By Jonah Goldberg
Friday, August 25, 2017
Greetings from Southern California. Some of you may
remember that I’m out here doing a little father-daughter adventuring. I’ll
save those details for the end. Now that the suits have robbed this
“news”letter of even the pretense of newsletteriness, I feel like cluttering
this up with personal details at the top is no longer justifiable. So, we’ll
just have to see if there’s time to get to my take on the eclipse, the canine update,
the fact that today is my 16th wedding anniversary, or that guy I stabbed
outside the Peking Restaurant in Westminster, Calif., (they have fantastic
dumplings, btw). Thanks a lot, suits.
I don’t want to sound disgruntled about how calling this
a “news”letter is even less of a nomer than it was before. I would like it to
go beknownst to the reader that I am in fact quite gruntled this morning. In
fact, I am so overflowing with feck and gruntle, it is my intention to have my
prose seem as choate and promptu as I, your humble correspondent, seem chalant
and kempt. I know that you, dear readers, are defatigable with tiresome
gimmicks and mayed by my cessant writing about my bridled support for the
president. And while some of you are merely whelmed by my less than dignant
criticisms and bounded optimism, many are not. So, if it doesn’t seem too
petuous of me, I’d like to avoid discussing our flappable commander in chief
and his peccable presidential demeanor. I went to sleep at a godly hour last
night but I did not wake at one. (Apologies to Jack Winter.)
So, let’s start this again.
Greetings from New Numantia!
My Friday column is about how the new wave of iconoclasm
today isn’t really about iconoclasm, and it isn’t really new. Iconoclasm — the
toppling or destroying of statues and images — is merely a symptom of our
underlying civilizational illness.
I wanted to write about Numantia in the column, but I got
too dragged into the nitty-gritty of the controversy over Christopher Columbus,
specifically the ridiculousness of Melissa Mark-Viverito, the speaker of the
New York City Council, wanting to pull down the statue of Columbus in Columbus Circle. So, let me pick up
where I left off. I concluded:
My point is not that the world
ushered in by Christopher Columbus has been very good to Mark-Viverito, though
it obviously has. It is that toppling some statues or even incanting some
nonsense about “cultural appropriation” cannot separate the iconoclasts from
the culture they live in. The mobs of students — and their enabling professors
and administrators — renaming buildings and bowdlerizing the language are still
products of Western civilization. Even the poseurs who think Googling a few
phrases from Karl Marx and wearing a Che Guevara T-shirt make them
anti-colonialists are disciples of Western thinkers. Where does Mark-Viverito
think her mother’s feminism came from? The Arawaks?
For centuries, to the extent that
educated Muslims talked about the Crusades at all, it was to boast about how
they emerged victorious from them. But Osama bin Laden and his ilk read too
much Noam Chomsky and caught the Western disease of victimization and
resentment.
That is the plague sweeping the
land now. And tearing down some statues and renaming some streets isn’t a cure,
it’s a symptom.
Old Numantia
I guess I should back up. What is — or was — Numantia? It
was an ancient mountain town in Spain (an oppidum if you need a Word of the
Day). It was also the Iberian Celtic Alamo. When the Roman Empire was
consolidating power in the Mediterranean, a bunch of native tribes resisted and
defeated the Romans time and again. Numantia was sort of like their Tora Bora
(though it probably had a smaller
porn stockpile).
Finally, in 143 B.C., Scipio Africanus Minor was made
consul (for a second time) because he was known to have an impressive stockpile
of canned whup-ass. The Senate believed he was the only man capable of crushing
the Numantines and restoring honor to the Roman army. Scipio accepted the job,
but he kept his whup-ass mostly in the tins, despite the fact that he was given
some 30,000 soldiers.
Scipio, a great student of war and history, was
well-versed in the classic blunders, the most famous of which at the time was:
“Never get involved in a land war in Numantia.”
So, instead, he launched a legendary siege, ringing
Numantia with forts, walls, and towers. He even rigged a badass thingamabob
across the River Duero. He moored huge trees on either side and strung a cable
across festooned with blades and spearheads that constantly spun around thanks
to the current, making it impossible to swim or boat past. If you disregard the
tragedy, horror, and death, the whole thing was really quite impressive, in a Game of Thrones kind of way.
Eventually, Scipio starved the Numantines out. Some
Numantines killed themselves, others were captured and sold into slavery.
But like the Alamo and Masada, the story of Numantia
lived on. Cervantes even wrote a tragedy, The
Siege of Numantia. And to this day, Spaniards hold festivals in their
honor. Yuval Harari recounts how Numantia became a symbol of Spanish
nationalism and independence. In Spain, during the 1950s and 1960s, the Golden
Age of Comics, the greatest Spanish superhero was El Jabato, a fictional
Iberian rebel fighting off the Romans.
