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LIBERTY DEMANDS THE free and unfettered
exchange of information, a truth most of us recognize so
instinctively we seldom consider it in detail. Though freedom of
information is amongst the most simple of principles, it is also one
of the most profound, for without it, there cannot be informed
discussion and debate, and without such exchanges of ideas, there can
be neither democratic process nor justice. Therefore to measure
whether liberty in the United States is real or bogus, we need only
ask ourselves how easy – or difficult – it is for us to stay
informed about the people and events that determine whether we live
in relative comfort or in the fear and wretchedness that increasingly
defines USian reality for all save the privileged One Percent.
Remember too this standard is applicable to every aspect of our lives
– including those socioeconomic matters over which we as workers
are now, by capitalism's final maturation into Ayn Rand fascism,
prohibited from exerting any influence at all. But what we are
focusing on today is not economics per se; it is the
prerequisite of an informed public to the achievement and maintenance
of what we label “democracy.” And since we already know there is
no longer any freedom of information at the federal level – witness
President Obama's imposition of the total-surveillance state and his
unprecedented war on whistleblowers and the working press – we are
looking instead at parallel examples from other USian realms.
***
Until 2009, when I received my last
newspaper paycheck, I nearly always had the advantage of a ringside
seat in the local and state arenas of politics and government, and
even when I was not officially a member of the working press, my
reputation gave me comparable access. I had a good long run with the
media world's gift of super-citizenship: I became a professional
journalist in November 1956, the beginning of the last third of my
16th year, when The Grand Rapids Herald hired me as both a
copy-boy and a sports stringer, and its American Newspaper Guild
local issued me my first union card, two milestones in which I took
enormous pride. For most of the decades thereafter, staying informed
was generally no more difficult than observing events and
interviewing the participants. The techniques are essentially the
same whether you're covering sports or reporting on public affairs. I
debuted at the latter in 1958, the initial fulfillment of one of the
goals that had been mine since my decision at age 14 to become what
in those days was called a newsman. My first political story was a
detailed report on that year's local elections, the facts gathered
during an all-nighter in the vote-counting room at the Knox County
Courthouse, an assignment that produced a half-dozen double-spaced
typewritten takes for The Fountain Citizen, a prosperous
weekly that served a sprawling, relatively populous but
unincorporated suburb immediately north of Knoxville. It took me
another five years, three of which were consumed by a Regular Army
enlistment, to achieve my paramount goal – that is, to break into
investigative reporting. My debut was published by The Oak Ridger
in 1963 – Managing Editor Dick Smyser had assigned me to ferret out
the facts behind a flare-up of gun violence in the East Tennessee
coal fields – and I quickly learned that, just as I had imagined,
here was journalism at its most demanding, particularly when you had
to work under-cover or organize clandestine meetings in
out-of-the-way locales to protect your sources. But even amidst my
scariest and most challenging investigation, for The Jersey
Journal in 1970 – a double-barreled
exposé of the heroin-addiction
epidemic inflicted on the United States by the Vietnam War and the
federal government's desperate efforts to keep it secret – I never
thought much about my right to know or my readers' right to learn the
truth as best as I could report it. Like most of my colleagues, I merely took those
rights for granted.
In
other words, shielded as I was by my press
card, I was pampered,
probably blinded and perhaps even spoiled rotten by what I now know
was, just as I said
above, super-citizenship: an
ivory-tower view of USian governance. As I am finding out in the
Average-Joe
status to which I have at last been reduced by official (albeit only
partial) retirement, I have no de
facto right to know
anything, despite de
jure assurances to
the contrary. Public disclosure and transparency laws are thus
meaningless – unless of
course you can afford
lawyers to enforce
compliance.
But I lack the requisite
wealth, which means the
only real right I have is to badger politicians and bureaucrats and
other sorts of officials with emails and telephone calls they in turn
are free to ignore at will. Unlike a daily or even weekly newspaper,
this blog, with its national and international readership that
numbers only in the upper hundreds, is insufficiently influential to
compel even the basic courtesy of “no comment” responses. And
“compel” is the appropriate verb: under the new paradigm of USian
governance – unlimited profit and absolute power for the Ruling
Class, total subjugation for all the rest of us – the politicians
and bureaucrats serve only the One Percent, which means they now
respond to any of us in the 99 Percent only if and when they are
forced to do so. Thus their responses are either brazen
lies (Obama's “change
we can believe in”), Ayn Rand sneering (Romney's “47 percent
who...believe that government has a responsibility to care for them”)
or unapologetic violence,
relentless onslaughts
with truncheons, pepper gas and rubber bullets by
the legions of federally
militarized police that,
in obedience to
orders
from the White House and
the Department of
Homeland Security,
mercilessly crushed
the Occupy Movement. I
doubt I
need point out the brutality of the assaults indicates the
authorities' intent was to
forever suppress any further
USian capability of
organized dissent –
much as Tsar Nicholas II
sought to do on the
original Bloody
Sunday,
8
January 1905.
