We have reached the point that the idea of liberty, an idea relatively recent and new, is already in the process of fading from our consciences and our standards of morality, the point that neoliberal globalization is in the process of assuming its opposite: that of a global police state, of a terror of security. Deregulation has ended in maximum security, in a level of restriction and constraint equivalent to that found in fundamentalist societies.
–Jean Baudrillard, “L’Esprit du Terrorisme,”
reprinted in Harper’s Magazine, February 2002
Sorry to have missed my column deadline. I got delayed at the airport. I was intending to write about the progress of the war on war. I wanted to write about how similar are the wars of words being used in the war on terrorism, the war on crime, the war on drugs, the war on poverty, the war on illiteracy and the war on hunger. I had intended to explore the ramifications of terms like “axis of evil,” “triumvirate of terror,” “parasites” and the concept of “taking no prisoners” (just detainees).
If I hadn’t been delayed, I meant to talk about the war stories we’re telling ourselves. That the Geneva Conventions aren’t such a big thing. There’s just no time for Miranda rights. Civil rights are just not needed. Got to break a few rules to enforce the law.
I was thinking that maybe I am just behind the times. While I wasn’t looking, we moved on to less law, more New World Order. It’s sort of a military order, as it turns out. It’s a religious order too, what with our taxes becoming tithes for Faith Based Initiatives, Soldiers of Fortune and born-again Armies of Compassion.
But order it is, and you’ve got to admit, an ordered society is a nice and tidy one. Enemies are secretly and sanitarily disposed of. The media are controlled to provide only uplifting images of clean conquest and happy, grateful multitudes. Noisy protesters are swept into neat piles, like leaves. The government encourages village snoops and urban gossips to volunteer their infinite time and darkest thoughts as a way of keeping the rest of us in line. And I don’t know much about Afghanistan’s Hamid Karzai, but you’ve got to say this for him: that bias-cut green silk tunic worn over relaxed-fit, wool/linen blend trousers has become “le must” of the fashion world. No wonder Bush is up for that Nobel Peace Prize.
Anyway, that’s what I was going to write about, but I didn’t have time because I had to take a flight to Philadelphia and I was late because the old man who lives on the next block put his head in my car window as I was about to drive off and he wouldn’t remove it while he told me all about how he’s our new neighborhood volunteer-for-victory monitor or some such, and he wanted to take an inventory right there and then of any supplies I might have in my house that would be useful in case of national emergency. Any gas masks? Generators? Cell phones? Cudgels? Axes? Prescription drugs?