OK….I admit it…I’m scared!
There are people that I know very well, family members, friends, acquaintenaces from various times of my life who snicker or sneer at my fears. They say I am of the “old school”—the “Cold War era”—afraid of bogies and ghosts of the past, as gifted us from the best selling authors of Spy Fiction. You know—Tom Clancey et al.
I have been told in so many words that the old Cold War politics are passé. I have been told, that being an old woman— one having studied matters of the World, and especially the United States, of which I am an informed citizen and Historian—my views are left over from the bad old days when Russia was not our friend.
In the recent past I have been accused of “hating” my country. WRONG…as our new president elect would say. I have always likened this theory of un-Americanism to the case of a loving and devoted Great-Grandmother who accepts and loves all family members the same no matter what they do or how they live…or what they do. She (ok… I….) love my country but not necessarily everything they do.
“My country right or wrong” was the slogan of a more patriotic time when we the people were psyched up for war, or invasion, or over-throwing sovereign governments, or killing world leaders that we don’t like.
Demonization…a process by which a leader/country/nationality/situation by which the citizenry is often known to fall in with a given idea at a proverbial snap of the fingers by whoever is in charge. Pick up the morning paper…or sign onto Yahoo…or flick the radio switch. Chances are there will be a brand new name of someone that we as citizens need to oppose. We are expected to absorb and believe in whatever truths and half-truths spew forth from the powers-that-be.
Remember a few years ago when we were all expected to be mad at France—because they declined leaping happily at invading or bombing or otherwise harassing another country? Sort of a “We are having a War, and you are cordially invited (expected) to participate…or else we will make French Fry jokes and remarks about your manly prowess…”