Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
Edgar Allan Poe
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Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
Edgar Allan Poe
In the second quarter of the twenty first century in America, nationalism is the dominant ideology that we hear about. Sometimes it’s equated with populism. Sometimes it’s broken down into identity nationalism (white nationalism, black nationalism, La Raza, etc.), there’s even religious nationalism out there.
But where does that leave us civic nationalists? And is it just one thing? Or are there multiple definitions and multiple groups using the term differently? Well, there probably are. And I’ve never done a deep dive of exactly what I believe the definition of an American is. And that’s probably because other than finding it by accident and naming it after one of us, Italians aren’t really the primary architects of Americanism.
The Brits started this show. They came over at Jamestown and Plymouth Rock and they fought the Indians and fought the French and finally fought the British to make it America. And they fought some more Brits and the Spanish and the Mexicans and even the Canadians(!) to make this a world power.
Eventually they brought in the Irish and the Germans and the Scandinavians to work in the steel works and the coal mines and build the railroads. And to fight the Civil War. And since they look closely enough like Brits no one cared after a couple of generations.
But when the Italians and the other Southern and Eastern Europeans showed up, they were different enough that everyone could spot them and grumble about “those durn foreigners.” So, it took them four generations to be accepted in the club. Well, what can you do? People are suspicious of what they don’t recognize as their own.
Well, okay, so now I guess, I’m kind of, part of, the club (sorta kinda). Maybe not to everybody’s liking but at this late state in the American Empire most of the people who have been here for only a couple of generations would think I’m as American as the Fourth of July. And I am. The descendants of the Brits in New England don’t believe in this thing called nationalism. They’re globalists. They think loading up America with people who don’t speak English and don’t want to be American is okay. In fact, better than okay. They want to eliminate the idea of America because they’re ashamed of their history and want to destroy the country they live in. So here I am a fifth generation Italian American stuck with trying to wave the flag for the people who still believe in this project.
Of course, I’m also hemmed in on the other side by the real descendants of the Brits who haven’t turned globalist. The good old boys consider anyone whose people haven’t been here for three hundred plus years to be Johnny-come-latelies. And maybe they’re right. But honestly, I don’t imagine it makes any difference. Unsorting the ethnic grab bag that this country has become doesn’t seem to be a realistic project.
But what then is civic nationalism to me? Well, part of it is having an identity tied to the American project as it has emerged over the long history of this country. That means embracing Jamestown and Plymouth Rock. It also means embracing the expansion westward with all the cruelty and pain that meant for the settlers and the Indians. It means embracing all those people who built the country and fought its wars and allowing for their descendants to have a claim to being called Americans as long as they agree to become Americans. They have to stand up during the Star-Spangled Banner at baseball games and put their hands over their hearts and sing the song. They have to have cookouts on the Fourth of July and watch the fireworks. And they can’t ally themselves with the globalists who bad-mouth George Washington and Thomas Jefferson (and especially not Christopher Columbus!) and say that America is a racist country and all that other jazz that the leftists are always spouting. And it means respecting the laws and especially the laws we have for coming here. Specifically, we have to abolish the notion that just being a human being gives anyone the automatic right to come to America and be an American. We get to invite or not invite who we want or don’t want. It’s an exclusive club and it should be thought of as a great honor to be allowed in.
So that’s my idea of civic nationalism. Americans respect their heritage and respect the laws and customs of this land and don’t trample on the rights of other Americans. And we give our allegiance to this country and not the places that our ancestors came from. That’s it.
The agricultural population, says Cato, produces the bravest men, the most valiant soldiers, and a class of citizens the least given of all to evil designs.
Pliny the Elder
Okay, a break from the political stuff today. Camera Girl and I took a day off (sort of). There was an antique car show to go to and used that as an excuse to gallivant around and eat some bad food and visit some of our old stomping grounds.
When we got to the car show there were only two cars there; an ancient VW micro-bus and a not-so exciting 1980’s Chrysler of some sort. We asked someone at a nearby business and they explained that the show builds up over time and if we came back in a couple of hours it would be much more substantial.
Okay.
There’s an old-fashioned food stand that’s only open in the summer. It serves burgers, foot-long dogs, fries, fried onions and fried fish. Many years ago, some of our kids worked there in the summers. Well, suffice it to say, this isn’t exactly health food. But, so what? We were out and about and foot-long hot dogs with mustard and relish was exactly what I wanted. The batter fried onions were questionable from my perspective but I followed Camera Girl’s lead on that front. Well, no major gastroenterological damage was noted after this meal so we proceeded back to ground zero.
