Bitter
When I die I don't want no part of HeavenI would not do Heaven's work wellI pray the Devil comes and takes meTo stand in the fiery furnaces of Hell-"Youngstown"
Yeah point blank, you've been twisted up till you've become just another part of itPoint blank, you're walkin' in the sightsPoint blank, livin' one false move just one false move awayPoint blank, they caught you in their sightsPoint blank, did you forget how to love, girl, did you forget how to fight?Point blank they must have shot you in the headCause point blank bang bang baby you're dead.-"Point Blank"
Well I called up Dirty Annie on the telephoneI took her out to the drive-in just to get her aloneI found a lover's rendezvous, the music low, set to park-"You Can Look (But You Better Not Touch)"
At the moment, critics have tried to diminish Senator Obama through the exaggeration of certain of his comments and relationships. While these matters are worthy of some discussion, they have been ripped out of the context and fabric of the man's life and vision....
Now, here's the interesting thing that the Slate piece highlights: Springsteen is often considered a voice of the working class. There's been a little debate among music critics over whether Springsteen's fanbase is really that blue-collar, or if he just appeals to intellectual liberal types like me who maybe just think they understand the working man. But let's just assume that Springsteen's record sales aren't the sales of someone who only appeals to the intellectual elites and that Springsteen does tap into something of the American experience for a wide range of backgrounds (I happen to think this is true); assuming that, would you say that Springsteen has written some "bitter" songs about the American experience?
Bitter? Sometimes. And hopeful, sometimes, too.
There are Americans who have good reason to be bitter, you know? That's the thing. And Springsteen has often articulated that and that's been a major part of his success and his brilliance as a lyricist.
One of the things that troubles me about my country is that we've reached this point where we're supposed to lie. A similar thing came up with Michelle Obama's somehow infamous "proud of her country" comment. It still doesn't strike me as controversial. I'm ashamed of the way my country imported human beings as chattel until the Civil War, I'm ashamed of the way we treated Native Americans since we got here, I'm ashamed that we turned away Eastern European Jewish immigrants in the 1920s and 1930s, I'm ashamed that we bombed Cambodia in the early 1970s, I'm ashamed that we torture prisoners of war right now. I'm ashamed that somebody had to write a song like "Strange Fruit" or a song like "Ohio." I'm ashamed that we interned Japanese-Americans during WWII and arrested Americans who marched for voting rights in the 1950s and 1960s. I'm ashamed that the President of the United States in 1914 decided Mexico was his backyard and the President in 1973 was a lying crook and the President in 2008 thinks he has a magical extralegal power under a "unitary executive" theory that has no basis in the understanding of Constitutional law that has prevailed in this country from 1803 (the year Marbury v. Madison was decided) up to 2001. I'm ashamed that this country will impeach a President for getting blow jobs and then name every fucking airport in the United States after another who illegally traded arms for hostages and criminally authorized secret wars in Latin America. Sometimes, sometimes I'm proud of my nation's Constitution, ambition, success, ingenuity and resilience--and sometimes I'm ashamed when we fail to live up to those mighty standards.
But to acknowledge those things is treated like an act of suicide, of treason, of cowardice. No, no--we must not say that any American is bitter or betrayed or ashamed. Everything is fine, boss, going to get some water, boss, I wasn't complaining, I was just digging, boss. Everything is just peachy, and damn anyone who doesn't agree.
We need, we really, really need to admit that there are a lot of things we've failed to do, and other things we keep failing to do. Not for the recriminations or to wallow in our guilt over our sins of commission and omission, but because we will never get our feet clear of those things if we don't step up and acknowledge they're there. Yes, some of us are bitter, and some of us have found it hard to feel pride in the country we love. Are we going to keep hiding, or are we going to do something about it?
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Sometimes I think my relationship with the U.S. is one of a parent toward a recalescent child.
I have unconditional love for my child, but I'm not blind, and it pains me when I see her make poor choices and compromise herself.
Seeing her mistakes doesn't mean I love her less, but if she's to grow up into a mature, contributing member of society, I have to recognize her mistakes, and make her recognize them, too.
Otherwise, where does change come from?
Okay, I think I've stretched that analogy as far as I can...
Janiece pointed this post out earlier in the week.
I think you really raise an excellent point, which (bear with me) might be described as "What, doesn't anybody read Shakespeare's King Lear anymore? As I'm sure all of you will remember, the play begins with Lear divvying up his kingdom to his three daughters. But being a bit of a douche, he makes them kiss his ass first. Two of his kids, Goneril and Regan are suck-ups; Cordelia, however is pretty frank with Papa. So Goneril and Regan get the kingdom and Cordelia gets disinherited and exiled. Goneril and Regan end up stripping their old man of his retinue and his pride and then dump his ass out in the rain; Cordelia brings home an army whose sole mission is Saving Daddy's Bacon. Sometimes the people who love us are honest with us, would be the whole point. But these days, be a loving son or daughter like Cordelia, and all the Gonerils and Regans will accuse you of hiding terrorists in your basement, closets and attic.
(Oh, and also Janeice, I'm sorry because (see next paragrab*)):
Vince: I've been sporadic and erratic in blog-tracking this week. Thank you for pointing out that I missed Janeice's entry (I'll go take a gander) and for the ABW entry you linked to, which was excellent.
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