As a retired
American Lit professor enjoying his retirement in Weimar, Germany, I
begin everyday but Sunday reading “The International
Herald-Tribune” in the great Anna Amalia research library, a five
minute hike from my third floor flat in a 1782 villa at Seifengasse
10, down the street from Goethe’s last residence at No. 1.
I
inevitably begin by reading Paul Krugman, whose openness to evidence
and clarity of exposition please this one time English professor. And
I always guard my balance by then reading David Brook’s take on our
value system. With less and less assent. Today’s essay (June
16-17, 2012), “Which model to buy?”, a tout of Yuval Levin’s
“Our Age of Anxiety” in The Weekly Standard is an wholly
unconvincing analysis of the threatening collapse of our economy. Let
me describe my analysis, beginning with the false dawn of Ronald
Reagan’s “Morning in America”.
This B actor was once head of his Hollywood union. Joe McCarthy’s Commie busting turned him around. He became a slick TV flack for GE whose product was progress. His Santa Barbara estate was his reward for jettisoning the emerging middle class. And his first presidential action was to abolish the flight controller’s union. Soon after he was advising manufacturers to offshore their production, Mexico first and the China and other Asian countries. They learned as well to offshore their profits, so that the now famous 1% got richer and richer while the new middle class gradually disappeared.
I remember in the
1950’s as I worked summers in Detroit factories for tuition money
for a doctorate (my GI Bill as a Navy aviation radar technician 2c
had run out) that middle aged workers were buying summer cottages up
North. My Hamtramck middle school teaching mother could afford
Birchloft, on a bluff overlooking Lake Huron, south of Tawas: $800
for a 50 foot lot, $783 for a two story three bedroom cottage.
Reagan’s maneuvers against unions killed all that, savaging the new
middle class into the economic basement they had just abandoned.
Then came the smug
“C-“Yalie Bush 43, the first amoral moron to be president.
Amoral? Consider his CV and his impunity from punishment, as the USA
became the incarceration capital of the world—with jails reserved
for the black and the poor. “Equality and Justice for All?” DUI
indictments ignored.
After we invested a million to make him a pilot
for the Champagne Squadron, so-called because it was an upper class
dodge from Vietnam service, he went AWOL to help a friend run for office
in Alabama. With impunity. He was a flop as a businessman, but not as
a felon who committed insider trading in his last failure, with SEC
tapping him softly on the wrist, as he left that business with loot
enough to become a baseball millionaire, the stadium paid for by the
City of Arlington. And yes the ranch outside Crawford, and two terms
as Governor of Texas.
Then the Supreme Court began its sly, slow motion coup, s/electing him president in 2000, arrogantly goreing our electoral process with impunity. Bush’s “missions unaccomplished” in the Middle East as well as his tax breaks for the already rich accelerated the deficits the right wing attributes to Medicare and fat pensions. The five right wing Roman Catholic Justices who mystiphysically argued in “Citizens United” that rich corporations were “persons” completed the political corruption that had diminished the Congress since Reagan into a dysfunctional rubber stamp.
I am astonished that
the canny Brooks has never once explained how the infantilization of
our media and a playpen educational system have precluded
amelioration. When the likes of Rush Limbaugh can describe his
mishmash as “Excellence in Broadcasting” without being mocked off
the air shows you how cynical our power class is about the truth—so
long as the money keeps pouring in. They think only in fiscal
quarters not in future maturity.
When Brooks stops talking like a
local Chamber of Commerce hack, I will begin to take his counsel
seriously. As is, he is just a bit more literate Bush 43, a disgrace
to democracy.
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