Showing posts with label Chauncey DeVega. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Chauncey DeVega. Show all posts

Saturday, February 06, 2021

Where Serfs Are Rarely Allowed

 


It’s not the poor who make revolutions.” Chris Hedges, in conversation with Chauncey DeVega


All Joe Biden can do is slow America’s slide, but I don’t expect him to instigate or inspire the true course correction necessary to keep the country from coming apart at the seams. He’s got a narrow two year window in which to operate and a razor thin majority in a completely dysfunctional Congress. Trump drove the GOP insane and now the inmates have seized control of the guard towers and are headed for the armory. Unless we quickly strengthen and reinforce our democratic structure and some of its machinery -- voting rights, eliminating the filibuster, ending gerrymandering -- the republic cannot long survive. 


Accomplishing such reforms would be a major achievement for a functioning Congress. It seems obvious to me that the same political system that landed us in this ditch cannot pull us out. The corruption is too deep in the Senate, for example, for that body to accomplish anything except tax cuts for the rich, corporate handouts, and obscene annual tithes to the Pentagon. For the majority of working-class Americans -- and by this I mean people of all genders, creeds , political persuasions and skin tones who work for and depend on wages -- all we ever get from Congress is indifference and hypocrisy. The US has some of the weakest basic protections for working people in the world, and no organized labor power to speak of. Congress wrings its soft hands, knits its brow, and squeals when the subject on the floor is aiding working-class citizens in the middle of a devastating pandemic. Republicans make one-time $2,000 payments to eligible citizens sound like the worst profligacy imaginable. But they have no qualms about cutting taxes for corporations and the wealthy, handing out millions of dollars in welfare to companies that don’t need it, or drowning the Pentagon in money. No qualms at all, that’s simply business as usual, constituent service.


In a corrupt, upside down system like ours, the needs of working people will always be subordinated to the needs of the wealthy and powerful. Look at the Dow Jones Industrial Average if you need proof. At a time when our economy is limping along and millions are struggling to pay the rent and feed their loved ones, the DJIA is riding above 30,000. One clearly has no relation to the other. Two completely different games are going on here. How can the economy be booming for a few and collapsing on the many? How did we engineer such a perverse system? Why don’t we talk about it? Why don’t we speak in the language of class warfare in America when that is precisely what has been going on for almost half a century? Is it to maintain the meritocratic fantasy that every American is born with equality of opportunity? That every American rises or falls by his or her own effort and talent? Is it to justify the winners and explain the fate of the losers? 


People and companies who benefit from a 30,000 DJIA might reside in the same country with the serfs for whom the DJIA is meaningless, but they travel in fine automobiles on private roads where serfs are rarely allowed. 


As we approach a full year of adapting to the pandemic I’ve been thinking about the role of elders in society. In an article about loneliness, I came across some startling statistics, such as the large percentage of elderly people in America who live alone. My brother, cousin, and mother are in their 60’s, 70’s and 80’s respectively, and all live alone. Extended families living under the same roof are rare. Families scatter now for schooling, work, military service, affordable housing, temperate weather, and many other reasons. Transportation is easier, faster and more efficient than it was a century ago. Upward mobility on the economic ladder might be a thing of the past, but people still pack up and move in search of better lives. The question I’ve been thinking about is: What do we lose when families scatter? The elders, for one thing. Elders are supposed to peer down the road ahead, see how it compares to now, and make a guess, using all their lived experience, about the dangers that might lie ahead. This might have been more immediately relevant to survival in indigenous societies, but I still think elders matter today. Even if the technology of the future is even more mind-boggling than it is now, and it surely will be, we remain human beings with passions, prejudices, fear, and the potential for violence. Wise elders encourage a cooling down, a meaningful pause to consider the consequences of words and actions. That’s the opposite of our lightning fast, digital, social media news feeds, YouTube favorites, and other noise that comes at most of us many hours each day. Without elders wise about the ways of human beings, without stories of people and places, events, times lived through, and threats survived, we lose the everyday wisdom of those who came before, and who can tell us how this or that place used to be.


How many of our elders have died alone due to Covid? How many of those deaths belong to Donald J. Trump?


