Plague Journal, Exiles
It is by an act of force,
or coup de théâtre*
geographical exile of the Founding Fathers of the seventeenth century
adding itself to the voluntary exile of man within his own consciousness –
that what in Europe had remained a critical and religious esotericism
became transformed on the New Continent into a pragmatic exotercism.
The whole foundation of America is a response to this dual operation
of deepening the moral law in individual consciousness,
a radicalization of the utopian demand
which was always that of Sects,
and the immediate materialization of that utopia,
in work, custom, and way of life.
To land in America is,
even today, to land in that ‘religion’ of the way of life
which Tocqueville described.
This material utopia of the way of life,
where success and action
are seen as profound illustrations of the moral law…
America is the original version of modernity.
We [Europeans] are the dubbed or subtitled version.
America ducks the question of origins;
it cultivates no origin or mythical authenticity;
it has no past and no founding truth.
Having known no primitive accumulation of time,
it lives in a perpetual present.
Having seen no slow, centuries-long accumulation of principle truth,
it lives in perpetual simulation, in a perpetual present of signs.
America has no identity problem.
in the future, power will belong to those peoples
with no origins and no authenticity
who know how to exploit that situation to the full.
Excerpt America by Jean Baudrillard, p. 76
*a sensational or dramatically sudden action or turn of events.
The Independence Day weekend ‘celebration’ continues. There were two speeches given by the president, one at Mt. Rushmore, South Dakota and the other in Washington. The speeches were reminiscent of Baudrillard’s observations. The president attempted to demonize those who disagree with his racist policies, his tacit endorsement of white supremacist ideology, and his opening of protected lands to development, exploitation by his allies in the business sector. In multiple ways the president has demonstrated his disdain for legislative process, for the rule of law and for precedent. He is a living icon of raw imposition of will, a purpose to perform ex nihilo what one desires no matter the consequences to others. The president declared those who disagree with him to be radical, enemies of Americas core principles, — “a threat to American values and heritage.” His point of view, fanatical, cult-like, — is a judgment outside of reasoned argument. He stands alone, a man of action, his success self authenticating, its own justification.
As a Trump supporter commented to me, “if he is not smart, how did he get to be president ….?”
Meanwhile the Coronavirus spreads with increasing momentum, unrestrained, across the west and the south.
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I recall a dedication of some sort presided by the mutt in chief given at the WH. Something of, no doubt, little worth or meaning was being gifted to two Indians, in modest tribal dress. They were all standing in front of a portrait of Andrew Jackson.
I remember a motorcycle journey decades ago when, while passing through a ‘Res’ – I always liked driving through Indian land; the roads have no shoulders and tree overhanging’s aren’t trimmed – and Most First Nation people I’ve met enjoy speaking with a guy on a m/c, calling it, my horse. Later during the day, I stopped at a ‘hole-in-the-wall’ general store to get some ‘store bought’ water and fill my canteen. The fellow behind the counter and I had a good natured conversation speaking of journeys, travels and even ‘Vision Quests’ after alluding to not being unfamiliar with such spiritual quests. I think I was in one of the Dakotas, I knew I was speaking with a Sioux. He told how buffalo hunting was before the Spanish came and introduced their culture to horses – crawling along in the tall grass with buffalo skins draped over their bodies. I mentioned I had seen Devil’s Tower and could easily imagine how peeking up at that, after nothing but undulating land beneath them must have been a spiritual experience. We spoke further of First Nation spirituality and how everything was ‘one’ – made sense to me.
Then I brought out a twenty dollar bill to pay for my supplies – my, moments ago newly found friend, assumed another aspect and looked down right menacing to me. Eyes searching about for a potential weapon, I was told about my transgression; even ‘bringing’ a likeness of the ‘great Indian fighter’ on a res was an affront. I assured him I had not realized my insult, but upon hearing, immediately understood. I even offered to tear it up but he could tell I was ‘on the cheap’ and seeing my apology was sincere, we parted with the civility that was required.
I have often wondered about that scene in the WH. But I believe that he just isn’t that smart and it was a cruel twist of fate.
Blessings