Wednesday, April 6, 2016

Woodrow Wilson meets his Princeton Students


                                                                                                        
 
 
Students gather inside Nassau Hall during a sit-in, Thursday, Nov. 19, 2015, in Princeton, N.J. The protesters from a group called the Black Justice League, who staged a sit-in inside university President Christopher Eisgruber's office on Tuesday, demand the school remove the name of former school president and U.S. President Woodrow Wilson from programs and buildings over what they said was his racist legacy.


Poor Woodrow Wilson. His reputation is being savaged by young political radicals at the very institution (Princeton University) where he reigned as President before becoming New Jersey Governor and then the 28th President of the United States. Wilson was an early 20th century avatar of the “progressivism” that Barack, Hillary and their ilk claim make them our inevitable saviors. 

Wilson’s current detractors practice a Stalinist historiography of sorts that seeks to “erase” anyone or anything from history they perceive to be ideologically contaminated.  Just as Stalin had Leon Trotsky expunged from Soviet history for his deviationism, Wilson is on his way to being a non-person for believing what many if not most American politicians of his era similarly believed, that black Americans were inferior to white Americans. The celebrated American President has become one more piñata for the contemporary Left to whack away at, but only recently.  After all, he was a Democrat and, as mentioned, a “progressive” and an intellectual, a trifecta of goodness for today’s cultural Marxists whose capacity for forgiveness is vast for anyone who expounds liberal-left pieties and is not tainted by any sort of conservative affiliation or an aversion to the dismantling of the traditional social institutions, like marriage. 

But the bar has been raised and Wilson has recently been “outed” by the angry Maoists at Princeton University as: white, Christian and a segregationist. This, of course, is only breaking news to the students who make it to the Ivies these days in a combined state of historical hibernation and high dudgeon.  Awakened, they find it unbearable to imagine that the world outside the cocoon that protects their PC existence might harbor unpleasant realities that they have to grapple with.  The students have called for the removal of Woodrow Wilson’s name from the School of Public and International Affairs.

All of this is richly ironic since Wilson himself was a model for today’s self-righteous, censorious pontificators of the Left who perceive themselves as uniquely virtuous and are unable to tolerate anyone who does not swoon or at least capitulate when they dispense their moral certainties followed by the non-negotiable demands.

Winston Churchill nicely captured the American President’s uniquely grandiose sense of intellectual and moral superiority when he encountered him Paris in 1919.  Wilson arrived at the Peace Conference expecting to preside over it like a modern day Solomon and then observe the world harmony that would follow upon the recognition of his unparalleled wisdom of his Fourteen Points and their practical implementation.

“The French plan, however, did not at all commend itself to Mr. Wilson. It thrust on one side all the pictures of the peace conference which his ambition and imagination had painted. He did not wish to come to speedy terms with the European Allies; he did not wish to meet their leading men around a table; he saw himself for a prolonged period at the summit of the world, chastening the Allies, chastising the Germans and generally giving laws to mankind.” (Churchill, Winston S. (2013-09-23). The World Crisis, Vol. 4 (Winston Churchill's World Crisis Collection) (Kindle Locations 1587-1590). Rosetta Books. Kindle Edition.)


The complicated and monumental scope of Wilson’s life and career has collided with the crude reductionism of today’s identity politics and the clamoring campus Neanderthals who practice this ascendant tribalism.  So, for whatever else he was and did, Wilson is now rendered that singular, pathetic entity, the worst sort one can imagine these days … are your prepared? – a racist, which means nullification and erasure of his name from public places.

The Left now seems to be increasingly devoted to symbols, particularly to their circumscription. The scope of what they deem “offensive” constantly expands in direct correlation to the ever enlarging sense of their moral perfection and quivering, delicate sensitivity. With this conviction of moral perfection comes a furious compulsion to make the world they look out upon completely and consistently reflect their own unalloyed goodness and purity. And when it does not, they demand that it must. Any opposition or reluctance must be immoral or criminal. Symbols like the Confederate flag and statutes of Confederate generals spark their fury. Statues, street names, commemorative flags, even menus are symbols that give off coded messages that tell the wrong story. And for the Left, only one story is to be told.  Competition would be “hurtful” and thus not allowed.

The PC lexicon of the Left also offers a redefined meaning of “safety” consistent with the solipsism that seems to have enveloped the entire enterprise.  Solipsism is the view or theory that the self is all that can be known to exist.  Safety now means that one must be completely insulated from ideas, arguments, memories that might be troubling, which means that, above all, self-regard must be inflated, feelings protected, the “self” in effect must remain undisturbed by the intrusion of hurtful reality, completely swathed in its pristine ideological purity.   

