Ignorance and Arrogance
by
Charles H. Featherstone
by Charles H. Featherstone
A friend of
mine (his identity shall remain anonymous) who has spent the last
year teaching about the Middle East at a fairly prominent private
university in the Midwest wanted to play an April Fool’s joke on
his students. He sent me the strange photo below, and asked me to
write a story about it.
So here’s what
I came up with:
US
Vice President Dan Quayle meets Her Highness, Princess Royal Shaykha
Yamama, daughter of Abu Fedora III, the Endive of Ersatzstan, during
a 1991 visit, to thank Ersatzstan for its support of the coalition
during Operation Desert Storm. US Air Force personnel used the country's
sole air base, built by the Soviets in the early 1960s, as a supply
hub for operations in northern Iraq during the war and to support
the Kurds during Operation Provide Comfort.
Ruled by the
last Central-Asian dynasty able to trace its lineage directly to
the Mongol Khans, the Endive of Ersatzstan was forced into exile
following an army coup in 1961, which brought pro-Soviet nationalists
to power. For 17 years, the country was ruled by General Hassan
Bukend and his brother Hosein Bukend and their People's Popular
Revolutionary National Party, which merged militant nationalism
and a kind-of Nasserite, third-world socialism. Hassan was the strong
man of the regime, but Hosein a Moscow-trained academic was
its ideologue. For a time, he put together a collection of ideologically
correct quotations (allegedly from his brother) into a book, the
title of which loosely translates as "Notes From the Goat-tisserie,"
because most of the quotes were supposedly made to peasants and
herders during dinners. During the mid-1970s, before the regime
was toppled, it was the only book Ersatzstanis were legally allowed
to own. Most who did could not read it.
As a pro-Soviet,
one-party state, Ersatzstan had a horrible human rights record,
and there were allegations later confirmed that the interior
ministry forced prisoners to ride bicycle generators, often times
for six hours or more in a sitting, to augment the capital city's
meager electricity supply.
For a time,
several thousand Soviet "advisers" were deployed in the country,
using its proximity to Turkey and Iran to listen in on Nato communications.
A series of border skirmishes in 1969 between Iranian troops and
the Ersatzstani army very nearly led to World War III, averted only
because US leaders were concerned with the Vietnam war and the Soviet
leadership was still reeling from the complications of the invasion
of Czechoslovakia the previous year. Ersatzstan was also difficult
to get to, making a clash over the country impossible to justify.
Bukend's leadership,
however, was deeply unpopular, and during a trip to Moscow in late
1979, a popular revolt (partially inspired by the Iranian revolution
the previous year) combined with an army mutiny ended his regime.
The former royal family returned soon after. Abu Fedora III has
ruled the country since 1983, when his father died. During his exile,
first in Monaco, and then in Cyprus, Abu Fedora made regular radio
broadcasts to his country via shortwave, and those few Ersatzstanis
with radios remember with fondness his words of support. That made
the return of the monarchy a fairly easy matter, and most Ersatzstanis
proudly display the monarch's portrait in their homes and businesses
even though no law requires them to.
The Bukend
brothers both died in exile in Moscow. Hosein, unable to find more
than part-time work teaching dialectic semiotics, was beaten to
death by a crowd of angry Muscovites after trying to cut in front
of a line for toilet paper during the winter of 1983. Hassan froze
to death in his apartment in 1994 after the Russian government halted
subsidies for all ex-Western defectors and deposed Marxist leaders.
Ersatzstan
maintains very close relations with the United States, and has since
the monarchy was restored. However, those relations have been strained
in the last few years by the imposition of a new succession law
which would allow women to ascend to the throne. The Shaykha is
Abu Fedora's only child, and she would become the Muslim world's
first female monarch. The country's Muslim clerics, heavily influenced
by Iran since the early 1980s, have agitated against it, and a recent
demonstration found huge crowds demanding the law’s repeal. Since
Abu Fedora's stroke last year, the Shaykha has been quietly running
the country's day-to-day affairs.
Ersatztan's
Shia, who make up the bulk of the population (about 85%; there is
a tiny Jewish population, a few Christians, and a handful of traditional
goat worshipers), are called Niners, and believe the ninth Shia
imam was the last true one. Rather than following the Iranian lead
of believing that the occultated 12th imam will return to bring
justice and peace to the world, the Niners believe the body of believers
themselves constitute both the mahdi and the final imam, and thus
the Niners believe the Shia community has had its religion and society
perfected. Their clergy are called Jizmallah (literally, "Body of
God"), and the country's leading jizmallah is Ihmed Ali Barbikewi.
He has been a life-long supporter of the monarchy but is known to
be very unhappy with the decree allowing the Shaykha to succeed
her father as endive.
