Any politics that fails to understand the
rise of the right as an extension of the past, rather than its
inversion, is both deeply flawed and dangerous.
I tried to understand Mink. Identify with
him - not possible. But at least understand him. He’s a Snopes,
and anyone who’s read William Faulkner knows of the Snopes.
It’s difficult not to prejudge the Snopes, but Mink Snopes
captures the reader’s attention, depending on the reader’s
identity.
Mink was a Mississippian tenant farmer, a
survivor of the Civil War, only to discover himself among the
Defeated.
Living in the north, during the Clinton era, I’m witness to the
defeated being
arrested and handcuffed and shipped off to the northern boondocks,
some newly cemented warehouses, lined with steel cages.
Mink, with wife and two children, isn’t
likable; he looks similar to his villainous cousin, Flem Snopes,
which is saying he looks as cold as ice. Only Flem’s one of the
wealthiest men in all of Yoknapatawpha County. But neither are
innocent. As I read Mink’s narrative, I’m aware of how
much he despises blacks - just as much as Flem. But then, this is
Frenchmen’s Bend - poor and white. It’s the South just
after the Civil War.
I could understand why Mink murders his
boss, the powerful and wealthy ranger, Jack Houston, who wielded
power over Mink and his family. There was nothing about Houston that
exemplified justice. There was nothing just about the powerful
abusing power - charging Mink everything when Mink’s cow
accidentally stepped onto Houston’s land. So he, Mink, fired
the gun he hadn’t fired in four years. “What he would
have liked to so would be to leave a printed placard on the breast
itself: ‘This is what
happens to the men who impound Mink Snopes’s cattle,’
with his name to it.”
I could see Jack Houston. I’ve seen
plenty of Jack Houstons: neighbors, colleagues, politicians.
Presidents, too.
I see Mink, too.
Something is identifiable in his story,
and it’s suffering. For what it’s worth. The injustice
inherent in the economic ordering of humanity into classes, and the
accompanying racial ideology of white supremacy that further
categorizes human beings into “races,” is the controlling
narrative overall that necessitates an overhaul of the violence and a
new way of being among other living beings in this world. However
optimistic I try to be about the future, I can’t help but be
aware, as I read Mink’s story of how he and his community in
Frenchmen’s Bend have opted not just to live in the past,
riding along side Robert E. Lee, the “greatest” US
general ever, according to the current US president, Donald Trump,
but to be corralled by the past. And if unable to free themselves
from what is a hopeless cause, why would we expect Mink and his
community to think about what justice might look like - except for
that “justice” executed from the barrel of a gun?
There shouldn’t be either a Jack
Houston or a Mink Snopes, let alone Flem Snopes - but for the
misguided belief in racial superiority.
Mink is captured and eventually sent to
Parchman Prison where, for 38 years, he waits on the powerful and
wealthy cousin, Flem, to recognize him as family - and Family.
Not a Negro, for heaven sake. Not a Negro. But his savior never
arrives.
The final scene takes place at Flem’s
mansion. Mink escapes the confines of prison only to arrive at a
confrontation with his cousin.
“‘Look at me, Flem.’”
And Flem does. “‘Look at me, Flem,’” and
powerful and wealthy lays eyes on his kinsman, writes Faulkner, and
Mink fires his gun at a representative of everything that “had
lied to him.” Everything that had betrayed him.
In the end, no one wins. And the War
continues.
I didn’t pay much attention to
Donald Trump when he was a real estate man. I remember a clownish
person on television, on some program called The
Apprentice, where he pointed a
finger at someone and said, “You’re fired!” A
semi-entertainer.
Then came 2016 when I read how he
insisted that the falsely accused black men, tagged the Central Park
Five, charged and imprisoned for the brutal beating and rape of a
white woman jogger, were as guilty as they come! In 2002, convictions
against the men were vacated, charges dropped, yet for Trump, the men
were down-right evil men! String
them up!
Oh, that’s Donald Trump, I remember
thinking. Then there were those towering phallic symbols, Trump
Towers, defacing the urban landscape with the arrogant machismo of
the filthy rich.
There was Barack Obama never born on US
soil. He must have been born in one of those “shithole”
countries, for sure.
Women can be grabbed by the p---y because
they let you!
Fake news is ubiquitous, except on Fox
News where “presidential
adviser,” Sean Hannity, converses by phone with the president
about the temperature of country, and neither of the two understands
why a presidential briefing is prepared by the Intelligence
community.
And yes, there’s a matter of
obstructing justice. The President of the United States obstructing
justice.
