The Road to Forgetting

“The struggle of memory against forgetting.” Milan Kundera

We’re Americans. Our specialty is forgetting. History is what happened five minutes ago. History is gaudy spectacle – the Super Bowl halftime show, Lady Gaga arriving at the Grammy Awards in an embryo – and we need it big, loud, and flashy, and the faster the better. 4G fast. Trivia is our lifeblood and we demand instant access to the latest from Hollywood, the doings of the Kardashian conglomerate, quick updates from the Jersey Shore, tweets from Sarah Palin. We create reality. Information that doesn’t fit is discarded. George Orwell is dead. The Ministry of Truth manufactures lies. Ignore the truth and you will be rendered powerless by lies. They say the economy is staging a recovery, yet millions of homes sit empty and millions of people cannot find decent jobs to afford those empty homes. “Imported from Detroit” is an ironic advertising slogan. Reality contradicts spin, but who cares? Verizon now has the iPhone. This is important. Demand for Botox is tremendous. This is newsworthy. The struggle to remember, the need to forget. How did we get from there to here, from peasant and serf and disposable industrial laborer to the golden age of the middle class and then to this era of never-ending anxiety? The cognitive dissonance is as loud as a screaming F-14. We can afford tax cuts for those who don’t need them; we can afford foreign wars that go on for decades; yet we can’t afford to help the less fortunate, young or old, the infirm, the indigent or the unlucky because austerity is what we do now. The poor must sacrifice so the wealthy don’t have to. This is the new fairness doctrine. Cut to the bone, slice to the marrow, a penny saved on the backs of the poor today can be handed to the plutocrats tomorrow. But who cares? We have spectacle. We have shopping malls. We have 3D television. What happened in Egypt already seems like ancient history, as dusty as the Great Pyramid. One less toothbrush in the stand, one less towel on the rack, one less plate on the table, one less voice on the phone -- one more stone in the cemetery. The powerful count on us to forget. Entire political campaigns are built on false myths and fairy tales of a time that never was. Sarah Palin is the new Reagan; once again it is morning in America, a happy time. The road to forgetting is paved with negotiable facts.