This solipsistic bent of the leftwing ideologue is connected with self-esteem and the need to appear and feel virtuous.  Politics becomes fundamentally personal and self-referential.   Any given political act – how I vote, what protest I attend, what politician I execrate or deify – is determined by how virtuous it will make me feel.  The self is both the starting point and the final destination. This is why so much of leftwing politics is so given to theater and performance that features the participants making dramatic, emotional expression of their convictions.  Calling a conservative leader or candidate “Hitler” is a hyper-dramatic gesture that tells everyone how strongly I feel about what an awful person he is, how exquisite is my moral outrage, so why not call him the worst name I can think of, even it is silly? Obama’s 2008 campaign chant of his followers, “We are the ones we’ve been waiting for” is a masterpiece solipsistic mantra.  Nothing else exists outside of the “we” who waits and the very same “we” who is to arrive and take charge.  Politics is nothing less than the celebration of our own perfection.

Wilson’s recent take down is just another example of how the Marxist vision of history as the singular story of oppressors and those they oppress continues to operate and how it shapes the moral universe of today’s progressives and predictably guides their tactics.  Their world is continuously populated with new victims, which of course have histories of victimhood, each with a different crop of oppressors, some of whom are still in come circles held in high regard.  Political activism for them is the business of delegitimizing, as the French Jacobins in their demolition of the Ancien régime would cry:  écrasez l'infâme (crush the infamous thing). The past and all the evil it symbolizes must be erased.  High regard for the wrong people such as Woodrow Wilson is not legitimate and must not be tolerated.  

Unfortunately, as we look back over the last 100 years or so, the “delegitimizers” (“revolutionaries” as they called themselves – Bernie Sanders now claims to be one) who seek power so as to make the world much better than the one they execrate inevitably give way to the nihilists who believe in nothing but holding on to their own power.  In none of the utopias built by the great delegitimizers – Lenin, Mao, Fidel, Chavez – did anything emerge other than a ruling class made up of sociopaths more corrupt and venal that the original “oppressor” class they dispossessed.  

The Democrats, who were recently determined to make a woman under criminal investigation President, apparently wanted to move directly from idealism to stagnation and corruption, Leonid Brezhnev style.  It work out so well in Argentina with Kristina Kirchner, why not here. It is the robotic, seemingly embalmed while still alive Brezhnev who Hillary most closely resembled politically, a career ideological hack, a nihilist who believed in nothing other than his entitlement to power and the enjoyment of all of its special perks.  
     
History for the Left remains the story of oppression. It is increasingly a barren region with little to celebrate and many to execrate. So many to bring down, so little time.

Friday, March 25, 2016

Barack meets Raúl


                                                      



Image result for obama doing the tango in buenos aires

In the eight year of his rock star style Presidency Barack Hussein Obama made his way to Havana to pay homage to Raúl Modesto Castro Ruz.  We read that in anticipation Raúl had ordered his people to spruce up a bit the slum of his long making and it is likely that any of those unruly types who dared to occasionally complain about life in the Socialist Workers paradise were rounded up and dropped into the deep freeze during the President’s Potemkin tour.  Just to show who was boss, Raúl snubbed the American President, sending one of his flunkies to greet him on his arrival on the Havana tarmac.  Hermano mayor for decades enjoyed waving his middle finger at Uncle Sam. This occasion was, however, unique: Obama was the first American President to fly down and willingly get himself dissed in person.

Obama did not even catch a glimpse of the Damas Blancas (the Ladies in White), those brave women who Raúl’s goons regularly beat up for publically asking about the fate of their husbands, brothers and sons rotting as political prisoners in Castro’s vast dungeons. “Just hours before President Obama landed Sunday in Cuba for his historic visit to the communist island, Cuban authorities arrested more than 50 dissidents who were marching to demand improved human rights.”

From the Washington Post: “A group of dissidents known as the Ladies in White was met outside Havana’s Santa Rita church by an organized crowd of Castro loyalists shouting insults and revolutionary slogans. Then, The Post reports, Castro’s secret police pounced on the women and ‘half-dragged, half-carried them to waiting buses,’ while men marching with the women “were chased, thrown to the curb and handcuffed.” As they were arrested, the crowd chanted ‘This is Fidel’s street!  https://www.washingtonpost.com/opinions/castros-welcome-obama-to-cuba-with-a-slap-in-the-face/2016/03/21/c9d8d2c0-ef6b-11e5-a61f-e9c95c06edca_story.html.  Yes, those Fidelistas had it exactly right:  Cuba belongs exclusively to Fidel and Raúl, not the peons they boss around. It is their personal fiefdom and the clowns who spout that human rights nonsense deserve whatever abuse comes their way from the the guardians of “The Revolution.”

But that was probably just fine with Obama who apparently was willing to bear whatever indignities the regime cared to dispense, and who cares about the dissidents, anyway?  They have universal health care. What else do they want?  He was likely wearing his Che tee-shirt from his college days beneath his suit jacket.  Fidel, Raúl and Che, after all, were the young Hope and Change guys of the Caribbean when BHO was, as they say, just a twinkle in the eye of Barack Sr. Like President Obama during his 2008 Presidential campaign, “We are five days away from fundamentally transforming the United States of America.” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KrefKCaV8m4), the Castros in 1959 promised a  complete transformation of  their homeland with some smoke and mirrors palaver about free elections and democracy.  And “transformation” is a handy euphemism for exactly what they did, namely make the island into a hell hole (gulags, summary executions and all) that Cubans have for decades been (literally) dying to leave.  It is now a vast slum which not withstanding the 60-year iron fisted rule of Fidel and Raúl is entirely, they claim, the fault of the U.S.    

