 1950’s city of Detroit where proud workers live in strong
neighborhoods. Instead, his demoralized world has pathetic foremen and pathetic
safety standards: a natural consequence of absentee owners and no middle class.
For Hollywood, portraying an
economic decline is straightforward; moviegoers may exit saying to each other,
“What a yucky world.” But I think the half-conscious fear, unlikely to be spoken
aloud, is about Damon’s city in California. In the future of Elysium the US is neither a traditional melting pot
nor a Canadian style multi-culturalism—instead, a European style pluralism.
Viewers sense that just out of camera range is a world where, as in Europe,
government documents and kitchen cereal boxes are legally mandated to be in
more than one language, English and Spanish—and this is not to aide fresh immigrants.
So far, of course, ethnic groups in
the US have always melted in. So far, only rare individuals have been Boston
bombers or, say, drone strike targets: individuals holding dual citizenship who
have suffered a failure to assimilate. The general population is doing fine.
Sure, the Swedes in Fargo say, “Ya?,”
and the folks in ‘Frisco use chopsticks, but no one raised here is without a
sense of “good English” and an American self-identity. (The exceptions might be
in two states that were conquered with inhabitants already present: Arizona and
New Mexico—I’ll find out when I go to Roswell) But despite this proven track
record there is still, in the US, an ancestral semi-conscious fear of, “There’s
always a first time.” (to not assimilate) I suppose the 1980’s movie Alien Nation played into this fear of
separation. “How will my kids get a job?” said someone at the start of that
movie, fearing his kid would not be as smart or as bi-lingual as an alien would
be.
As I see it, we live our lives and we
go to watch the big silver screen in the context of our citizenship. So let’s
step back to see the bigger screen.
I’m as fearful as the next guy: In my
everyday life, I for one prefer to be only semi-conscious of the rate of
progress: How easy to think that progress is as regular as the arithmetical
gradations on my ruler; how fearfully hard to acknowledge that progress is like
the spreading logarithmic gradations on my slide rule, or like some startling
graph curve.
Given that bar graphs and curves are easier to visualize than abstract numbers which have to be translated, perhaps other Americans fearfully prefer to be only semi-conscious too: I’ve noticed something. I sometimes read figures, usually within a sentence, but I never see a graph showing how other countries are catching up to the US GNP—nor do I (accidental pun) “graphically” see the interception point. Never have I seen a graph curve on how the gap between rich and middle class keeps growing, nor a graph of how the US middle class keeps shrinking. And heaven help us: These curves are just not flattening or slowing down.
Given that bar graphs and curves are easier to visualize than abstract numbers which have to be translated, perhaps other Americans fearfully prefer to be only semi-conscious too: I’ve noticed something. I sometimes read figures, usually within a sentence, but I never see a graph showing how other countries are catching up to the US GNP—nor do I (accidental pun) “graphically” see the interception point. Never have I seen a graph curve on how the gap between rich and middle class keeps growing, nor a graph of how the US middle class keeps shrinking. And heaven help us: These curves are just not flattening or slowing down.
In my boyhood, before the moon
landings, it was the man now called Barrak Obama’s mentor, the famed community
organizer Saul Alinsky, who could just as well have meant fears when he
referred to problems: He said things remain as only a semi-conscious “bad scene,”
not a clear and solvable “problem,” until people have hope. No one reasons out
how to spend a lottery fortune, not unless they want to indulge in fantasy, and
no one living in the ghettos, in Alinsky’s day, reasoned out how to fix the
ghetto schools. Not until they had hope in the form of resources and tools and
money. (Alinsky died in 1972)
Today some people, “hope
challenged,” feel it makes more sense to write to their congressman about “sin”
or “gun control” than about those infernal graph curves—after all, what could
you expect a poor congressman to do? It’s a bad scene to be steadily losing the
middle class, but where are the specific tools to recommend?
