For years, James Stafford has watched how we compared everything to the horrors of Nazi Germany—killing of civilians, a militarized police state, torture—but that could never happen here, right?
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I was raised in the shadows of major events. We forget that the ’60s spilled over into the ’70s: Vietnam and Watergate, school bussing, the Equal Rights Amendment, Tiny Tim’s Tonight Show wedding to Miss Vicki. The early ’70s were every bit as tumultuous as the ’60s, just with a Carpenters and John Denver soundtrack.
While all of that was going on outside, inside my red brick elementary school we pledged allegiance to the flag and sang songs that taught us how great America was. Many of these were Woody Guthrie cuts, songs like “Roll on Columbia,” “Grand Coulee Dam,” and the definitive reminder of American community, “This Land is Your Land.” We learned about Martin Luther King and the Kennedys, too, their deaths still an open wound. There was a sort of schizophrenic duality to the messages sent to children during the ’70s: protest and compliance, chaos and order.
During that same decade my grandfather and his generation were still grappling with their war. He was my current age when the seventies dawned, and I imagine that piles of corpses still haunted him. He saw firsthand the horrors of Nazi Germany. As a skinny 24-year-old corporal, my grandfather’s platoon liberated the Mauthausen concentration camp.
“How could the Germans let that happen?” was probably the longest shadow cast by a war some 25 years past. As a culture we processed it in myriad ways. From the Nuremberg trials to Hogan’s Heroes, our institutions comforted us. They assured us that what happened in Germany was an anomaly, that we were the good guys and they were the bad guys and their day of reckoning would come. If we couldn’t punish the guilty in court we’d punish them in pop culture, portraying them as buffoons or cannon fodder.
What happened in Germany couldn’t happen here.
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I guess it wasn’t just the ’60s that spilled over into the ’70s, but the ’50s, too. When my grandfather and his brothers in arms came home from the war, they made a good run at denial. The chaos of war was replaced with the calm predictability of order: tract homes, traditional gender roles, and institutions that worked. Whether they really did was beside the point — what mattered was the belief that calm and order had supplanted the moral ambiguity and chaos of the war years, the conviction that what happened in Germany couldn’t happen here.
That was the institutional ’70s: civic pride, patriotism, calm, order. As a child I strongly believed in our institutions, both public and private. Cowering in the darkness of my bedroom, I’d imagine being chased by bad guys. In these scenarios I always ran to my house, or a police station or church. The bad guys were always left outside of these sanctuaries, shaking their fists like Snidely Whiplash. I was a tiny person searching for comfort in a world that I couldn’t control, the smallest nesting doll cocooned inside of home, church, community, government. In retrospect what’s funny about that is that we weren’t even churchgoing people, but that’s another story.
What rankled the grownups in my world were the people who demanded more than the pretty nesting shells of institutions: the goddamned hippies, the trouble making blacks, the fucking feminists, any group who questioned how we could oppress people while touting our American values. It wasn’t enough to sing “This Land is Your Land,” they insisted that we live it.
My grownups didn’t like this. Those who didn’t support President Nixon were bad Americans. Those who didn’t support the Vietnam War were bad Americans. Women who worked or burned their bras were bad Americans. In the world of my grownups, you were either with them or against them.
Even Muhammad Ali made the shit list. In seventies kid land, Ali was 1/3 of the hero triumvirate rounded out by Evel Knievel and Fonzie. Not to my grownups, though. They hated him because he refused to go to Vietnam, yet they told me to stand up for what I believed in.
Protest and compliance — it was all very confusing. This is the duality of growing up in Generation X. During our formative years we had strong role models both for believing in our institutions and for challenging them. Some of us internalized that to mean that being a good citizen means both pledging allegiance and pointing out injustice. They aren’t mutually exclusive to us; in fact, taking the former seriously mandates the latter.
And the long shadow of Germany remained: How could they let that happen?
