In Ridley Scott's
film Gladiator,
the ailing Roman emperor Marcus Aurelius (portrayed by the late
Richard Harris) travels from the comforts of Rome to the muddy battlefields
of second-century Germania on a mission. The Roman army, fighting
under the capable leadership of General Maximus (Russell Crowe),
has finally defeated the Germanic tribesmen, and Aurelius now longs
to turn his attention from the maintenance of an empire to the restoration
of a republic. The chief obstacle that stands in his way is his
own failing health. Rome needs a young, strong and vigorous leader
to take it down the path that Aurelius envisions. His son Commodus
(Joaquin Phoenix) is weak and spoiled, full of base ambition, not
at all the man for the job of relinquishing power. Maximus is the
man Aurelius wishes to succeed him to the imperial seat, but Maximus
is tired of war and strife, and more than anything else he simply
wants to return home. In the following lines of dialogue, Aurelius
struggles to convince Maximus that Rome still needs its finest soldier:
MAXIMUS: "5,000
of my men are out there in the freezing mud. 3,000 are cleaved and
bloodied. 2,000 will never leave this place. I will not believe
they fought and died for nothing."
AURELIUS: "And what would you believe?"
MAXIMUS: "They fought for you and for Rome."
AURELIUS: "And what is Rome, Maximus?"
MAXIMUS: "I have seen much of the rest of the world. It is brutal
and cruel and dark. Rome is the light."
AURELIUS: "Yet you have never been there. You have not seen what
it has become. I am dying, Maximus. When a man sees his end he wants
to know that there has been some purpose to his life. How will the
world speak my name in years to come? Will I be known as the philosopher,
the warrior, the tyrant? Or will I be remembered as the Emperor
who gave Rome back her true self? There was once a dream that was
Rome, you could only whisper it. Anything more than a whisper
and it would vanish, it was so fragile. And I fear that it will
not survive the winter."
Most of you
probably know the story. Commodus learns of his father's intentions,
kills Aurelius and tries to do the same to Maximus, who barely escapes
with his life. Maximus is sold into slavery, becomes a gladiator,
and eventually fights in the Colosseum under the eye of Commodus.
At one point in the film, Maximus points toward the bloodthirsty
crowd awaiting him and exclaims, "Marcus Aurelius had a dream that
was Rome... And this is not it. This is not it!"
Say whatever
derogatory thing you will about Hollyweird; chances are, I'll see
your insult and raise you a little righteous indignation. But every
once in a while a film comes along with a message that rings true
in a powerful way. Braveheart
was such a film. And while Gladiator isn't quite on the same
level (the story it depicts is fictional), it carries its own impact.
The struggle it portrays, that of a good man battling against evil
in high places, has universal appeal. The ideals behind the story
rise above its historical setting.
And every time
I hear Richard Harris speaking as Marcus Aurelius I can't help but
think: there was once a dream that was America too, and I fear that
it may not survive the next election.
For a moment,
set aside your party affiliation and whatever special interest you
might have and travel back in time with me. We won't need to go
far; the seventies and eighties will do just fine. This was the
era in which I grew up.
It was also
the latter part of the Cold War. The Soviet Union was our great
enemy. Why? Because the Soviets were communists, and communists
were the sworn enemies of freedom. They were not merely authoritarians
but totalitarians. The Soviets believed in absolute state
control over every aspect of an individual's life, and they were
intent on spreading their system throughout the world.
I clearly remember
being taught that, in the Soviet Union, fear ruled with an iron
fist. Government spies were everywhere. The secret police could
listen in on your phone calls at any time. They could read your
mail. They could search your home and other property and seize whatever
they liked. You could never be certain that you weren't being watched,
no matter where you were. You had to carry identification papers
everywhere you went, and many times you had to have permission to
travel very far at all. And it wasn't just government agents that
you had to be concerned about; you also had to live with the fear
that your own friends, co-workers or family members might report
you for "suspicious activities" or "politically questionable statements,"
sometimes for no other reason than to endear themselves to the communist
party bosses. You had no enforceable rights where the state was
concerned. Government agents could kick your door down in the middle
of the night, drag you away to a state prison, torture you and even
execute you. Your family would never know where you were. More than
likely, you would not have legal council or ever see the inside
of a courtroom. You were the property of the state, which was free
to do whatever it liked with you.
We called this
oppressive, militaristic mega-state "the Evil Empire," and we prided
ourselves on being everything that the Soviets were not.
In America,
the common man had enforceable rights, even where the government
was concerned. Americans were not the property of the state. You
could travel where you wished, and most of the time the government
didn't care about what you were doing. Americans could say what
they wished, engage in whatever peaceful political activities they
wished, with no fear of violent reprisal. Americans did not disappear
into gulags. If the government accused you of illegal activities,
it had to give you a day in court and prove its case before a jury
of your peers. Sure, America had its problems; virtually everyone
admitted that. But we were still the "land of the free," and our
institutions and daily lives backed that claim to a high degree,
certainly in comparison to the Soviet Union.
This is the
dream that was America versus the nightmare that was the Soviet
Union.
Now, fast-forward
in time. As I write this, fewer than twenty years have passed since
the Berlin Wall fell and the Cold War specter lifted. The Soviet
Union is gone, and America...well, if you had told us in the 1970s
or 1980s what America would be like today, and where it seems to
be heading, I don't think we would have believed you.
