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- Nov. 12, 1990: In The Land Of Barry And The Pilots
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- TIME--The Weekly Newsmagazine--1990
- Nov. 12, 1990 Ready For War
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- <article>
- <source>Time Magazine</source>
- <hdr>
- ESSAY, Page 118
- In the Land of Barry and the Pilots
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- <body>
- <p>By Lance Morrow
- </p>
- <p> Two patients lie in the emergency room, beset by mysterious
- pains. When the doctor arrives, one patient asks, "What's wrong
- with me?" The other patient, who is an addict, pleads only, "Can
- you give me something for the pain?" The two questions come from
- different universes.
- </p>
- <p> The U.S. has got into the habit of responding to its crises
- by lurching into emergency rooms and pleading for the painkiller
- first. Some important part of the American mind has gone over
- into a territory of denial and evasion.
- </p>
- <p> Once the avoidance begins to work, the patient cares less
- about the diagnosis. Fear loses its power to instruct. Urgency
- vanishes before magic. The country glides into a toxic
- subjectivity. The eyes glaze a little, and clouds close over the
- glimpse of death. The problem will vanish, the earth will get
- well. The mind billows off to locate better memories, if it can
- (old glories, myths of its own innocence, old muscles, resources
- long since squandered, wars won when the nation was young and
- saved the world, when its virtue shone and sped by on tail
- fins). Americans con themselves with nostalgias. Was it during
- the 1980s under Ronald Reagan, the child of an alcoholic, that
- the addiction to this dreaming got out of hand?
- </p>
- <p> But the pain-killer wears off, the patient wakes. It is not
- morning in America anymore but a somewhat frayed and bloodshot
- season. American politics (shortsighted, vicious, stupid)
- plunges on. The government cannot pay its bills and goes on
- putting up the great-grandchildren as collateral. Congress and
- the President perform a dance of breathtaking fecklessness over
- the federal budget.
- </p>
- <p> This is the shape-shifting landscape of addict and
- alcoholic. The two terms mean in essence the same thing: a
- powerless dependence upon one drug or another, whether the
- chemical is legal or illegal. Here boundaries blur and melt.
- "Responsible" adults--fathers, mothers, bankers, Senators,
- solid citizens--become dangerous aliens. Their cars fly across
- the median in the middle of the night. The high began as a
- creamy indulgence and ends as a squalid necessity, a fix. The
- soul begins to die. It passes over into realms of the surreal
- and savage, into moral blackout and passivity.
- </p>
- <p> The rot in private minds eats away at public responsibility.
- Judges in separate courtrooms the other day pronounced sentence
- on Marion Barry, the mayor of Washington (six months for
- possession of cocaine, the drug that is tearing his city apart)
- and on three Northwest Airlines pilots who, while drunk one
- morning last spring, flew a Boeing 727 with 91 passengers aboard
- from Fargo, N. Dak., to Minneapolis. Mayor Barry, still running
- the addict's street con, portrayed himself as the victim of
- racial prejudice and, worse, as a man who has recovered from his
- problem and mended his ways.
- </p>
- <p> The mentality of addiction, of alcoholism, prevails in zones
- of American life even when no drugs are involved. Americans are
- addicted to television, a true enslavement, a dreary mania. When
- diversion is all, real life vanishes. Americans are addicted to
- the consumption of energy, to profligate plastics and
- convenience power in all its fuming, humming expressions--cars, motorboats, air conditioners, home appliances. They are
- addicted to credit and debt, to mobility, to high speed. The
- American addictions tend to have this in common: a hope of
- painlessness.
- </p>
- <p> But to live painlessly is to live powerlessly as well.
- Addictions, chemical and otherwise, rob people of their
- abilities. The attention grows dull and scattershot. Curiosity
- dims. A motif of escape prevails--not adventurous escape, but
- a fade into drifting blankness or, conversely, into the sort of
- agitated irrelevance that rackets around, say, in political
- campaigns whose biggest issue is flag burning.
- </p>
- <p> A people does not have to be literally drunk or drugged to
- be self-deluding, grandiose, self-destructive, improvident and
- allergic to reality. A perverse style takes up residence in the
- mind, a sort of civic dybbuk. Things go out of control (the
- mayor; the captain in the cockpit; the national debt; the
- savings and loans, once prim as small-town librarians, that went
- as crazy as the gaudiest binger).
- </p>
- <p> Every society has its obsessive traits. To name them is to
- trivialize them, of course, to neutralize folly in cliche.
- Germans are addicted to order and scatology, the French to an
- empty elegance of language, the Italians to cynicism, the Irish
- to language and self-pity, the Slavs to romantic depression.
- </p>
- <p> Fundamentalist Islam, addicted to its ruthless clarity under
- God, condemns the Great Satan of the West, with its vices, its
- drugs and pornography, its demolished families and disastrous
- morals. Perhaps there is at work in the world some law of
- compensation enforcing the principle that greater material
- blessings, as in the West, bring on commensurate miseries
- (cirrhosis and gout and custody fights and homelessness).
- </p>
- <p> In his diaries Jean Cocteau wrote, "Stupidity is always
- amazing, no matter how used to it you become." Addictions are
- usually amazing as well, and as mysterious as stupidity. The
- obsessive persists in the folly over and over again, always
- believing that this time the result will be different. In some
- sinister way, ignorance is becoming an American addiction--part of a quest for painless life. Americans have come to shoot
- ignorance like dope. Ignorance is, after all, one of the most
- powerful anesthetics. Obliviousness pulses now with a willful,
- aggressive glow--a sort of active impatience, a passion to
- escape knowing.
- </p>
- <p> Why this American addiction to the painless? The idea of the
- nation's Manifest Destiny, of its ascendant virtue and
- inevitable success, was driven in the past by the professed
- ethic of hard work and sacrifice. But somewhere the hardworking
- part of the formula got lost.
- </p>
- <p> Did the American Dream all along mean nothing more than the
- quest for painlessness? It is tragic if the dream has become a
- delusion, a mirage that, as the doctor would say, is part of the
- sickness.
- </p>
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