By Quin Hillyer
Monday, May 25, 2015
Some of us now struggle to recognize the culture we live
in. We are profoundly baffled and greatly disturbed by what seems like a
complete inversion of values.
The zeitgeist looks at actions that to us seem utterly
unremarkable and treats them as major social sins or even illegalities. Yet
when other actions strike us as jaw-droppingly outrageous or corrupt, the
larger culture shrugs without concern.
If nearly half the culture acts and believes in ways that
are alien to us, but they are backed by the establishment media hordes, then we
in the other half feel utterly adrift — or, as the Robert Heinlein title put
it, strangers in a strange land.
Take, for example, the burgeoning controversies
surrounding Hillary Clinton, which may finally be gaining a little traction in
public consciousness — though the traction may be fleeting. What seems alien to
us is that these scandals should be stampeding their way through every newscast
and every front page of every newspaper, every day. Indeed, by rights, we
should see one aspect of the many interlaced Hillary controversies as perhaps
the biggest scandal in American governmental history.
Think about it. What’s the bigger story, the one that
involves the more venal behavior while potentially harming the lives of more
Americans: 1) a few goobers rifling through the office of the opposing
political party and then having the president’s men try to cover up the petty
hanky-panky; or 2) a former president and husband of the then-current secretary
of state making hundreds of thousands of
dollars while the couple’s foundation gets millions, in a deal approved by the
former first lady’s own State Department, which results in about half of this
nation’s uranium falling under the effective control of the proto-fascist,
anti-American leader of the nation with the world’s second biggest store of
nuclear weapons?
The Clintons aren’t mere grifters. They are in their own
level of grifter superstardom while putting all the rest of us at substantially
greater risk of annihilation.
Yet much of the media covers this story with the
enthusiasm of a six-year-old swallowing castor oil, and much of the public
still thinks Hillary is a minor deity. A goodly number of Americans apparently
are aware of the scandal yet still fall at her feet.
They likewise excuse Barack Obama’s lies about “keeping
your doctor” or “keeping your insurance plan” if you like them; they see him
say harsh, even nasty things about his adversaries in a way prior presidents
have rarely or never done, and generally coarsen public discourse, yet they
still think he’s likeable. They say they believe quarterback Tom Brady cheated
but say in the next breath that he’s a good role model for children.
These are somewhat random examples, but the theme is
consistent: Behavior that once would have earned near-universal opprobrium or,
in the case of the Clintons’ uranium deal, white-hot anger, now barely raises
an eyebrow.
And this isn’t even to delve into the general coarseness
of the culture that positively celebrates depravities — and splashes them
across the glossy pages of, say, People magazine — among elites of Hollywood,
the music industry, and other walks of life. (Literally as I was writing this,
a commercial aired on my TV advertising the third season of the ABC show
Mistresses. In prime time. Enough said.) It’s Daniel Patrick Moynihan’s
“defining deviancy down” to a degree Moynihan himself may have found
astonishing.
Yet at the same time that we old-school types are
bombarded by cultural rot of every kind, we also are hounded by what Charles
Krauthammer called “defining deviancy up.” He wrote:
There is a complimentary social phenomenon that goes with defining deviancy down. As part of the vast social project of moral leveling, it is not enough for the deviant to be normalized, the normal must be found to be deviant. Large areas of ordinary behavior hitherto considered benign have had their threshold radically redefined up, so that once-innocent behavior now stands condemned as deviant. Normal middle-class life then stands exposed as the true home of violence, abuse, misogyny, a whole category of deviant acting and thinking.
So we see, for example, college professors all over the
country being disciplined or even fired for innocuous statements in class that
random students find offensive. We see owners of various artistic businesses
fined into oblivion for refusing to sell their artistic skills for ceremonies
that violate their beliefs. We see ordinary words such as “arrogant,”
“haughty,” and “thug” being denounced as racist (or sexist, or whatever). We
see people taking offense at “micro-aggressions” that are neither aggressive
nor even visible under ordinary social microscopes. We see parents sanctioned
by the state for allowing their children to enjoy playgrounds unsupervised (oh,
the horror, the horror). We see stories of verbal pleading leading to
consensual sex that is later reclassified as rape. (Who knew that Bruce
Springsteen in “Jungleland” was describing not romance but rape when he sang of
“whispers of soft refusal, and then surrender”?)
We’re now told that we can’t spank a misbehaving child;
that we can’t read Huckleberry Finn because it features the “n” word; that we
can’t name sports teams in honor of Indians; that syllogistic or “linear” logic
is culturally oppressive; that it’s offensive if we pray in public or say
“Merry Christmas”; and that we can’t allow our own 20-year-olds to drink a
glass of wine with us in our own homes as a civilizing part of a holiday meal,
but that we’re disastrously prudish if we don’t give them condoms for the sex
we should be glad they are engaging in as a necessary form of self-expression.
In short, we’re told that so much of what we know is good
and normal is actually bad, while so much that’s objectively awful is actually
no big deal or even something worth admiring.
Nothing looks the same. The values, the culture, the
standards, the frames of reference: All are skewed, tumped over, deconstructed,
disorienting. We feel like we’re in a phantasmagoria, a Moody Blues lament in
which “red is gray and yellow, white” — except that, unlike in the song, we are
actually powerless “to decide which is right,” and the new cultural construct,
unfortunately, is no illusion.
This isn’t only modernization we’re experiencing; it’s a
veritable inversion of values and decency, and of the very nature of truth.
Among us relics of a bygone age, the debate is not
whether the current state of affairs is atrocious; the debate is whether we’re
only at a tipping point or instead already beyond it. The rough beast slouches
ever closer, and we don’t know if we can stop him. We know, though, that we
must try.
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