The Old World Order Will Rise Again, Right Here On The Arizona/Mexico Line.
By Jeff Smith
THOSE OF YOU who, like yr. fthfl. correspondent, loathed,
feared and inveighed against NAFTA while there yet was time to
can all that foolishness and save the world as we have come to
know it, might spend a few bucks on the current issue of Atlantic
Monthly and take a peek into the apocalypse-not-quite-now.
Robert Kaplan, one of those eastern establishment press types
who split their time between the triple-distilled elixir of the
First World, as exemplified by uptown Manhattan, and the moldy
dregs of the Third World (the Black Hole of Calcutta leaps to
mind) wandered through town a couple of years ago, searching for
a window on the future. He took a bus from Mexico City to Nogales,
whence he made his way to Tucson, where he rented a car and meandered
around the footsies, the barrios, the halls of academe, and finally
down to my house in the weeds and to some hole-in-the-wall radio
studio where Emil Franzi and John C. Scott were breathing hard
into the mikes.
The result is 19 pages of ruminative prose on the subject of
the new American destiny, which, Kaplan tells us, no longer will
be manifested latitudinally, but henceforth on longitudinal lines.
As in Calgary to Tucson to Los Mochis. Yeehah.
Kaplan is famous for having spent way more time in parts of the
world where you can't drink the water. He paints a grim landscape
of urban Mexico where the air is foul with diesel fumes and bodily
effluvium, the sidewalks are congested with garbage, and violent
young men carry sidearms and cell phones, keeping the Mexican
economy vibrant with the buzz of drugs and money.
Drug-running is the alpha and omega of Mexican capitalism and
federalism, and that nation's link to our own nation, via the
mechanism of drug-consumption. Thus, the "transnationalism"
that Kaplan posits as the future of the American West, and Mexico
and western Canada along with it, is a brave new world founded
on crime and corrosive chemicals, ingested for purposes of recreational
suicide.
Not a pretty picture, and one must wonder why Kaplan would paint
it and Atlantic Monthly would print it. The inevitable
assumption is that they believe in it.
What they believe, as evidenced by the article, is that Mexico,
for all its squalor at the heavily weighted bottom of the food
chain, and corruption at the obscenely wealthy, sparsely populated
top, is still a more cohesive, healthy, family-oriented society
than ours in Los Estados Unidos. Here in the American West, using
Tucson as exemplar, we are clinging to an outmoded myth and model
Kaplan calls "individualism." Watch this usage: We used
to say "individuality" and pronounce it with pride.
Now it has become an ism, not unlike the fundamentalist logism
"secular humanism," and it is a term of not-very-subtle
derision.
I know, because Kaplan, a bright, earnest and seemingly honest
man, found his way to my hideout in rural Santa Cruz County, and
pronounced me "the last frontiersman" and my ecological
niche "the heart of American loneliness." I guess he
didn't notice the satellite dish out behind the garage.
But Kaplan was employing me to make a point, which seems to be
that we of the American West are unfriendly and isolated from
our neighbors, while at the same time linked to the nation and
the world by modern technological toys...
...and to the slums of Mexico City (and presumably the hockey
rinks of Alberta) by transnational economic interests.
I can buy the transnational economic interest thesis: That's
why I raised such alarms over NAFTA. I could plainly see that
the big boys and girls who make money with six or nine zeroes
behind it love the notion of no tariffs, tax-breaks, labor forces
from starving, Third World underclasses. I could just as plainly
see that there's nothing in NAFTA for me, or for anyone who works
for hourly wages. On either side of the border.
But Kaplan extrapolates this high-level, greed-driven zeal for
global economies; and the human tide of Latin-Americans bearing
down on our borders like a tsunami, and postulates a future in
which we're all one big (doesn't matter if we're happy) family.
Communal till hell won't have it, because in a future of runaway
population, Polynesian poverty, and social conventions dictated
from above by a rarified, international economic and governmental
elite, "individualism" simply won't fit in.
Damn. Just when I find myself on the endangered species list,
I've gone and pissed off the greenies.
Not to worry, though: Dogs are going to chase cats, no matter
what Atlantic Monthly believes or wishes. Serbs and Croats
who used to get together to barbecue kielbasa are going to enjoy
one too many beers and go after each other with spatulas. Those
other isms--provincialism, nationalism, tribalism--are as immutable
in human character as individualism.
The more things change, the more they stay the same. Your conclusions
as to whether sameness or change predominate depend entirely on
when the questions are asked and answered.
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