The good news is that our
congressmen are not “capitalist pig dogs.” I think they mean well, even if they
have an “old white male upper class bias.” They aren’t like the cynical folks
in Elysium. The other good news is that our attitudes and habits are within our
control. I’m thinking of how business guru Peter Drucker often wrote of how the
post-war economic miracles of Germany and Japan were made possible because
businessmen and legislators always had one eye on the good of the nation. Today
congress could learn to keep one eye on whether anything they do will further
shrink the middle class—this habit of mind would be qualitatively different
than simply looking at “jobs.” To paraphrase the Buddhists, “when the people are ready, the tools will
appear.”
While Americans have made movies
about the Iraq fiasco and the Wall Street melt down (Margin Call) I don’t sense the public has truly felt any “wake up
call.” Not yet. Let’s hope we don’t have to “hit bottom” before we can face
fears and drop hubris. Not yet cynical, still pre-Elysium, I still retain hope.
I realize that just now, our fingers half weakened with confusion and despair,
we are allowing the middle class to slip away from our grasp. But “good old
congress” could still become embedded in a nation with a strong attitude, with
a clear-eyed determination to preserve the middle class.
I raise my glass in a toast,
“Here’s hoping.” I think I’ll go rent the movie South Pacific, and sing, “I’m a cockeyed optimist.”
Sean Crawford
October
Calgary
2013
Footnotes:
~Remember how the beasts in Animal Farm were unable to evaluate whether their new economic model of communism was working out for them?
The number of years between WWII and Reaganomics is the same as the number of years between President Reagan and today.
If Americans dared to evaluate the difference they might find that earlier wages were tied to GDP, rising as American business became more productive, but not under the Reaganomics model. No wonder there is populism, (See page 122 of Growing Pains by Gwynne Dyer)
~Remember how the beasts in Animal Farm were unable to evaluate whether their new economic model of communism was working out for them?
The number of years between WWII and Reaganomics is the same as the number of years between President Reagan and today.
If Americans dared to evaluate the difference they might find that earlier wages were tied to GDP, rising as American business became more productive, but not under the Reaganomics model. No wonder there is populism, (See page 122 of Growing Pains by Gwynne Dyer)
~I covered America in Descent (book report about A Time to Start Thinking) in October 2013, …
~I exposed inflation here and abroad in Conspiracies and Inflation, archived November 2013….
~I covered drone strikes matching US values in Drones, Culture and Citizens archived in February 2013.
~ It’s a truism the middle class is
the backbone of our economy, of democracy and of public morality. The classic contrast
is between the inspiring, awesome republic of Rome… and the corrupt, decadent Roman Empire
that came along once the middle class was extinguished. “Ill fares the land…”
~As for my claiming that European style
pluralism is inappropriate for us, I can imagine the British on their islands serenely
nodding in understanding. After all, their flag is a combination of the crosses
of ethnic patron saints, (not political flags) as they have broken a lot of
hearts down the years in order to assimilate. (Oliver Goldsmith, quoted above, wrote
in English) Meanwhile, over on the continent, I can imagine the Germans frowning and disagreeing, as someone told me Vienna has three languages. My sarcastic answer to the
Germans is: Can you spell Yugoslavia? ... Your children won’t be able to.
~A nation’s semi-conscious fears may
not always make it to the surface to be worked on and solved, of course. Today,
tutored by the war on terror, we are learning that many Arabs find it easier to
retreat to an Islamic past "—progress by earning God’s sudden blessing—" rather
than surface their fears that "—progress by catching up—" to the rest of the world would
require a lengthy effort: no quick fix. Arabs would need to embrace the
attitudes and tools of progress, such as non-corrupt business management and a
scientific mindset—but I doubt anyone is translating Drucker’s management books
into Arabic. In fact, according to journalist Gwynne Dyer, in the whole Arab
world, only 300 books are translated per year. (Future Tense: the new world order, 2004,
p 66, adding in brackets, (Greece, population ten million, translates about
1,500 each year.))
Meanwhile, in Japan, Drucker is
still well known as part of their economic miracle. A 2009 novel, Moshidora, has been made into a live
action movie, a comic book (manga) and a TV cartoon (anime) series. In the
novel a schoolgirl fills in for her sick friend to be the high school baseball
team manager. She goes to the bookstore to find a sports book and instead finds
a text, Drucker’s Management, which
she uses to lead the team.
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