So Abu Fedora's
death, when it comes, is expected to result in a serious political
struggle. Clashes between police and demonstrators are frequent
enough that the endive imposed a state of emergency in late 2003
that has yet to be lifted.
The continued
presence of about 800 US Air Force personnel, deployed as part of
the Bush administration's War on Terror, does not help matters much.
Ersatzstan
has few resources of its own, being a largely mountainous country.
About 60% of the population engages in subsistence farming focused
mainly on goat herding. In fact, the goat is an object of veneration
the fact that the country's flag depicts both goats and mountains
is evidence of that. Most people live in the countryside, few are
literate, and there is little industry. The country's major industrial
product is wooden shoes, which were exported to the Soviet Union
up until it collapsed. Attempts to attract Japanese and Korean investment
have proved fruitless, since as a landlocked country, Ersatzstan
does not have access to ports, and no Asian firms were interested
in buying wooden shoes. (Many people recall the day in 1989 when
Mikhail Gorbachev, during an interview, symbolically tossed a stalk
of Cuban sugar cane and a Cuban orange into a wastebasket and said
"the old economic order is done and the new one is beginning." What
they tend to forget is that he stuffed that sugar cane into an Ersatzstani
wooden shoe first.) The country's wealthiest businessman, Mohammed
Bubkis, recently traveled to Mongolia a country of pastoral cattle
ranchers in an attempt to promote a beef-goat trade deal, and
has tried to woo other potential markets for goat meat, fur and
milk.
Recently, several
Indian companies have expressed an interest in Ersatzstan because
of its very low labor costs.
*
* *
This was not
the first time I’ve ever written about Ersatzstan. The idea has
swirled in my head for more than a decade, and were it not for a
badly timed computer failure in mid-1995, Ersatzstan would very
likely have gone on line as a virtual country, complete with a constitution
(seven branches of government, all of which could veto the actions
of any other branch of government), a Revolution and its Leader
("The Little Plaid Book of Chairman Lawrence," who would
be played by a black-and-white photo of Antonio Gramsci, looking
suitably hegemonic), an official ideology ("Personal Dictatorship,"
in which the oppression of one man by another is eliminated by the
oppression of the self, for – under this sick and twisted scheme
– men could only be free if they became their own oppressors), a
flag (yes, with goats and mountains) and a hyperactive government
bureaucracy complete with agencies like the Ministry for Stacking
and Storage, the Department of Roads and Waterways (Route-Canal)
and an official news agency (covering popular demonstrations in
which people would shout "Democracy nyet! Oppression si!").
It was located in Central Asia somewhere (it was important to be
vague about that), but suffered under Japanese rule during WWII
as "Ersatzkuo" an occupation the Japanese themselves
don’t seem to remember. The government constantly raged and battled
against the "Forces of Nastiness and Evil, of Awfulness and
Wretchedness, of Filthiness and Vileness," but those forces
were, of course, never named.
The idea would
have been to allow people to become on-line "citizens"
of this benighted, miserable place, and then let the virtual politics
happen. I wasn’t sure how that would work, and never got far enough
with it technically. As I said, several months of work disappeared
when my computer failed. I did not have a backup and did not feel
inspired to try and recreate everything. And so the world never
got to experience the virtual country of Ersatzstan.
But a group
of unsuspecting students at a Midwestern college did. As the story
was related to me, they not only got a lecture on the country, but
were told its national holiday was April 1 (a nice touch, and not
mine) and then, at the end of class, instructed to look the word
"ersatz" up. I wasn’t there, so I do not know how credulously
any of the students (a mixture of undergraduates) actually took
this, but according to my friend the professor, no one let on or
said anything publicly, not even when the quiz was given. There
was, allegedly, some shock when the country was revealed to be fraudulent.
It would have
been easy enough to figure out that there is no such place as Ersatzstan
without consulting other sources. Look up the word ersatz in any
dictionary: ("adjective (of a product) made or used as a substitute,
typically an inferior one, for something else : ersatz coffee. •
not real or genuine," according to the dictionary that comes
bundled with Mac OSX). Or crack open an atlas. I placed the country
somewhere between Iran, Iraq, Turkey and the once-upon-a-Soviet
Union – it ought to have been easy to find. Or not find.
I was reminded
of all this when I read the results of geographic literacy survey
conducted by the National Geographic Society which found that "young
adults in the United States fail to understand the world and their
place in it." According to the survey, 63 percent of Americans
aged 18 to 24 failed to locate Iraq on a map of the Middle East.
Seventy percent supposedly could not find Iran or Israel. Nine in
ten couldn't find Afghanistan on a map of Asia, and 54 percent did
not know that Sudan is a country in Africa.
