If James Joyce were writing his Ulysses today, would the hero be an average Jew living an average life on the damp streets of Dublin? Would he fantasize in secret about his wife's affairs, quietly mopping up the messes she makes all the while sniffing mutton steak and hoping the society at large doesn't cast stones at his thoughts and her indiscretions? Would Joyce, if he were alive today, and better yet, if he happened to live in the US be at all inclined to endow average-ness and mediocrity with anything worth reading about?
We all fight our battles differently, I guess, and maybe some day, I will simply learn my lesson and stop altogether, realizing finally the futility of my efforts, but I am not quite there yet. For today, if never again, I'd like to address a few things that have been making me damn near physically sick over the last week. I want to talk about the "otherness" of one of the candidates for the presidency of this country.
Barack Hussein Obama is half black, young, and had the misfortune of being born in the only state we still have a problem spelling, with its exotic landscapes and people. He also has a misfortune of having lived in a largely Muslim country when he was a kid, and, of course, of having a Kenyan Muslim father. All these things are summed up in the name alone. He is no Leopold Bloom - or Joe Six-Pack. We can say it doesn't matter to the average American (whatever that entity might be), but we'd all be lying, because judging by everything that has been brought into question regarding this man, we do care, intensely. The over-riding fear and concern that he might, oh my god I can't believe I am actually gonna say it, have at some point in his life when in elementary school been registered as Indonesian and Muslim... The gaffe about the 57 states that Rush will never get over... The patriotic Americans with Palin/McCain signs screaming "terrorist" and "kill him" at rallies... And some unfortunate kid getting shot at for simply wearing an Obama t-shirt.
Which brings me to the not-so-delicate issue of who we are, as a people, as a nation. Do we still dream in Black and White, only now with hatred for all things Arabic sounding? Are we, indeed, so fundamentally arrogant that we really believe our way is the only way, and to hell with everyone else? What happened to "all men were created equal"?
I wish I could say that it's just a few bigots here and there, but watching the reactions of the audience at those aforementioned rallies squashes that hope. We don't fight our enemies, we fight those we are afraid of, and we are afraid of everything that is unlike us. It seems that now Obama and his supporters are the enemy. Where will we be on November 5th, regardless of who wins this election?
I sincerely hope that the ugliness of this election serves as a reminder of what this country was founded on, and maybe, just maybe it's time to stare bigotry in the face. Maybe it's time for a civil rights movement, because we are being anything but civil or civilized.
Absolutely freaking beautiful My Inna!
Enough said!!