Monday, November 26, 2012

Aftermath: In the Wilderness

Aftermath at Carency, 1915
Autumn Fundraiser 2012, Day One: The Descending Darkness

All you old-timers know by now that each quarter’s Fundraising Octave has a theme…of sorts. These themes usually suggest themselves as the deadline for the new bleg approaches. They kind of meander over to us and suggest, sotto voce, what we might want to consider.

Not this time. Nuh-uh. The 2012 Autumn Fundraiser came flying in through the open window where I was sitting in the kitchen. The arrow to which it was attached made a mighty “THWACK” as it embedded itself into the soft pine of the long refractory table right next to the potted ivy geranium I’d just dug up from its summer place in the garden. For a split second I thought, “Uh-oh; those Early Woodland Indians have come to reclaim their spot…”

After all, this land did belong to them once — something I can’t forget — they won’t let me. Every time I dig in the flowerbeds broken arrowheads or other half-worked pieces appear amongst the other rocky fragments in the clay soil. It’s difficult to come upon one of those broken bits and not wonder about the long-disappeared person who’d begun to make an implement with the piece I’m holding. Sometimes when the piece is larger than usual or more finely worked, there’s a sense of connection. It’s not a great leap from that consideration to panning out to a larger picture — from this individual “who” to the tribe to which he belonged, to perhaps other nearby kin groups… and then to their eventual disappearance.

Fade to black, and who knows why? We can only guess at their eventual replacement by other, later, unconnected tribes. Oh, and yes indeed, you certainly do learn to think these things whilst still continuing to dig up those weeds or make that hole for the new rose bush.

So… what gives with that arrow firmly embedded in my kitchen table? While the symbolism might be a tad aggressive, it certainly got my attention. The paper tied with twine is cut off the shaft, unfolded and brought to the window for reading. It has a simple though pointed message: This is the aftermath. We’re entering a dark time.

Well, duh. We’re not just “entering” the dark, we’re already there. But I’d be hard put to pinpoint the exact moment I realized the urgent need for candles and matches. Or when the sense of foreboding rose to the point of being a palpable, pervasive, and permanent presence. By “permanent” I mean it is now part of my consciousness, and will be a part of my being for the rest of my life. Whether or not my children will live long enough to see something new and worthwhile emerge from the turmoil they must needs endure for the immediate future is an open question.

Now just because there is no end in sight doesn’t mean The End doesn’t lie ’round the next bend. Nor is there any way to tell if this ‘end’ is a cul de sac or if it opens out into something so novel and benign that we can’t imagine it right now.

The general consensus isn’t betting on rainbows and fertile valleys, however. It won’t even wager on children, for crying out loud.

For each of us (individuals, families, localities, etc., in other words, something corporate entity small enough to get our hearts and minds around ) this descent into darkness, this sad assent to the fact that we’re in some strange new territory that feels unsafe and ugly and alien is likely to have occurred in stages. Just as it doesn’t go from noon to twilight in a moment, so it is with the recognition of the Aftermath in which we are forced to live, like it or not. For all of us the content may differ but the process is sadly the same: some collection of events we’d hoped to avoid — or the failure of our hopes that other compensatory events would transpire to ameliorate the evil — culminates in a moment that Arthur Koestler called “Darkness at Noon”.[1]

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Below is my own list of occurrences that brought me to this understanding of the Dysphonic Present we’re all facing. No doubt I’ve left out many equally serious episodes; one can only encompass a finite amount of bad news. Eventually, we numb out.

For example, the recent news that Morsi had declared himself Egypt’s dictator rolled off my back. I shrugged my shoulders and kept walking. A few years ago that would have made my list of Evil Events. Not anymore. Maybe the powers that be are counting on this mental overflow for all of us, perhaps they’re hoping we will all become numbed to the reality they’re unrolling. The problem they face is knowing when the more robust among us will finally cave. I’m guessing that for some of us, that moment will not arrive. However, my glass is obscured: I’ve no idea what they plan to do about The Holdouts.

Tip jarSo to begin our Quarterly Fundraiser, I offer for your perusal Dymphna’s List of Evil Events. I’m guessing that the one I begin with was my own personal tipping point into the dark, but no one really knows herself well enough, or can gain enough distance from her own heart, to say this with certainty. All I know is that it’s the one which preoccupies me at the moment we begin our fundraiser; I plan to discuss it in more detail in another post in the coming week.

I jotted down a higgledy-piggledy list, off the top of my head — or my heart. So there’s no chronological order here. The outrage is in no particular order, except perhaps that each one would suggest another as I jotted them down. No chronological order, no ordering by the seriousness of the outrage. It’s simply not possible to do that: to decide how these violations of common decency or lapses in integrity could in ranked.

This is just a list. Each thing on it is insufficient by itself yet each is crucial for the moment when I reached for candle and matches. Bear in mind that this is the list of an American Anglophile woman. Your list will differ, and so it should. When did my darkness descend? When did the moment of realization that I was living in the Aftermath arrive?