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I was living a quiet, normal life in a suburban tract home located in the long shadow of all of the above when the events of 9/11 occurred. I defaulted to my institutions for comfort. Public servants were heroes, pop culture assured me that Americans were resilient, and our president vowed that everything would be okay. More people turned out on my street for tricks or treats that Halloween than any year before or since. We all found comfort in our institutions, it seems.
Then things got weird. The president started talking about “evil doers” and an “axis of evil.” A new institution, the Department of Homeland Security, was founded, and they established a color-coded threat level so that we knew how afraid to be each day. We were told to buy rolls of duct tape and plastic sheeting in order to defend ourselves against terrorist attacks. Bridges were closed to auto traffic. I was kicked out of a movie theater for having a backpack due to “9/11 security concerns.” My buddy who for years used to park on the shoulder of a road in the flight path of the airport and eat his lunch while watching the planes was questioned by the police.
In airports we were guilty until proven innocent.
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The airports were where the shit really started. I was traveling quite a bit back then, and the institutional shift in American life was easy to see in airports. Each individual change seemed harmless enough — no more non-passengers at the gates, take off your shoes, keep your mouth shut, fuck your toothpaste, put your hands over your head and submit to an x-ray. Why are you looking at that Army man with the assault rifle? Keep moving, keep moving. In airports we were guilty until proven innocent, but we accepted it because 24 psychos who should have been caught with existing security measures squeaked through unnoticed. By the time all was said and done, the only civil right left in an American airport was the right to a Cinnabon.
Next we were told that we needed to send troops to Afghanistan to fight the terrorists. The Taliban were allegedly harboring Bin Laden, and by the way here is all of the other evil shit that they do. No doubt about it — the Taliban were bad guys. I trusted my institutions and believed that intervention was justified.
Then our institutions sold us on Iraq. They tried the same playbook — terrorism plus a bunch of other evil shit — but this time we weren’t so quick to bite. Many of our representatives even balked until they were shamed into support with accusations of not supporting the troops, and with assurances that the executive branch knew more than they could say and urgent intervention was necessary to protect America.
Protests broke out, but they didn’t matter. Our president repeated variations on “you’re with us or you’re with the terrorists,” no room for ambiguity. Pop culture failed us, falling into the party lines of one camp or the other. Our president was either a Hogan’s Heroes-style bumbling idiot or a flight-suited, flag pin-wearing superhero.
You’re either with us or you’re with the terrorists was the new tenor of American life. We were asked to spy on each other and report anything suspicious. Questioning anything was analogous to not supporting the troops. Tax rebate checks that nobody asked for appeared in mailboxes for no apparent reason, even though our country now had two wars to pay for.
We killed American citizens without due process, both by drone and by cop, and refused to hold anyone accountable.
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Over the next ten years I witnessed the institutions into which I’d place my trust since childhood erode. My country detained people indefinitely without due process and tortured others. We killed as many as one million people in a war that still cannot be justified. We allowed the rise of militarized police forces and an out of control security agency that monitors every electronic thing that we do. Our economy melted down in the wake of widespread corruption, and the highest court in the land played Orwellian word games like “money is speech” and “corporations are people.” We killed American citizens without due process, both by drone and by cop, and refused to hold anyone accountable.
Well, the shit has finally hit the fan. The last ten years in American life have been so egregious that the international community — the biggest nesting doll of them all — is calling for action. We’re on the wrong side of the United Nations right now, both for our police brutality and our record of torture during the Bush era. At this moment in history we are not “a shining city on a hill,” we are Germany. No, that is unfair:
“Germany is now the world’s favorite country, according to the Anholt-Gfk Nations Brand Index, which measures the image of 50 leading nations,” sayeth the USA Today.
