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© Merle Harton, Jr. | About | XML/RSS ![]() Wednesday, December 14, 2005
Maybe this means Rumsfeld will now have to resign. I'm sure I won't be the only one to see the significance of Mr Bush's glowing endorsement of Defense Secretary Donald Rumsfeld today: "He's done a heck of a job," the President said, drawing the obvious comparison to former director of FEMA, Michael "You're doing a heck of a job" Brown.1 As for his unsolicited comment about Dick Cheney ("my respect for him has grown immensely"), I think that this is actually code for "if I waver in my public support for the vice president, he will have me rendered to North Africa and tortured." 1. See Reuters, December 14, 2005. When Bush uses the "heck-of-a-job" phrase, isn't that the equivalent of the evil eye? ![]() Monday, December 12, 2005
Pinter's complaint. As far as denunciations go, Harold Pinter's Nobel lecture on Thursday immediately made it onto my top-ten list of literary performances. It was a great pugilist's take-down: more like a competent right hook than a coldcock. But to what purpose? I mean, I get the impression that his rapt audience was the choir as he spoke his videotaped acceptance speech. Maybe history will be his listener, too, if he's not rewritten out of it. As a citizen, as a human being, Pinter did at least what each of us ought to do in the face of a "brutal, indifferent, scornful and ruthless" government. He spoke truth against it. "Truth in drama is forever elusive. You never quite find it but the search for it is compulsive. The search is clearly what drives the endeavour. The search is your task. More often than not you stumble upon the truth in the dark, colliding with it or just glimpsing an image or a shape which seems to correspond to the truth, often without realising that you have done so. But the real truth is that there never is any such thing as one truth to be found in dramatic art. There are many. These truths challenge each other, recoil from each other, reflect each other, ignore each other, tease each other, are blind to each other. Sometimes you feel you have the truth of a moment in your hand, then it slips through your fingers and is lost."2 As a citizen, as a nonartist, the truth can't be treated in this way, for that's against the rulesthe rules of logic, of linguistic structure, of meaning. Without this, common sense is extinguished and we no longer have a frame of reference and the artist is left with nothing to translate, or his translation becomes gibberish. As expressed in politics, language and its truth are manipulated differently. Says Pinter: "Political language, as used by politicians, does not venture into any of this territory since the majority of politicians, on the evidence available to us, are interested not in truth but in power and in the maintenance of that power. To maintain that power it is essential that people remain in ignorance, that they live in ignorance of the truth, even the truth of their own lives. What surrounds us therefore is a vast tapestry of lies, upon which we feed."3 What is true, for the Bush administration, is "something entirely different," blending its version of America into what Pinter says is "without doubt the greatest show on the road": "Brutal, indifferent, scornful and ruthless it may be but it is also very clever. As a salesman it is out on its own and its most saleable commodity is self love. It's a winner. Listen to all American presidents on television say the words, 'the American people', as in the sentence, 'I say to the American people it is time to pray and to defend the rights of the American people and I ask the American people to trust their president in the action he is about to take on behalf of the American people.'"4 Language is used to lull Americans on "a truly voluptuous cushion of reassurance," while at the same time removing intelligence and all critical faculties from life support. But this is language that does not convey what is true, or even what is false, but what will elicit allegiance and vigilant patriotism, wherein even the attempt to speak out against this abuse of language is a form of treason. "The ongoing difficulties faced by Fallujans are so great that words fail to properly express it." Words from a cleric in Fallujah as he tried to explain the litany of ills that continue to afflict his city one year after the US-led assault took place. "All the men in the mosque were from my neighborhood. They were not terrorists." Words from a young man who said he left a room of men either injured or homeless thirty minutes before the raid on his mosque, the same mosque shown in the now-famous videotape of an American soldier shooting unarmed men lying on the mosque floor. "There haven't been any funds for home reconstruction available since the change in Iraqi government last January." The words of a civic leader from Fallujah as he showed CPTers the still-devastated areas of his city. There are no words. A city that has been demonized by Americans and many Iraqis, using the words "the city of terrorists." A city that its residents call "the city of mosques." A city that even its residents have to enter at checkpoints, often taking up to an hour to traverse. A city that is being choked to death economically by those same checkpoints.5 Amid the juxtaposition of suspicions and confirmations about "extraordinary renditions," tortures that we do, but do not do, and charges of treason if we speak against our elected government, we ought to find ourselves deafened by the din of words that now fight each other, no longer confident that our language is used to speak what is true, or even that truth is still a desired outcome of communication. We can't get hear the truth over the noise of this new battlefield. 1. Pinter said this in his program note for The Caretaker. See "In His Own Words," American Repertory Theatre, for the wider context. ![]() |
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