The Paris Riots- An Enlightened Lesson?

The on-going unruliness that began in the suburbs of Paris, and spread to other areas of the country, as well as other European capitals including Brussels and Berlin, inches a country closer to a policy that will soon be a dictum throughout the European and North American world- “nobody gets in and nobody gets out.” This is especially ironic, not to mention disturbing, when one considers recent French politicizing. France is known for its ostensible tolerance regarding a wide variety of issues, specifically toward the immigrants that have flooded its cities in the wake of colonialism. To seek one reason for the sudden outburst of frustration in the Parisian suburbs is as tenuous as connecting the causal event- the accidental death of two black kids- to the violence that followed. In fact, the seemingly illogical chain of events beginning with a paranoid retreat from authority and resulting in riots of hopelessness indicates that Western thought is unable to properly process the affair. And this is the real problem, just as the Western world is at a loss to decipher the logic that engages in and defends terrorist activities, so too do we struggle with the link between the sad fate of two young boys and the unrest of entire communities. The reality that both of these issues reveals is what I would term the underbelly of the Enlightenment. The rigid logical postulation of Descartes and Kant, among others, which spawned such brilliant thinkers and critics as Freud and Nietzsche, Doestoevsky and Darwin, is also the legacy of imperialism, colonialism, communism, and Hitlerian fascism. In a quest to construct codified nation-states and national identities exclusion of “the other” is a natural result. This is not original thinking on my part, any student of post-colonial and feminist theory will tell you the same. In a terrifying revelation, it seems we have created a muted double of our own logic, our own self-reliance and “godless” individualism. This same “logic” that seriously debates the use of torture, as our government is currently doing, seems to reveal the contortions and rubberized bends that Western ideology can undertake. The point is not to criticize the thought process that begat the Enlightenment and the last 500 years of Western history- the same logic allows me to communicate with you. But it would seem that the same liberal, or humanist, principles that engender my train of thought should also explore the possibility of another form of “logic.” This is not a support of Deconstructionist thought, though I find Derrida’s seminal theory both invigorating and agreeable, but rather a realization that a completely separate mode of thought has developed in human history that lies outside the bounds of Western ideology. But even that last statement indicates or supports the idea of centralized thought. The rift between East and West, specifically the Christian and Muslim worlds (there I said it), is a deep rivalry, one that seems to be justified by the Old Testament. As disheartening as it may seem, it may be an irreparable chasm. Issues such as culture and ideology certainly play a role in the separation. But is it possible that two sets of separate “logic,” lie on either blade of the clashing swords. And is it possible our logic is wrong? Maybe. And might theirs be wrong as well? Maybe. But this is not the problem. The issue is the fact that one logic, right or wrong, has held sway over the other- politically, economically, territorially. Thus, rioting in the streets of Paris, New York, or Berlin should come as no great shock- and this is not to justify or condone such activity. But it is time to admit that our colonial history has come to roost in our own back yards, and that we have reached the end result of the concept of nation-state. In a quest for individualism and self- sovereignty we have forgotten the most basic of instinctual principles- that mankind herds with those who look and speak the same. And thus the ostensible openness and freedoms espoused by the philosophical treatises of the Western world have not only brought “the other” to our doorstep but the hatred and fear of “the other” along with it. While we watch the events unfold in Paris and other European locales, only questions remain. Do the mute speak with fire? Is our logic an increasingly closed system? Is logic a mask that society wears to hide the true identity of all humanity-savagery and corruption? Or can we look at this as a Hindu might or as Herbert portrayed in his fourth installment of the Dune series (God Emperor)- that destruction is the mother of creation and vice versa?

The Imperial Outcome

The information age

The great imperial outcome
The Enlightened resolution
The gallant gallop of gadgetry

Cold and soulless as steal

Off to War

March 20, 2003
San Francisco

I awoke this morning to the sound of helicopter propellors thumping in the downtown sky. The air was tense, blue with spots of clouds, and I knew this day would be like no other. The anger, fear, anticipation were palpable. We are a country at war and my generation will never know a time of peace. These disheartening thoughts swirled through my mind as I began my short drive into downtown to start another work day. Yet there was nothing ordinary about my traversion toward my school. The public transportation stood still at Market and Powell Streets. Angry protesters linked arms and dared oncoming traffic to continue. Was this Bejing, 1989 or San Francisco? Though the protest displayed signs of peace, the vibrations in the air falsified this claim. The congregation reaked of violent resisitence. Looking up Powell Street a wall of human bodies stared across an invisible barrier toward a cable car stopped in its tracks. The car looked lonely, afraid, out of place. The driver released his hold on the cable rod and waited. He could do nothing else. Young men and women in gas masks paraded up the street holding upside down American flags graffited with words of distrust. It was no coincidence a bulk of protesters converged on Bush street. From the teachers’lounge on the second floor of our school building I watched the sunlight pulse in and out of the shadow of the circling ‘copters above. I sat in the middle of the room, feeling this represented everything about me. I was not delusional enough to agree with either side on this issue. To choose one dictator over another seemed a ridiculous notion.
Union Square was (and remains) barricaded, police in riot gear stoicly patroled the surrounding streets. Suspicious stares ricocheted off multicolored faces. A deep paranoia crept into my soul as I realized the future was now. What once was science fiction, fantasy, or satire (George Orwell, Frank Herbert, Aldous Huxley) seemed all too real. We have entered an age in which the common man and popular opinion have no power to thwart the greed of the empire. A time in which a cohesive, logical resistence is nowhere to be found (where the hell is MLK?)
I felt anger as I watched this protest, without a goal, without a leader, and with morals no loftier than those supposedly espoused by the powers that be. My anger was directed toward every protester that blocked my way to work, why not encirle the federal building? And it was also directed toward the smirk of greed that Bush, Cheney and the gang display with such pride.
So I suppose there isnt much to say except, let’s finish what we started. For this is but one battle, the first war, among many more to come.

Rager- reporting