We’re witnessing a level of activism not seen since the ’60s bled into the ’70s. From the peaceful demonstrations of “Hands Up Don’t Shoot” and #ICantBreathe, to the torching of Ferguson to whistle blowers like Snowden, to insiders like Senator Elizabeth Warren, demands for better from our institutions are blossoming. And just like when the shadow of the ’50s loomed over the ’70s, those who fight for a country that walks it like it talks it are being labeled goddamned hippies, trouble making blacks, and fucking feminists. The language might be a bit more gentle this time around, but that’s the gist.
Forgive me. I know this essay is a mess. It can’t be otherwise, because I’m a mess. The institutions that have surrounded me for nearly 50 years are crumbling faster than the roads and bridges that we refuse to fix. This isn’t a new complaint — I’ve heard variations on this my entire life — but it is one that is too acute to ignore anymore.
Loving our country is a bit like loving our children.
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Loving our country is a bit like loving our children. We must love it unconditionally, but we must correct it when it has been naughty. We don’t do this because we’re vindictive, but rather because like our children, we want our institutions to be the best that they can possibly be. Letting corporate malfeasance, fraud, torture, murder, and violations of civil rights remain unpunished is like mussing our institutions’ hair and saying, “Go on outside and play, you little ragamuffins.”
I am tiny and helpless. I love my country, and I want to see my institutions be the best that they can possibly be. I want to see the individuals who undermine those institutions held accountable for their actions. I want to believe that people are people and that corporations are corporations, and that a bill becomes a law the way that Schoolhouse Rock taught me rather than because palms were greased. I want my country to live up to its promise again.
But I don’t know what to do. I’m just an ant crawling on the steep slope of the shining hill, unable to affect change.
The long shadow cast by Germany has finally lifted. I finally understand how complete moral collapse happened there, because for the last ten years I’ve watched helplessly as it happened here.
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I can see what you’re trying to say – but comparing the problems in our country to the systematic murder of millions is so ridiculous, it overwhelms any valid points you’re trying to make.
From an outside perspective, comparing the US today to Nazi Germany look pretty ridiculous to me. Political oppression? Genocide? Conquest? These things are happening, but not in America. America is suffering from political corruption, institutional racism and bad foreign policy. Those are bad, but they are not fascism.
Indeed. Speaking from a German perspective I can say that there fascism can not be compared to anything except itself. It is considered so utterly beyond all other evils that it is in a category of its own. Even comparing Hitler and Stalin will raise eyebrows. Godwin’s law really cuts deep in countries that used to be fascist themselves. Maybe the comparison can be used in a more flippant way in the US, I don’t know. That’s why when in Germany there is talk about surveillance and police state we cite the Stasi (i.e. communist Eastern German secret police) and… Read more »
Truth. Right there.
Can’t criticize military or police or any other authority without some nationalist calling you un-patriotic. Don’t they see that opens the door to this kind of danger?
Who are these ‘nationalists’? The Nazis centralized and bureaucratized the government of Germany, but somehow the bureaucratic centralizers in this country are given a pass for their anti-democratic policies because their announced intentions sound so good and wholesome. The Nazi’s explicit party program, with its focus on economic egalitarianism, social safety nets, and a greater sense of “community” would mostly have a lot of support here among a lot of well intentioned Americans. Just as it did among well intentioned Germans.
Great Article James…
Let’s not forget putting Japanese Americans in prison camps during WWII, the McCarthy trials, Kent State, Ruby Ridge, Waco. The list goes on. Every politician, judge and LEO responsible for all of these should have been sent to a maximum security prison for violating the Bill Of Rights. I love my country, but I don’t confuse it with the idiots who run it.
Great article James because it weaves the tomes of history that we keep repeating. I was there too in the 60’s and 70’s so do know what you’re speaking of. The moral decline is in my view a result of many many reasons, too long to go into here but much of it has to do with the decline of personal responsibility and accountability, and some of that is the lawyers deflecting blame. Some of it is àlso political leadership that is transparently machiavellian in that the ends justify the means. The reasons are far more than simply racism, or… Read more »
Badass article, James!
James is definitely a guy in a black shirt who jams.