I’ve also been thinking about China. Despite all his bellicose rhetoric, Donald Trump was easily outplayed by China on the trade front, and before much longer China will take our belt and become the preeminent economic power in the world. As political sclerosis and social unrest and division weaken the US, China will stroll through the double doors Trump left open and dominate technology and trade. Trump sundered America’s traditional alliances, alienated world leaders, made preposterous claims and a mockery of America’s longstanding claim to global leadership. Although America’s dominance was eroding when Trump moved into the White House, his reign was like tossing a Molotov cocktail onto a runway slick with jet fuel. Trump’s grandiosity and stupidity accelerated America’s decline. What does this mean for the millions of Americans who have nearly been forgotten in the half century of America’s disastrous experiment with neoliberalism? If we think those deemed “losers”in our unforgiving meritocracy are angry now, just wait. 


As our economic power wanes so will our military power, and then maintaining a global network of military bases will become untenable. The empire will be forced to fold its tents and limp home. 


When revolution comes to America it will arrive from the political right and it’s symbols will be the flag and the cross. Or the bullet and the Bible. Trump blathered about a fictitious “radical left” but the true danger is from Christian fascists, who for decades have been funded by conservative oligarchs. I found this passage in a book titled The Power Worshippers by Katherine Stewart:


“Addressing gerrymandering, voter suppression, and other abuses of the electoral process that continue to hobble American democracy will be a central aspect of any effort to meet the challenge of Christian nationalism.”


Can I get an Amen on that? 



Wednesday, May 27, 2020

The Isolation Diaries No. 35

“Lives are being destroyed on the altar of profit.” Chris Hedges on the Truth Report with Chauncey DeVega


Until today I was feeling decent emotionally, neither too high or too low, taking it day by day, but the minute I went into the office this morning the wheels fell off my mental bus and I plunged down a ravine. I still can’t put my finger on the exact cause, which is as frustrating as feeling like the climb out of the ravine is more than I’m capable of. Even a hard training session failed to lift my mood. 


The Great Forgetting is underway. Coronavirus? What Coronavirus? I listened to an interview with the Irish writer Fintan O’Toole, who said the US under Trump looks pitiful. How, O’Toole wondered, can the country rebound with an actively malign presence in the White House? Good question, and the answer is that it can’t. Trump’s reality show presidency was destined to destroy, not build. Why people thought his run in the White House would be any different from his multiple business failures still baffles me. The American Empire was low on fuel when Trump took office, and now it’s running on fumes. 


Trump is the dark lord of America’s slimy underbelly. 


Remember when Trump said his administration had shut down the Coronavirus? That was almost 100,000 American deaths ago. Here’s the latest from the Trump Death Clock: 59,311. That’s the number of deaths that could have been prevented if Trump and his pathetic administration had acted with competence. 


The Trump Gang is full of political hacks and incompetent dickheads. I thought Lawrence Kudlow or Ben Carson or Betsy DeVos led the pack, but then along comes Trump economic advisor Kevin Hassett, who claims that America’s “human capital stock,” by which he means working people, are itching to get back to serving the millionaires and billionaires who own and operate our economy, even if it costs their health or their lives. Human capital stock. Had he been around in 1830, Hassett would likely have been an owner of human chattel, African flesh and blood, to be used, abused and discarded in the cotton or cane fields. I imagine Hassett as a squeamish owner who outsourced the discipline of his slaves to men even more heartless than he. 


No savior waits in the wings. This isn’t a Hollywood blockbuster. No, Joe Biden isn’t Donald Trump. Biden isn’t a sociopath, but if you think all our troubles -- social, political, economic -- will magically vanish should Biden pull off an upset and defeat Trump in November -- if we even have an election -- you need to spend some time reviewing Biden’s long legislative record. It’s not pretty. Biden’s policy stances are one of the reasons America has been hollowed out like a Halloween pumpkin. 


Hypocrisy. Stupidity. Cruelty. 


It took a long time for the Greedheads to put truth and honor and decency to the sword. They stood gloating over the bleeding forms, sword in one hand, Christian cross in the other. The Greedheads believe in death and of death they can never get enough.  


Night falls over my ravine. A coyote howls. Come the first light of morning I might climb out.