  • Was it when they put Tommy Robinson in solitary confinement without enough warm clothing to keep out the chill?
  • Was it the gradual understanding of the extent of the hurricane damage to the tri-state area on the northeast coast and what that is going to do to the national economy for quite some time to come?
  • Was it the escape by Obama of any blame for the incompetence of the aid rendered to the hurricane victims?
  • Was it the horror of Benghazi?
  • Even more, was it the horror of the mendacious cover-up of Benghazi?
  • Was it not just the horror of the ending in Benghazi, but even more so, what our consul was doing there? Was he gun-running?
  • Was it the appalling and obvious recognition that Obama and his Secretary of State have been shuffling like mad to cover the stink of Benghazi? And that the press is permitting them to do this while they watch in complicit silence?
  • Was it the re-election of Barack Obama despite the obviously abject incompetence of his first term?
  • Was it the sadness that accompanied my realization of how few people turned out to vote in the 2012 election?
  • Was it the final recognition of my own despair and frustration about the hapless Republican Party? Do they deliberately field mediocre candidates who proceed to run campaigns so badly that the electorate can’t remember one catchphrase, one talking point from the GOP? Is this done to permit Democrats to stay in power in order to go along with the fiction we still have real elections?
  • Was it the sense that General Petraeus stupidly let himself be used and blackmailed into waiting until after the election — at which point he was forced to fall on his sword and exit stage left as bloodlessly as possible?
  • Was it the MSM’s almost total blackout of the sentencing of the “film producer” who purportedly ‘caused’ the Days of Rage in the Middle East? Was there ever a more transparently constructed fall-guy scenario?
  • Was it watching the continued spectacle of our fawning bought-and-paid-for press? The sense that we live in a country whose free press and free speech are already leaving? Cuba, anyone?
  • Was it the sadness I felt on seeing the numerous “respectful” petitions to secede from the Union posted on the government’s page? I could hear the hollow laughter of the D.C. bureaucrats from here.
  • Was it the frenzied mobs of Consumerists, performing their dark arts on Black Friday, complete with the ritual smashing of one another in order to obtain some of the gilt they think they deserve?

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It was all of these and more. The four years of Obama’s broken promises. His sullen, mean-spirited refusal to work with Congress. His hyper-race-baiting, as first truly revealed for all to see in his need to create “the Beer Summit” to cover his own deep, abiding and reflexive hatred of whitey. His stonewalling of the investigation of gun-running set up by his Department of “Justice” head, Eric Holder, and his ignoring the moral weight of those hundreds of deaths in Mexico that were the result of Holder’s bungling?

On another level of his repeated insensitivity in the face of tragedy, I will never forget my shock when he skipped the memorial for those killed on the oil rig in the Gulf of Mexico so he could go to California to campaign for one of his politicos.

I saw a site recently that had a list of several hundred Obama atrocities and broken promises; I happened upon it while looking for something else. They were obviously keeping count — I envy such energy when in fact the enormity of his transgressions simply makes me tired.

I don’t care what he does anymore because it’s not him. It’s us. We’ll have to beg, borrow or steal some trenching tools and dig ourselves out of this hole.

America is fortunate: we have lots of Cassandras. So many of them, in fact, that they can’t be all shut up at once. And it may be that they will make themselves heard, that they will make a difference to how things turn out for this country and for the rest of the world. It may be…

In the coming week, I will be not be focusing exclusively on the evil, nor on the surrounding Darkness, nor on the misery-makers who slither through the halls of power sucking up to the cronies. Some of them do need exposure, but even more than that, we need to know about possible solutions.

IT IS NOT ENOUGH ANYMORE TO COMPLAIN. IT IS TIME TO LOOK FOR WAYS TO MAKE A DIFFERENCE, TO SLASH THROUGH THE UNDERGROWTH AND FIND A PATH, TO RAISE OUR CANDLES HIGH ENOUGH TO MAKE A BRIGHTNESS ENOUGH TO BE ABLE ONCE MORE TO READ THE CONSTITUTION.

Needless to say, we need your help to stay in business. We need whatever you can afford to give to this team project. We don’t pretend that ours is a solitary effort — there are so many others out there pushing back against the darkness. But in order for Gates of Vienna to continue we need enough money to stay in business for another quarter. That’s the agreement we made with you some years ago, and obviously we’re all of us still honoring our covenant.

I’m looking forward to this week of recognition and re-commitment and connection.

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Note:

1. Darkness at Noon (Bloom's Modern Critical Interpretations)

8 comments:

Anonymous said...