In the New
Yorker, April 25, 2019 issue,
staff writer, Adam Gopnik, argues in favor of impeaching Donald
Trump. The Mueller Report shows, he writes, “that Donald Trump
has contempt not just for the rule of law but for the idea
of law.” Gopnik
continues, we’re dealing with “a man who rose to power
knowing only loyalty and subservience as a perceptible, institutional
attitude; a man who, according to the Mueller Report asked the White
House counsel to ‘do crazy shit’ and then asked him to
lie about it; a man who repeatedly tried to obstruct not just an
investigation into what he or his campaign might have done but the
whole idea of
an investigation into Russian interference in the 2016 campaign.”
There are rules! There is the
Constitution!
“What is at stake,” writes
Gopnik, are those rules that are “meant to insure objective
judgment and fair dealing no matter who the subject may be or how you
feel about his or her conduct.”
This is about the Constitution and not
politics.
“If we could conclude,” the
Report says, “that the President was exonerated of the charge
of obstruction, we would say so, but we can’t.” We can’t
put aside the strong possibility that the President of the United
States obstructed justice. But I can imagine how the spectacle of
impeachment hearings could feed into Trump’s paranoia. Trump
recognizes himself as under attack now, so he’ll make himself a
martyr for under the lights and before the cameras. Show time!
On April 30, 2019, the Washington
Post revealed that Mueller is
suggesting actual obstruction of justice. There’s a letter from
Special Counsel Robert Mueller!
The Attorney General’s four-page
excuse-the-president-summary of the Mueller Report so upset Mueller
that he responded immediately in writing to William Barr, yet another
Trump stooge. The special counsel even phoned the man, basically say,
well: What the hell - exonerate
Trump! No! I said no such thing! I leave it to Congress!
Maybe Congress should at least inquire
into whether or not to impeach Donald Trump?
As for politics, others argue for letting
the people decide at the ballot box in 2020. If allowed, that is. If
hundreds of names aren’t removed from voting lists or polls
aren’t placed at inconvenient locations so as to deter voting
altogether. But that’s another matter. Let’s pretend for
the moment that every American who wants to vote will be able to
vote, with no problems whatsoever. And they vote to toss Trump out of
office, then, for Joe Lockhart, this would be good for “politics,”
a sound, if not “fundamental realignment of American politics.”
In “There’s a Bigger Prize
than Impeachment” (New
York Times, Apr 22, 2019),
Lockhart argues that if we allow Trump to continue on his way to
destroying the Republican Party, which is increasingly becoming
identified with Trumpism, then his fall at the ballot box is assured.
Americans will have had enough Trump and company.
It’s a “dream scenario”
for Democrats who’ll watch in the light of day as Trump in
office cements “Trumpism’s hold on the Republican Party.”
Wait it out! Wait and see if Trump
becomes completely unhinged and pursues the end of more social
services, including Medicare and Medicaid. Wait some more to witness
another set of vigilantes with guns and the entitlement of white
supremacy pursue with intent to do violence against migrants, women
and children seeking safety and compassion from this Christian
nation. Wait to see if the government is shut down against because
“the wall” hasn’t been built. Wait to witness
another police shooting of an unarmed black man or woman. Or child.
More suffering is on America’s
agenda, regardless of which party finally acts to impeach or wait and
see.
When will this nation actually decide to
zero in on the root cause of all this violence: mass shootings and
police shootings; oil drilling and tar sands exploration; wars for
control of the pipelines and cash flow; the rise of billionaires and
the expansion of the wealth gap between those at the very top and
those at the very bottom; and yes, presidential obstruction of
government?
When will we learn how to recognize and
confront distractions while maintaining our goal to eradicate
injustice?
Congress in Washington or the People at
the ballot box? Stand up for the rule of law (the Constitution) or
engage in the play of politics?
We are not Trump, no more than we are
Mink. Not that these are aberrations of humanity. Dreams of amassing
huge fortunes on the high seas in ships headed for Africa are no
aberration of humanity. And although there’s plenty of
suffering to go around, thanks to capitalism and the racial ordering
of the “superior” and “inferior,” in the end,
the Trumps and cousins the Minks are not saviors of anything
beneficial to the continuation of humanity. Their collective vision
is but perceived enemies centered in the crosshairs of their rifles.
Despite this population, life goes on! It
must! We must stay focused on the transformation of the either/or
scenario that brings us here every election cycle, always having to
decide between the lesser of the two evils. As if we have a choice.
We don’t.
We must take control of the narrative for
once and get beyond this madness.
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