It’s not just
a knowledge of the outside world that apparently befuddles young
Americans. Half could not find New York State on a map of the United
States. One-third did not know where Louisiana is. When given a
map and told they could escape an oncoming hurricane by going to
the northwest, apparently only two-thirds could indicate which way
northwest is on a map.
Maybe the 1824
cohort, especially the university students among them, would do
better if their professors (and those professors’ close friends)
weren’t busy writing the histories of and giving them lectures and
quizzes about fictitious Middle East countries. However, I rather
doubt it.
None of the
survey results should come as a shock to anyone. But I’m not going
to, as so many have (these surveys and their depressing results
are annual rituals for egghead flagellants), bemoan the ignorance
of America’s youth. Or Americans in general. One hundred years ago,
could the majority, or even a sizable plurality, of Americans
aged 1824 (or anyone else) identify where the Panama Canal
was being built? Could they point to the Philippines on a map? Could
they identify Austria-Hungary? Did they know where Oklahoma or California
were? Or the best direction to escape from San Francisco in the
event of an earthquake? I’m guessing not. High school graduates
in 1906 may have been much better educated than they are today,
but far fewer people graduated from high school then – or even attended
school.
Some folks
will blame television, bad schools (or the whole edifice of public
schooling) and the ubiquitous X-Box for the problem, but again,
popular culture – whatever form it has taken – has always provided
both meaning and distraction, a compelling "alternative"
to a harsh real world that few people have much control over even
if they do know where Qandahar or Pleiku are.
It may also
be true that if more people were better educated, perhaps they would
not be misled so easily. But I doubt that too. The well-educated
and very literate are just as easily seduced by murderously bad
ideas – nationalism, militarism, statism – as the unschooled and
illiterate. Maybe even more so, if you consider the historical performance
of America’s "best and brightest" (sic).
(People will
learn what they need to or wish to learn, the things that are relevant
to what they do or that simply give them pleasure. And they won’t
bother learning the things that don’t interest them or that have
no obvious pay-off.)
No, it doesn’t
matter whether a majority of Americans know where Iraq is, or anything
else about it, so long as they aren’t bombing or occupying the place.
The rub comes when Americans obey the siren call to war made by
some or all of the elite that governs them. The issue is not ignorance
of the world, but the clueless arrogance and nearly unquestioning
faith too many Americans have in their government, their society,
their own goodness and their ability to do good in the world.
I’ve always
been puzzled by my countrymen. Americans can be, and often are,
very kind, compassionate and open-minded. But we can also be intensely
cruel, brutal and horrifyingly judgmental. We can both welcome outsiders
and hate and terrorize them mercilessly. We say all men are created
equal, and yet we clearly believe ourselves to be better
men, first among equals, men chosen by God or History or Providence
to do for others what they cannot or will not do for themselves.
We fear the world, and wish to smite all those in it who might mean
us ill. Yet we also want desperately to save it, and to be loved
and appreciated by all we see and all we save.
The really
confounding thing, at least for me, is that we do and believe all
of these things at the same time.
But what kind
of salvation can you bring to the world when you don’t know anything
– and deliberately don’t want to know anything – about it? What
kind of salvation can you bring to a world you only fear and do
not really love? How can Americans save Arabs and a whole Arab society
(or Filipinos, or Vietnamese, or Afghans) when so many engaged in
that salvation have little love, and no respect, for the people
they are supposedly saving? When so many engaged in that enterprise
believe in cruelty and brutality as means to something resembling
a noble end?
Love for "humanity"
in the abstract is meaningless if it inflicts pain and suffering
on real individual human beings. Which is exactly what that kind
of "love" usually does.
Ignorance is
not a problem if there is no politics, no war, no violence, no desire
to exercise authority and dominion over others. (Yes, I know, Eden
before the fall.) But truth be told, I’d rather have ignorant Americans
ready to live more-or-less peacefully with and in the world (and
each other) than legions of bright, shiny and smart faces ready
to do good regardless of whether the world wants their good or not.
Regardless of the cost in treasure, suffering and blood.
Unfortunately
for you and me, we live in the worst of all possible worlds from
this perspective. Ignorance combined with power, especially state
power, is a problem. Which is why we’re stuck with college students
– and others – who cannot find Iran on a map or a globe and yet,
because enough of their government has been incessantly saying so,
believe the place may need to be pulverized from high altitude.
Who do not know where Sudan is but want to save its children, with
guns if necessary. Who cannot find New Orleans and know nothing
about it but have an opinion about what the government should do
to help – or hurt – people hit by Hurricane Katrina.
Or who cannot
tell a fake country from a real one.
May
4, 2006
Charles
H. Featherstone [send
him mail] is a Washington, D.C.-based journalist specializing
in energy, the Middle East, and Islam. He lives with his wife Jennifer
in Alexandria, Virginia.
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