But here’s the point (you knew I’d get to it eventually).
For all the romanticizing of Iberian resistance, Harari notes, the celebration
of Numantia is really a tribute to the triumph of Rome. The Numantian language
is dead. Cervantes wrote in Spanish, a derivative of Roman Latin, using Latin
script. The Spanish are overwhelmingly Catholic, and Catholics tend to pray in
the language of the Romans. And the head of the Church, of course, is in Rome.
Harari:
Similarly, modern Spanish law
derives from Roman law; Spanish politics is built on Roman foundations; and
Spanish cuisine and architecture owe a far greater debt to Roman legacies than
to those of the Celts of Iberia. Nothing is really left of Numantia save ruins.
Even its story has reached us thanks only to the writings of Roman historians.
It was tailored to the tastes of Roman audiences which relished tales of
freedom-loving barbarians.
The
victory of Rome over Numantia was so complete that the victors co-opted the
very memory of the vanquished. [Emphasis mine]
The Confederate
Exception
The fight over Confederate statues is an outlier in the
larger trend of iconoclasm in part because there are good arguments on the side
of taking at least some of these statues down. Many of the monuments — statues
as well as street names — to the Confederacy were put up as an asinine rebuke
to the Civil Rights Movement. More charitably, some saw them as a consolation
prize in this, their final defeat, at the hands of Lincoln’s American Empire of
Liberty. Robert E. Lee was a kind of El Jabato of the self-styled beautiful
losers.
My own attitude toward those monuments is somewhere
between agnostic and pragmatically against them. If this controversy were an
isolated event, unconnected from the larger war on the past, I’d say get rid of
them for the most part. If all they represent is an irritable mental gesture
against the Civil Rights Acts, then who needs them? And if the past-eating
langoliers of today could be satiated with a few busts of Nathan Bedford
Forrest, I’d be happy to feed them.
You Lost, and
That’s Okay
But something else is going on. Many liberals love to
mock “the War on Christmas” as so much talk-radio filler. And they often have a
point. But many of these liberals are the first to argue that we need to
replace Christmas with “Winter Break” or bore me to death with pseudo-sophisticated
lectures about pagan solstices. As I mentioned in the column, “crusade” is now
a triggering-word. So is “assimilation.” People take offense at saying,
“America is the land of opportunity” or a “melting pot.” Yale and Silicon
Valley think the word “master” is a hate crime, even when applied to liberal
administrators and hard drives. I’ve been writing for years that America is
suffering from a kind of autoimmune disorder where we’ve become allergic to our
own civilization.
The fascinating part is that this disease — one I
chronicle at book-length in my forthcoming book — is a product of the West,
too, particularly in America. Our congenital distrust of authority and
suspicion of history were born in the Enlightenment and it informs us all,
progressives and conservatives alike. It is what makes America great and
exceptional, but in too big of a dose, it becomes lethal. Letting go of the
past is the great American curative for all manner of European social and
political pathologies. But letting go is not the same thing as forgetting, and
forgetting is not the same thing as hating. The progressive push to erase the
past has gone from being a remedy for social resentment to a cause of social resentment. The cure has
become iatrogenic (iatrogenic ailments are conditions caused by the effort to
cure other maladies).
When I listen to modern-day know-nothings of the Left and
the “Right” curse modernity and capitalism, while hearkening back to some
pre-Columbian Shangri-La that never was; or when ridiculous alt-righters
prattle on about their Teutonic heritage and Viking vigor, you know what I see:
a kind of Numantian cult.
They want to order off the Chinese menu of modernity,
picking and choosing the dishes they like, while at the same time cursing the
cuisine and the culture that created it. It’s like Hollywood lefties who crap
on America, the only society in the world that could have ever made them
incredibly wealthy for making movies about fart jokes. The universities
infested by entitled little Jacobins are Western institutions, but every day
the rabble take sledgehammers to the soapboxes they stand on. They take for
granted their rights and privileges that derive entirely from the tradition
they denounce. They think they are heroes in the real world, never realizing
they are playing a game only made possible by the tradition they ignorantly
claim to hate. And if they took the goals of the game and successfully applied
them to the real world, they’d be the first to whine about how backward, unfair,
and hard the world they created was.
They have no real tradition to draw upon save the one
they claim is oppressive and cruel. They literally speak its language, use its
laws, and benefit from its institutions, while claiming to be part of something
more authentic.
We need the past like drivers need rearview mirrors. Get
rid of the mirrors and, eventually, something terrible will happen. Similarly,
if you concentrate on them too much, you’re sure to crash as well. Progress
depends on knowing where you’ve been.
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