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Media Major media move us from rage to reason
By RAYMOND A. SCHROTH
There was this swarthy, Middle
Eastern-looking fellow on my plane. In the St. Louis airport on Sept. 25, where
one of Charles Lindberghs own planes dangles over your head from the
ceiling, a long mural depicts the history of flight, starting with Daedalus and
his son Icarus who soared too close to the sun where it melted the wax on his
wings -- and we see this young mans legs sticking up from the surface of
the sea where he has fallen. Reminding the flier how badly a flight can
end.
The swarthy man sat in front of me with his little daughter. A
hijacker would never bring his daughter along to her death, I thought. But yes
he would. She would cover for him, and he would bring her to paradise.
I opened The New York Times. Page One: Racial profiling.
Some people who usually dont think in these terms now find
themselves
Nevertheless, in the weeks since Sept. 11 at least
some voices and temperatures have lowered. Partly because the tiny photos of
the missing spread across the newspaper pages, the impromptu sidewalk altars of
flickering candles and family portraits tacked to city walls, and televised
memorial services and concerts have transformed America into one secular
cathedral; and in church it is bad form to shout.
But for a week rage reigned.
In the New York Daily News of Sept. 14, former Times
man Abe Field Marshall Rosenthal offered the three-day solution: 1)
Give an ultimatum to Afghanistan, Iraq, Libya, Syria, Sudan and others to hand
over the names of all terrorists and sympathizers in their countries; 2) Warn
all residents to leave those countries immediately; 3) Bomb the capitals and
major cities of noncompliers to the ground. A plan whose clarity is surpassed
only by its barbarity.
Perhaps goaded to top Abe, the News Tank
Commander Zev Chafets, on Sept. 17, called for the invasion and
occupation of six Islamic countries. If that embitters and radicalizes the
worlds billion Muslims, he said, Who cares?
At the beginning, the Presidents largely unscripted rhetoric
-- hell smoke out the terists, lead us into a
war where we would make no distinction between the terrorists and
the countries that harbor them, wage a new crusade, and bring back
bin Laden dead or alive -- appealed to the lowest level of American
jingoism.
Clearly there is a war inside the administration
between the Dr. Strangeloves led by Deputy Secretary of Defense Paul Wolfowitz,
who wants to expand this crisis into a larger war with Iraq, and cooler heads
who would limit attacks to specific groups of terrorists.
The presidents recent restraint may be attributed to the
influence of two speechwriters -- Michael Gerson, a devout Christian, and
Professor David F. Forte, a Catholic -- and to the steady hand of Colin Powell,
who, unlike G.W. Bush, has seen enough war to know its human cost and who must
build the international alliances without which we will fight in vain.
But above all we have moved from rage to reason because the major
media, particularly the great newspapers -- like The New York Times,
The Star-Ledger of Newark, and The Washington Post -- and
National Public Radio, have discarded their regular formats and done what they
were born to do: catch history, teach, mourn and console, give hope, advise,
and find, somehow, patterns in the chaos.
In The Washington Post Style section, on Sept. 12, Hank
Stuever explained how 9 a.m. has become our saddest hour.
Were at the office, or about to be. The hour symbolizes
America getting started. Timothy McVeigh blew up the Murrah building at 9:02.
The Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor from 7:53 till 9:45. America bombed Hiroshima
at 9:15.
Two Post reporters, Gene Weingarten and David Von Dreele,
analyzed the most heartbreaking images in a day of haunting images -- the
jumpers: A couple stepped out in tandem, holding hands. One man went
headfirst, captured freeze-frame on film, arms loosely at his side, one leg
akimbo in a graceful passe. A woman jumped while primly clutching her handbag,
as though she might have to hail a cab when she alighted.
In The New Yorker issue of Sept. 24, Hendrik Hertzberg
argued that NATOs gesture of solidarity declaring that the attack against
the United States was an attack against all puts to shame the contempt
the Bush administration has consistently shown for international treaties and
instruments, including those in areas relevant to the fight against terrorism,
such as small arms control, criminal justice and nuclear
proliferation.
On Sept. 24, however, New York shifted back into its The
Show Must Go On mode. Gingerly the entertainment industry tested just how
OK it was to laugh again.
A quick survey of TV getting back to normalcy:
FOX TV unveiled its new college freshman comedy,
Undeclared -- as in, I havent declared my major -- about
Steve, a skinny, geeky, Jewish frosh in California who rooms with a blond,
handsome, British theater major. Their first night on campus the goal is to
throw a big party in their room, get drunk, attract girls and get laid.
