United States President Barack Obama "signaled a commitment to pragmatism not
just as a governing strategy but as a basic value", according to
unintentionally hilarious inauguration dispatch by the New York Times'
Washington bureau chief David Sanger. Pragmatism, of course, is not a value,
but rather the triumph of expediency over values. To call pragmatism a "basic
value" is an oxymoron, a contradiction in terms, like "studied ignorance", or
"impassioned apathy". Obama had plenty of that today, too.
"[Obama's] appearance on the Capitol steps was so historic that the address
became larger than its own language, more imbued
with meaning than anything he could say," added Sanger, which is to say that
Obama said nothing memorable. Just what was historic?
This half-Luo tribesman from Hawaii whose African father had no connection
whatsoever with the West African ancestors of American slaves, was not imbued,
but rather hued, with significance. His melanin carried the meaning, which is
to say that he was judged by the color of his skin rather than the content of
his character, in a precise reversal of Martin Luther King Jr's famous phrase.
America's African Americans, who have failed to produce a credible leader in
the two generations since the Civil Rights Act of 1965, broke America's last
color bar, hailed this carpetbagger as a savior. For a generation of white
liberals raised on the notion that skin-color aversion is the original sin of
American politics, the confusion is understandable. The African Americans in
attendance should have known better. In a way, they did. If not for Aretha
Franklin, the day would have been a total loss.
Words failed not only Obama, as Sanger noted, but his preacher and poetess as
well. The Reverend Joseph Lowery, an old civil rights campaigner of Martin
Luther King's generation, concluded his benediction with a jingle: " ... help
us work for that day when black will not be asked to give back, when brown can
stick around, when yellow will be mellow, when the red man can get ahead, man,
and when white will embrace what is right." There was depth in Lowery's
triviality.
Lowery's sing-song had aesthetic merit to the inaugural poem [1] recited by one
Elizabeth Alexander, a teacher of African-American Studies at Yale University.
Alexander tried to rise from the ordinary to the elevated, but managed to reach
only the oxymoronic: "What if the mightiest word is love, love beyond marital,
filial, national. Love that casts a widening pool of light. Love with no need
to pre-empt grievance."
Perhaps she meant, "no need to avenge grievance". It is not clear how one can
pre-empt a grievance, which is a response to an objectively injurious act. One
can pre-empt the injurious act, but not the response, for the response presumes
the act. One can pre-empt a poem, by dismissing the poet. Even better, you can
visit the Adolescent Poetry Generator at elsewhere.org and get a new (and often
better poem than Alexander's) every time you refresh the page. [2]
It just wasn't their day. I mean that literally: it was a day on which a
dark-skinned man became president who had nothing to do with them. The son of a
Kenyan economist and an American anthropologist walked off with the
blood-stained mantle of seven decades of civil rights struggle. If the black
poets and clergy offered a counterfeit of real emotion, it is hard to blame
them. They were just the extras on Obama's stage set.
Oxybarama's inauguration has been compared to John F Kennedy's, when the
87-year-old poet Robert Frost recited The Gift Outright. Frost's poem
says that America "was ours before we were the land's", and that we became the
land's after "we found out that it was ourselves/We were withholding from our
land of living," and gave ourselves to the land in "many deeds of war".
It is not one of the great poems in the language, but it is classical in
construction, Biblical in evocation, and beautifully turned out. I will never
forget hearing Frost read that poem; he sounded like the hoary high priest of
America's civic religion, and he sent shudders up one's spine. His was a poem
that the whole world might read and learn something of America. Sadly, Yale
University's Alexander measures up to Frost about as well as Obama measures up
to John F Kennedy.
When Kennedy warned that Americans would bear any burden and pay any price in
the cause of freedom, he faced a ruthless and powerful contender in the Soviet
Union, whose power still was ascending. Obama observes that "our power alone
cannot protect us" (something else than power is supposed to protect the United
States?). He added oxymoronically that "our power grows through its prudent
use", and through "the tempering qualities of humility and restraint".
I am trying to recall the humility and restraint that Franklin D Roosevelt
displayed towards Japan and Germany during World War II, or Ronald Reagan
towards the Soviets during the Cold War. Perhaps I misheard what Reagan said in
Berlin: "Mr Gorbachev, in all humility, and without trying to be provocative, I
would like to suggest that perhaps you should consider the possibility of
tearing down this wall, if that wouldn't be inconvenient, of course."
Obama's America is everything to everyone, and nothing to anyone. Where Frost
evoked a land that had yet to possess a people yet to be born through
sacrifice, Obama's America is "Here Comes Everybody": "For we know that our
patchwork heritage is a strength, not a weakness. We are a nation of Christians
and Muslims, Jews and Hindus - and non-believers. We are shaped by every
language and culture, drawn from every end of this Earth."
It is one thing to include everyone in America, but quite another to think of
the country as a "patchwork" rather than as a land to whom many belonged before
they were adopted into it, the sense of its national motto, E Pluribus Unum
( Out of Many, One).
There is no "there" in Obama's address. Instead, there are nods in so many
directions that the compass needle spins. Oxymorons abound because Obama is
struggling to hold together so many disparate elements that their
incompatibility pops to the surface now and again. We fear at every moment that
he will fly apart like the inventor Coppelius' dancing doll of E T A Hoffman's
story.
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