The issues that confront us can be summed up in one idea - a loss of faith and virtue. When a civilization looses its faith in transcendental values, such as life after death or a covenant between man and God, then license and chaos follow. When people live only for the moment, then they are like 'the dust in the wind... all we are is dust in the wind" to paraphrase a popular song, and as such can be swept aside by the slightest breeze, and certainly by the maelstrom that confronts us.
When only the present counts, then vice wins over virtue. Even more telling, vices are raised up as virtues, and virtues are denigrated as vices.
Today, as in past times, we confront evil, but today we are poorly armed, for the 'purveyors of truth' tell us lies, and we - and our children - are often willingly corrupted.
We shuck out the wisdom of prior generations, as if the new man is any more wise than those that have come before. But perhaps there is a difference, since the new man, stripped of faith, can only find solace in the moment, in sensual pleasures and in a body that ultimately decays. On the surface there is denial, but underneath, in the dark recesses where the conscious mind dare not go, there is a malaise, and a will to the juvenile, to a childless life and death. And it precisely because of this denial, that those who talk to the truth must be suppressed. In this Tommy Robinson, or the woman on train railing against immigrants must be destroyed by the state... while true evil is left to flourish.
I do not have answers. I do know that the issues we confront cannot be solved by dialogue, because the minds and hearts of most people are closed to the truth and hardened against virtue. The consumption of goods, and the focus on consumption is a measure of the malaise... and the creation of false gods such as the environmental is another symptom.
Sometimes we have to go elsewhere to seek the truth. And perhaps the best of truths can be found in the old fables that we told children in an earlier age. Today we are led by Chicken Littles who, when they are not attacking Chick Filet, are busily leading us down the road to our own destruction. They create false crises and ignore real ones, and the gullible die as a consequence.
Today, as in most of human history, we are engaged in a war for the survival of those we love and for our freedom to speak to the truth, worship as we wish, and to be free of the leviathan of big government. However, today the stakes are higher, since if freedom is lost, it will not be regained in our lifetime - if at all.

Anonymous said...

This is a test to see if it works.

Rollory said...

Mine was when John McCain, the coward, made a big fakery of "suspending" his campaign in order to rush back to DC to SUPPORT passage of the TARP, which on all possible points of law, morality, economics, and popular support, he should have opposed, thus deliberately throwing the election to Obama.

That election was the chance to actually Do Something, and John McCain, the coward, deliberately chose not to. (Not just with the TARP. He deliberately instructed his staff never to mention the name of Jeremiah Wright. He deliberately avoided saying even one word about the illegal foreign credit card donations to Obama's campaign. I could go on. The election was his for the taking, and he chose not to take it.)

Fine. It's not my country anymore, and it's not my responsibility anymore.

The Constitution doesn't apply anymore; to borrow a line from Chesterton, it is not that it was tried and found wanting, but that it was found difficult and not tried. The American people, as they are today, do not want it, do not want to follow it - that's too long and complicated a process involving too much minutiae and pesky details like government not being allowed to do what the people are screaming for right this minute.

They want someone to take care of them.

God help them, they'll get that.

Rollory said...

Mine was when John McCain, the coward, made a big fakery of "suspending" his campaign in order to rush back to DC to SUPPORT passage of the TARP, which on all possible points of law, morality, economics, and popular support, he should have opposed, thus deliberately throwing the election to Obama.

That election was the chance to actually Do Something, and John McCain, the coward, deliberately chose not to. (Not just with the TARP. He deliberately instructed his staff never to mention the name of Jeremiah Wright. He deliberately avoided saying even one word about the illegal foreign credit card donations to Obama's campaign. I could go on. The election was his for the taking, and he chose not to take it.)

Fine. It's not my country anymore, and it's not my responsibility anymore.

The Constitution doesn't apply anymore; to borrow a line from Chesterton, it is not that it was tried and found wanting, but that it was found difficult and not tried. The American people, as they are today, do not want it, do not want to follow it - that's too long and complicated a process involving too much minutiae and pesky details like government not being allowed to do what the people are screaming for right this minute.

They want someone to take care of them.

God help them, they'll get that.

Anonymous said...

Baron Bodesey
To despair or not to despair is a matter of faith. Not faith in the limited religous sense , but faith in our spiritual and cultural roots , of which religion is only a small part . This faith is something each individual must find for himself , even when we try help to each other finding it .
For me personally despair was dissolved by an almost mystic experience I had several years ago of being a Soldier , of entering into and becomming with my whole being this ''role'' which I had until this moment only PLAYED at being . I do not claim to be capable of explaining or even understanding why this experience made my life enormously more easy , but it did . Perhabs it has something to do with having the possibliity of ''Dying Well''

Ole Burde

Baron Bodissey said...

Ole Burde --

Just FYI, Dymphna wrote this post; it's not mine.

Judenlieber said...

There were several points for me:
When someone got a nomination by talking about hope and change, and "We are the ones we've been waiting for." Someone else said "We have to pass the bill to find out what's in it." and my wife said that she heard it too.
My daughter used the word Palestine. And others too numerous to mention.

Sagunto said...

"Was it the sadness that accompanied my realization of how few people turned out to vote in the 2012 election?"

On the bright side: imagine there was an election and no one turned up.

I see it as people withdrawing consent from the perverted, statist, left-right system of unlimited government. More and more people should rediscover their ultimate sovereignty over the state, and its phony political game of false choices and thus opt-out.

The rest - having voted - shouldn't complain. They perpetuate their beloved fictional system of legalized plunder and may continue to try and rob one another by proxy, i.e. the state.

Kind regs from Amsterdam,
Sag