Steves father arrives to tell him his parents are getting divorced and
stays to down a keg with the boys. Steve quickly gets the hang of college life:
We have total freedom to experience everything and watch as much TV as I
want!
Next, FOXs Love Cruise, a reality
show about eight yuppies on a boat who are paired off in video-monitored cabins
for 48 hours to see how long it takes them to have sex. The contestants are
TVs notion of a cross section of America -- personal trainer,
photojournalist, model, actress, screenwriter and so on --and, the way I
understand it, each week one will be thrown overboard.
David Lettermans jokes these nights were about his own four
marriages, Barbara Walters turning 70, and, I knew New York was
bouncing back today when I saw a couple having sex in a revolving door.
Applause, howls, whistles, drum rolls!!
Jay Leno told jokes about Bill Clinton on airplanes -- enjoying
getting patted down by security, making moves on the woman in the next seat --
and bin Laden: Killing bin Laden wont solve the problem, but it
wouldnt hurt. Laughter, applause. And, We cant
do Bush jokes. Hes smart now. Drum roll.
In this sea of vulgarity, I entertained false hopes that Hillary
Clintons appearance on Letterman might offer some reward. But in a show
of perhaps misguided patriotic loyalty, which may cripple the
Democratic Party through the next two elections, she has put her mind on hold.
George Bush, she says, is exactly what the country needed
the
leader of the entire world. Applause, whoops.
* * *
The Sunday after the attack, driving back from Washington, I
became determined to go to Manhattan and get as close as I could to Ground
Zero. I got near enough to sight the eerie, accidental modern sculpture of the
twisted steel still reaching out of the rubble into the dust and smoke. This
has become sacred ground, made holy by the human remains mixed with the earth,
stone and plastic, and the sweat and footprints of the police, national guard,
doctors, nurses, firemen, city employees and volunteers who dig, clear, listen
and try to console.
In The New York Times Magazine of Sept. 23, novelist
Richard Ford contrasts the death of his own father years ago, with the
16-year-old Richard by his side, with todays victims. He
didnt die by jumping out a window and falling 90 floors in terrified
resignation.
And I myself wasnt left standing on a sunny,
bombed-out street holding his picture.
He invokes W.H. Audens poem, Musée des Beaux
Arts, about Icarus fall into the sea while a nearby ploughman fails
to notice the white legs disappearing into the green/Water ... We
are, unwillingly, in the place of Audens ploughman who, reasonably
within his life, cannot give witness to enough.
In the same pages, Jim Dwyer recalls the 1995 dedication of an
elegant rose granite circle as a memorial to the six people killed in the 1993
bombing of the World Trade Center. The husband of one of the victims expressed
confidence that the spirit of the loved ones will live on in this quiet,
gentle spot in the shadow of the towers. Now the memorial has vanished.
It may be recovered or may end up in landfill, says Dwyer. For now, we
have to remember the very thing that was supposed to help us remember. Not even
the stone was written in stone.
* * *
Today, as we look for new ways to fight wars, we also look for new
ways to witness, to write in stone. Im going to mount Page One of The
New York Times of Sept. 12 and hang it on my office wall for students to
see and ask me why its there. Its there to remind me of three
things:
1) The world is one living organism, one massive network of blood
vessels and nerves, like St. Pauls image of the church, where one wound
makes everyone bleed. That obscene fireball bursting out of the towers
side must remind us of Dresden and Hiroshima, from which, Dorothy Day wrote at
the time, the ashes of its victims were carried across the continent in clouds
to New York. Now the winds carry the ashes of our countrymen around the world
-- to settle and make holy the earth wherever they fall.
2) Journalism, at its best, said Herbert Bayard Swope, legendary
editor of The New York World, is a priestly profession. The journalist
is the mediator, he or she takes history and holds it up for all to see, and
offers it as if some transcendent, providential Eye were looking down. The
journalist is the conscience of the community, the prophet called to speak for
his or her vision. Eventually, someone will listen.
3) We must love our friends and family every day, as if we were
never to see them again.
Jesuit Fr. Raymond A. Schroths book, Dante to Dead
Man Walking: One Persons Journey through the Christian Classics, has
been published by Loyola Press.
National Catholic Reporter, October 19,
2001
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