You see, today
the American government tells us that it can spy on us whenever
and however it likes. It can read our e-mail and postal mail, track
our financial records, pry into our medical histories, force libraries
to turn over lists of the books we read, force internet service
providers to turn over records of our surfing habits, and tap our
phones and record our calls. It can deny us the right to travel
without certain government approved "papers." It can send its agents
into our homes without warrant and remove whatever it wishes, without
ever notifying us. The president claims that he can seize anyone,
including American citizens, and turn them into non-persons. The
government – the American government – can arrest you without warrant,
put you into prison without charge, and hold you for as long as
it pleases. It can deny you legal council and try you before a military
court, where none of the regular rules of evidence and reasonable
person standards apply, and where your guilt will be assumed. It
can subject to you "enhanced interrogation techniques" (torture,
by any other name – "Ve hev vays of making you talk"), and
you will have no recourse. Your family may not be permitted to know
where you are. President George W. Bush (a member of the party that
once prided itself on being the "party of limited government," and
that even now prides itself on being the party that brought down
the Evil Empire) has decided that he can ignore whatever laws he
chooses. He in fact is the law, in his own opinion. Further,
he tells us that what he and the members of his administration do
is not open to public scrutiny for "national security" reasons,
that they are not accountable to anyone. In fact, they bristle if
you question them at all, and suggest that maybe you don't have
the best interests of the country in mind.
This is America,
2007; not the Soviet Union, circa 1980. Like it or not, we are,
by degrees, becoming like the very thing we once hated. And we are
becoming more like it all the time.
Some will call
this unpatriotic nonsense. "We're nothing like the Soviets," they
claim. "We're just changing to meet the changing threats of our
time, and if you haven't done anything wrong, you don't have anything
to worry about."
Really?
So, we can
do the same types of things that the Soviets did but not be like
them? We can adopt their police state tactics, spy on people like
they did, hold secret courts like they did, kick down doors and
haul people away like they did, throw people into secret prisons
like they did, torture people like they did, refuse to answer questions
like they did, ignore the laws like they did, and criticize the
opposition as being disloyal like they did...and yet be nothing
like them? Notice that I'm not saying that we're the same
as the Soviets; I'm saying that we're becoming progressively more
like they were, that we're on a slippery slope here, and
that we're desperately trying to rationalize our way out of confronting
the obvious (torture isn't torture as long as we don't call it that,
etc.).
Tell me, how
much evil do you have to do before you yourself become evil? Is
there a certain magic number of people that we need to have in prison
without charge before it becomes wrong? How many do we have to waterboard
and stuff into cramped, freezing cells before it becomes un-American?
And as for
not having anything to worry about as long as you haven't done anything
wrong – please, don't tell me you've fallen for this! This argument
assumes two things: 1) that the government is accountable to someone
for what it does with you, and 2) that it has to prove that you've
done something wrong before anything bad can happen to you. Neither
one of these is necessarily true anymore. All the government has
to do is classify you as a suspected "terrorist" and the legal niceties
that we used to call "rights" suddenly vanish, along with all of
their guarantees. If the president and his subordinates have the
authority to ignore the laws of the land, then whether or not you've
done anything illegal is a moot question by default, because the
law no longer exists as far as you are concerned! You are no longer
being judged by that standard; you are being judged by the whims
of the powerful, whose motives and actions are not being judged
by anyone. You cannot tie the hands of the law and then expect it
to protect you.
Our Founding
Fathers understood this. This is why they required an oath to support
the Constitution on the part of our government officials, because
they knew that the only way the common people can be safe from tyranny
is if their government is restrained by the law. The Constitution
isn't there to hinder us, it's there to protect us – because freedom
is fragile. It must be guarded, handled delicately, cared for like
the precious thing that it is.
Some will argue
with the comparisons I've made to the old Soviet Union, because,
like General Maximus, they refuse to believe that our country is
caught up in corruption, that our leaders have anything but pure
motives, and that our men and women in uniform are dying for nothing
but the most honorable of causes. They too have seen much of the
rest of the world, if only by way of CNN or Fox News, and they find
it brutal and cruel and dark. America is their light in that darkness,
and as long as it remains a bit brighter than what they see around
them, they seem willing to overlook the fact that our "city on a
hill" doesn't shine as brightly as it once did. Cruelty, brutality
and darkness are creeping in here, but as long as we're not as bad
as someone else, we're generally content with our illusions of safety
and superiority. We find no contradiction, no hypocrisy in speaking
the tyrannical language of the Soviet state with an American accent.
God
forgive us. The men who froze at Valley Forge, who crawled up the
beaches of Normandy into the murderous teeth of Nazi machine gun
fire, who faced undreamed of horrors in steamy jungles thousands
of miles from the comforts of home, did not fight so that we could
let our country slip into the hands of those who would re-make us
in the image of our enemies. Whether you agree with every cause
that Americans have spilled their blood for or not, we can acknowledge
that most of them believed that they were fighting for freedom,
to protect the whisper-fragile American dream. They didn't sacrifice
to give us Moscow on the Potomac. We owe them, ourselves, and the
future generations who must live with the world we give them, more,
much more, than to let this happen with so little struggle.
There was once
a dream that was America. And friends, this is not it. This is not
it.