And, voila! Classic cars from the 1940s, 50s, 60s, 70s and beyond. And as a background for this automotive time machine was a loudspeaker blasting out the doowop hits of 1960 – 1963. Of course, I was in kindergarten at that point but I of course recognize and enjoy these golden oldies. If only I had my leather jacket and enough hair to sport a DA and if Camera Girl had been wearing her pink sweater and poodle skirt we could have danced the afternoon away. Well, that is if I could dance. But no, I settled for a few off-key falsetto notes to “Why Do Fool Fall in Love?” and left it at that.
Well, I put my 10mm Voigtlander super-duper wide-angle lens on my Sony A7IV and clicked away for an hour or so. But then I was reminded that this show comes back every week so we left and headed home for a few more photos around the yard. So far this year there haven’t been many prime butterflies. Mostly only the medium sized ones, Fritillaries and Painted Ladies and such.
But as I walked around, I ran into a Monarch and I chased it around in circles for a quarter of an hour. It was incredibly skittish and I was aggravated by its evasiveness. Finally, I had enough and put my camera away and sure enough as soon as I did, that darned thing calmed down and almost seemed to be following me around, hanging at my elbow. This ticked me off so I waved my arms and ran after it and chased it away. Anyone watching would have assumed I was a hopeless idiot. And come to think of it there may be something in that.
But all in all, a very enjoyable day out with the missus. July in New England really is a pretty great time of the year. Too bad it ends so quickly. But all good things must.
The world, and whatever that be which we call the heavens, by the vault of which all things are enclosed, we must conceive to be a deity, to be eternal, without bounds, neither created nor subject at any time to destruction. To inquire what is beyond it is no concern of man; nor can the human mind form any conjecture concerning it.
Pliny the Elder
Pompous News Anchor: And to round out the PBS News Hour once again we go to the peerless analysis of Books and Capon. Good evening gentlemen. David what effect will this recission bill have on our operation here at PBS?
David Books: Well, I think I know. Today I received an email from upper management that stated, “Due to cutbacks in the federal funding we will have to let go half of Books and Capon.
Jonathan Capon: What? I didn’t receive that e-mail.
David Books: Yes, they said because my name starts with a “B” and yours starts with a “C” I get preference and could decide who gets the boot.
Jonathan Capon: What? Why that’s obvious racism and homophobia too.
David Books: Well, that’s not necessarily true. I act pretty gay too!
Jonathan Capon: Yeah, well that’s just because you’re Canadian. Everybody knows you have a wife and kids.
David Books: That’s a deeply anti-trans stereotype. Why couldn’t Jenny be a trans-man? Which would make me gay!
Jonathan Capon: Oh, give it a rest. Look, we can’t let management cave to the Trump defunding. We must convince them that the nation is crying out for more Books and Capon. How can the network serve Books without Capon? It’s unheard of. People want their Capon.
Pompous News Anchor: Gentlemen, please show more decorum. The bigger picture here is that we serve the American public and if some sacrifices must be made then we need to show America that we serve them selflessly.
David Books: Oh yeah? Well, I happened to hear that your slot is being given to the blonde from Fox News that’s sleeping with the station manager. So put that in your pipe and smoke it, Haircut!
Pompous News Anchor: Why that lying sack of ****! I covered for him at the office party so his wife wouldn’t find out he was in the penthouse “doing inventory” with blondie! That’s it. I’ll be sending a couple of videos to his home as soon as I get off this stage. I think I’ll deliver them in a PBS tote bag that won’t cost him a cent in donations!
Jonathan Capon: Oh, this is awful. How could America do this to us? We’ve spent the last fifty years providing Americans with all the feedback they needed to change into the kind of people that we don’t hate. We told them that they were racists. Then we told them that they were misogynists. Then we told them that they were homophobes and now we’ve told them that they’re transphobes. Without our help they wouldn’t have known all the reasons why we hate them so much. What else did they want from us?
David Books: Well, as it turns out they wanted us to shut up. They didn’t like any of those opinions and apparently the establishment Republicans have been lying to us all these years when they said we were making friends and influencing people with our “helpful comments.” In fact, the pollsters have been lying to us too. It turns out this really is a center-right country and the Left doesn’t have enough viewers to pay for public television. So, Capon you’re gonna have to hit the road.
Jonathan Capon: But how will I earn a living?
David Brooks: Drag Queen Story Hour?
Jonathan Capon: Well, it does have the word hour in it.
A bad bargain is always a ground for repentance.
Pliny the Elder