Obviously
– a bitter lesson learned too late – I
should have paid more attention to all those angry
99 Percenters who,
particularly after 22 November 1963, repeatedly warned me that if
you're an Average Joe
or an Average Lisa,
the politicians just tell you to fuck off. Stupidly,
I always dismissed such
protestations as hyperbole
born of willful ignorance
– mostly refusal to learn how the system works. But now, in
official retirement, I'm an
Average Joe myself. I'm
the one who's being told to fuck off – though never in such honest
words of course – and now I see it was I who did not know the
system.
Which
is all by way of preface to explaining
why the controversial
story I promised last week remains unreported. The politicians and
their collaborators in a certain local non-governmental organization
apparently know I sense incipient class-betrayal in their otherwise
inexplicable refusal to discuss a proposal for
mandatory paid sick leave that,
were it to become law, would dramatically improve the quality of
life for every woman, man and child within the Tacoma city limits.
Now – never mind my long and award-winning history in local
journalism – they won't answer
my emails or telephone calls about the seemingly endless delays that,
probably just as planned, are quietly drowning the proposal in a sea
of forgetfulness. This non-response is a new development – a new
experience for me, too – though it may also be retaliation for my
revelations of the
hatefulness behind the local war on transit.
Whatever,
it
portends the doom of the sick-leave
proposal
itself, which is
a direct challenge
to
the anti-worker
principles
of Ayn Rand governance.
Thus
we can confidently assume
it won't ever be
formalized as a city
ordinance, much less enacted. In turn this means the main question
facing the NGO leaders is how to present their failure as success,
while the politicians have to calculate how to disguise their
obedient service to the One Percent as democracy in action.
Such
is life in this Pacific Northwest seaport city of 200,000 people,
where – despite the notorious anti-transit-user bigotry of the
voters and elected officials – the local bus system may
yet survive another year.
Meanwhile,
the non-response to my inquiries tells me I'm now just like every
other USian citizen who is not part of the Ruling Class, which means
I'm viewed by the capitalists and their politicians and bureaucrats
as an enemy of the(ir) (e)state.
*****
Apropos
the intimate relationship between censorship and injustice,
I do not understand why so
many USian feminists
steadfastly refuse to acknowledge the terrible and escalating danger
of Christian theocracy in the United States. It
is a
definitively subversive threat that is
lavishly funded by the One Percent. Its
menace is credibly
documented, including in
several
links below. Its
rationale – that theocracy is most profitable means of achieving a
slave-minded workforce – is well known. It's
innate malevolence – particularly to women – is frighteningly
portrayed in The
Handmaid's Tale, a
superb novel by Margaret Atwood that is arguably the feminist
equivalent of George Orwell's 1984.
In the real world, theocracy's Skinner-box
prototype is the USian
South, where the Ku Klux
Klan functioned
as the Christian equivalent of the Islamic “morality police” –
precisely the
reason the Klan is colloquially known as “the Saturday Night Men's
Bible Study Class.” Theocracy's financial efficiency is proven
there too: note the region's conditioned hostility to labor unions,
its viciously substandard pay scales and its abysmal levels of
educational achievement. Indeed, corporate executives rule the
southern workplace by what amounts to divine right; throughout
the South, to
defy your boss is literally
to defy god almighty.
The attendant fear of eternal damnation – subconsciously the most
terrifying prospect ever inflicted on the human mind – silences any
who might demand living wages. It also dumbs
down all but the most
scholarship-oriented
youths, who seem to
require religious dispensation or other forms of protection by the
aristocracy merely to advance beyond the level of high-school
pregnancy. And now, with the theocratic
South's Christian
misogyny
metastasizing throughout the United States, women in fully 87 percent
of the nation's counties are
already denied local access to abortion.
Then why – with the basic right of women to control their
very
selfhood at such grave
risk – do so
many USian feminists
aid and abet the imposition of theocracy by refusing to speak out
against it?
Why the relentless assault on
women's sexual freedom in the United States? Unfortunately Ms. Rosen
neither states the question correctly nor answers it truthfully. The
answer, of course, is the One Percent has decided zero-tolerance
Christian theocracy is the most profitable (and therefore most
expeditious) way of controlling the 99 Percent – all the rest of
us. And the vital first step in imposing Abrahamic theocracy of any
kind – Christian, Islamic, Jewish – is the re-enslavement of
women. (As for why women are the specific prime target, note the
psychological and semiotic messages implicit in the fact that –
whenever Abrahamic orthodoxy is rejected or transcended – Liberty
is always portrayed as female.)