One suspects that Obama feels much more at home in Havana, yukking it up with a decrepit dictator than in those red states in the U.S and has a much higher regard for Raúl than for any of those Republicans back home whom he likes to speak of as his “enemies.”   Obama’s comfort with Raul, one also suspects has its origins in a deeply shared conviction that the U.S. is a country, as his wife Michelle, so eloquently put it in 2008 that is “just a downright mean.”

(http://newsbusters.org/blogs/noel-sheppard/2008/03/05/michelle-obama-america-just-downright-mean.) 

Beyond that, for some striking evidence of the President’s affinity for the Castro brothers’ version of Hope and Change we have Obama’s very own testimonial in his autobiography.

"To avoid being mistaken for a sellout, I chose my friends carefully. The more politically active black students, the foreign students, the Chicanos, the Marxist Professors and the structural feminists and punk-rock performance poets….  At night, in the dorms, we discussed neocolonialism, Franz [sic] Fanon, Eurocentrism, and patriarchy. When we ground out our cigarettes in the hallway carpet or set our stereos so loud that the walls began to shake, we were resisting bourgeois society's stifling constraints. We weren't indifferent or careless or insecure. We were alienated."  [Dreams from my Father, 100-101]


Granted, this was how Obama represented his Marxist bona fides as a youth at the university.  That was then, and now is, well ….  One remains hard pressed to discover much of a difference in conviction and attitude between the twenty-something university student and forty-forth U.S. President.  Since his university days up to the present Obama has continued to choose friends and associates strikingly similar to his university pals – Bill Ayres, Jeremiah Wright, Father Pfleger, Van Jones, and, of course, the race-baiting, riot-fomenting Al Sharpton.  While we hope he is not grinding out his cigarettes in the While House carpet to express his alienation, Obama has demonized policemen (“bourgeois society’s” armed enforcers) and given tacit support to rioters, as in Ferguson, who burned the place down.  In 2011 Obama celebrated American poetry and prose with a gathering of poets, musicians and artists at the White House.   According to the Associated Press he invited Lonnie Rashid Lynn, Jr. aka  “Common,” a notorious hip-hop artist famous for celebrating the killing of police officers and one notorious cop killer in general. http://www.newsmax.com/InsideCover/obama-common-poetry-jeremiah/2011/05/10/id/395900/#ixzz43rTSr0KP   So, Obama, the alienated, Marxist university student, and Obama, the racial polarizing, Castro-enthusiast President seem to be separated only by years.  There is no evidence in word or deed that Barack Obama has ever relinquished the resentment and his affinity for the leftist radicalism that motivated him as a young man: he is just much more sophisticated in managing it. 

One, however, should be careful with comparing Obama and Raúl  Castro.  To be fair to Raúl, as a Marxist, he is the real McCoy, one tough hombre, enduring in his youth the precarious Granma expedition from Mexico and the harsh rigors of the Sierra Maestra mountains as a guerrilla fighter, taking on Batista’s troops, getting shot at, taking hostages and executing them.  In the early days of the Revolution Raúl was even by his older brother's estimate a brutal fellow.  

"As the 'brothers show' developed, Fidel carefully and deliberately nurtured the myth of 'good brother, bad brother.' Whenever he wanted to threaten people with the results of his possible demise, he pointed to Raúl — 'He will be much worse than I,' he warned repeatedly. And he may have been right. Sierra fighters like Lucas Morán called Raúl's front a "small totalitarian state in which discipline was rooted in the terrible drama of death by execution." Geyer, Georgie (2011-02-01). Guerrilla Prince: The Untold Story Of Fi (Kindle Locations 3285-3288). Garrett County Press. Kindle Edition.   

Obama would not know which end of a gun the bullet comes out of, and it is doubtful that the man has an ounce of physical courage.  His Marxism is of the prissy, academic sort with all of its usual hand wringing devotion to the oppressed and its self-righteous, self-congratulatory posturing but is personally squeamish with a preference for softer approaches to coercion and, as he said in 2010  punish[ing] our enemies and … reward[ing] our friends.”http://www.weeklystandard.com/obama-to-latinos-punish-your-enemies-in-the-voting-booth/article/511932  Like his close friend, Al Sharpton, his style (dropping his “g’s” when necessary) is to demonize his critics and keep the rabble on a slow boil with artful demagoguery while working the system for all of its perks – golf, basketball,  jet-set vacations, celebrity hob knobbing, etc. 

From Havana the Commander and Chief flew to Buenos Aires where he was photographed practicing his Tango steps with a luscious Argentine partner.   When he becomes an ex-President and Hope and Change is long forgotten, when asked about his years at the top he can with a smirk quote Sen. George Washington Plunkett of the old Tammany Hall days: who in his memoirs wrote, “I seen my opportunities and I took ‘em.”