Noonan the neocon nixes abstract notion of nationhood

The neocons are collapsing (or should I say they’re apocalypsing) all around us! They’re turning against their own ideology, even as they refuse to admit that they’ve been relentlessly pushing that ideology on us for the last 20 or 30 years. First, see what Peggy Noonan was saying (as reported by Jim Kalb at VFR) in June 2002:

…[T]he essence of American patriotism is a felt and spoken love for and fidelity to the ideas and ideals our country represents and was invented to advance— freedom, equality, pluralism. “We hold these truths…” The word Homeland suggests another kind of patriotism—a vaguely European sort. “We have the best Alps, the most elegant language; we make the best cheese, had the bravest generals.” It summons images of men in spiked helmets lobbing pitchers of beer at outsiders during Oktoberfest.

When you say you love America, you’re not saying our mud is better than the other guy’s mud.

In other words, normal, traditional, non-ideological love of country is “mud.” The only legitimate patriotism is a love of universalist ideas. Did anyone ever show such disdain for normal people and normal patriotism?

Now see what Noonan says today:

The other possibility is that the administration’s slow and ambivalent action [on illegal immigration] is the result of being lost in some geopolitical-globalist abstract-athon that has left them puffed with the rightness of their superior knowledge, sure in their membership in a higher brotherhood, and looking down on the low concerns of normal Americans living in America.

The reader who sent the article to me comments: “Oh, the irony of this, from Noonan, who has been looking down on the low concerns of normal Americans for years!”

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Chris writes:

One weird thing about the dismissal of normal patriotism as “love of mud” is that most of our patriotic songs appeal to exactly that, particularly the way our country’s vastness, unspoiled beauty, and diversity mimic its appeal to pioneering spirits, productive work, lack of restraints on individual talent, and our historical freedoms. For people that talk often of a “civic religion” of American patriotism, the neoconservatives seem awfully narrow and selective in their memories of our actual, historically-received patriotic symbols and rituals. [LA adds: This reminds me of how Irving Kristol and Gertrude Himmelfarb complacently told an interviewer how they had lived for 10 years in an apartment directly across from Central Park and had never gone for a walk in the Park—there’s an awful lot of “mud” in that Park.]

Consider the opening stanzas of America the Beautiful:

O beautiful for spacious skies,
For amber waves of grain,
For purple mountain majesties
Above the fruited plain!
America! America!
God shed his grace on thee
And crown thy good with brotherhood
From sea to shining sea!

Or America:

My country, ‘tis of Thee,
Sweet Land of Liberty
Of thee I sing;
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountain side
Let Freedom ring.
My native country, thee,
Land of the noble free,
Thy name I love;
I love thy rocks and rills,
Thy woods and templed hills,
My heart with rapture thrills
Like that above.
Let music swell the breeze,
And ring from all the trees
Sweet Freedom’s song;
Let mortal tongues awake;
Let all that breathe partake;
Let rocks their silence break,
The sound prolong.

Or consider the chorus of This Land is Your Land

This land is your land, this land is my land
From California, to the New York Island
From the redwood forest, to the gulf stream waters
This land was made for you and me
As I was walking a ribbon of highway
I saw above me an endless skyway
I saw below me a golden valley
This land was made for you and me

I thank Chris for making clear to us what Noonan really meant by mud: she meant the physical being of a country, of our country. For Noonan, spacious skies, amber waves of grain, purple mountain majesties, fruited plains, land where our fathers died, land of the pilgrims’ pride, every mountain side, America’s name that we love, her rocks and rills, her woods and templed hills, the redwood forest, the gulf stream waters, the ribbon of highway, the endless skyway, the golden valley—if we care for any of these things, if they make us love our land more than other lands, then it’s all contemptible mud.

And it makes sense, doesn’ it? Just as neocons regard as evil and racist any value attached to the physical reality of a distinct people, they regard as primitive and chauvinistic any value attached to the physical being of a particular country.


Posted by Lawrence Auster at May 18, 2006 10:45 AM | Send
    


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