Those who doubt the theocratic
threat are urged to visit the website Theocracy
Watch, which – due to its lockstep allegiance to the
Democratic Party, unfortunately suppresses the under-publicized
involvement of leading Democrats, among them Hillary Clinton and
President Barack Obama, in the ever-escalating push toward theocracy.
(Jeff Sharlet reveals how Clinton “fights side-by-side with [Sen.
Sam] Brownback and others for legislation dedicated less to
overturning the wall between church and state than to tunneling
beneath it.” See The Family:
The Secret Fundamentalism at the Heart of American Power,
p. 275.) Meanwhile Obama is forever willing to surrender
women's reproductive rights
even as he shows his true theocratic colors
by radically expanding President George Bush's program of
“faith-based initiatives,” thereby providing federal funds to
religious social-service agencies that routinely discriminate on the
basis of belief. Obama's betrayals, like Clinton's, are facilitated
by Democrat hypocrisy – the Democrats' reflexive, often fanatical
support of policies they would fiercely oppose if advocated or
imposed by Republicans.
In any case, as long as Democratic
apologists and other clandestine defenders of Abrahamic misogyny
continue to deliberately suppress information about the real nature
of the theocratic threat, we all remain at huge and terrible risk –
though none more so than women.
*****
Oh
how I miss the complimentary tickets that came with being a member of
the working press. Nevertheless, thanks to the financial beneficence
of a dear friend, earlier this week I was able to watch a documentary
film entitled The
War on Whistleblowers: Free Press and the National Security State.
Thought-provoking and informative, I recommend it to anyone who can
find a way to see it, which may be difficult, as too many major
theaters seem loathe to screen it. But here in Tacoma, the film's
showing was facilitated by the bravery of the people who own and
manage The Grand Cinema, a feisty independent movie-house that dares
feature art films in a notably nyekulturniy
town and, best of all, is only a short walk from my dwelling-place.
But the film is also a bit disappointing. An unsparing report of
military personnel slain, maimed or endangered in the name of profit
and lives ruined by government oppression, it nevertheless ends on a
janglingly
inappropriate upbeat note, as if Director Robert Greenwald believes
we've all
been
so brainwashed by the cult of positive thinking – picture a Smiley
Face atop a mound of corpses (“Have a Happy
Day”) – even bad news needs be given a Walt
Disney
ending to make it palatable to the USian consciousness. Though in
fairness to Greenwald, I should point out the Whistleblowers
footage
was already in the can when the worst possible news broke – that
here in the United States of George-Bush-cum-Barack-Obama
and the One Party of Two Names,
there is no longer either a free press nor even much of a pretense
of liberty. Our last remaining illusions of freedom have been
dispelled by Edward Snowden's courageous disclosures of the
relentlessly totalitarian nature of the USian state security
apparatus, which
is obviously aimed more at us, the increasingly alienated 99 Percent,
than it is intended to counter any threat from abroad: once again,
welcome
to the Fourth Reich. Though now we
know
just how awful things truly
are,
there's a (tiny)
chance
we might begin to formulate adequate strategy and tactics of
resistance.
But
the reflexive denial of our ever-more-hopeless circumstances
continues unabated. During
the apres-flick discussion, somebody predictably quoted the Rev.
Martin Luther King Jr.'s 1964
statement that
“the arc of the universe is long, but it bends toward justice.”
Alas, my admiration for
the martyred
King does not change the fact his observation, which has a long and
illustrious genealogy dating
at least back to 1810,
is nevertheless a blatant falsehood. The hideous truth of human
history – at least human history since the fall of Knossos marked
the ultimate triumph of patriarchy – is that justice, which cannot
be achieved without liberty, is but a willow-the-wisp, a haunting,
ephemeral, poignantly brief glimmer of conceptual light amidst a
seemingly endless midnight of savagery. Yes, there have been moments
of liberty, of justice as defined by democratic and quasi-democratic
states, but the associated
freedoms were mostly limited to a chosen few and in every case,
including
our own, were
eventually
swept
away by the
tides
of tyranny that
characterize the human norm.
Thus our species' scant few attempts at building just societies are
dwarfed by seeming endless millennia of despotism. Don't take my
word for it; measure it yourselves: the centuries
of oppression predominate by a ratio of at least 20
to one. And now – as proven by the ever-intensifying intrusion of
Obama's zero-tolerance surveillance state – the darkness of
injustice and enslavement is descending once again, quite possibly
to imprison us until our
species' self-imposed extinction marks the
end of time itself. And
there is scant hope for rescue or amelioration. Though
the arc of the universe is indeed long – a span we can now measure
by the same technologies that guarantee our enslavement – it bends
not toward justice but toward ever-more-total subjugation.
LB/26-28
July 2013
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