This snapshot from eighty years ago opens a door on the present. A nation and I mean all nations must promote a narrative on inclusiveness. The USA has been actually quite good at this, not least because they insist on the adoption of an idea of Americanism. The difficulty as always has been that every citizen feels a sense of alienation from such an ideal.
This can come about because of economic advantage or lack thereof, ethnic or racial pride and a sense of misgovernance. This has been the agenda of all domestic politics for two centuries. A long stint of economic success allowed a lot of ethnic and racial stress to be largely absorbed and at least papered over serious governmental policy failures, particularly those tied in with prohibition.
Now that is no longer possible. Instead we have blow-back and increasingly ugly misgovernance and ethnic and race baiting waking up to create a narrative of disunity. The central driver is economic malaise, but the real issues remain unaddressed. The simplest reform is to abruptly end the drug war in order to collapse the developing bankroll underpinning the problem of national unity. It is low level but a portion of the population is in revolt and they are taking up too much of our space. This needs be ended. Once ended, bounce back should be steady and effective.
The Disunited States: A French Writer Navigates 1930s United States
Saturday, 27 December 2014 10:26
By Patrick Glennon, Truthout | Book Review / News Analysis
http://www.truth-out.org/news/item/28166-the-disunited-states-a-french-writer-navigates-1930s-america
The Disunited States by Vladimir Pozner
Translated from the French by Alison Strayer
A rising sun, crosses over the 3,000-mile stretch of the United
States on September 21, 1936. Light penetrates night in a cascade
defined in minutes, bringing each city to day as the sun marks its
course from the Atlantic to the Pacific: 5:47 in Philadelphia, 6:24 in
Cincinnati, 7:04 in Kansas City, 8:57 in San Francisco.
As life awakens across the country, so too do the never-ending
struggles and banalities, triumphs and oppressions that define life in
the United States during the 1930s.
The Louisiana Governor announces a regatta for southern state
officials; West Virginia pipeline workers go on strike; a black boy is
shot by police in St. Louis; the Grand Dragon of Ohio announces his KKK
chapter's electoral intentions - "We'll limit ourselves to informing
voters of the candidates' religion," he remarks.
Then, as the sun goes down, the concluding events of the day: A
heart-broken woman in New York kills herself; FDR's mother celebrates
her 82nd Birthday with a family party; gamblers place bets on greyhounds
in Dallas; the unemployed camp in Chicago city parks.
Thus begins The Disunited States - a highly artistic work of
nonfiction by Vladimir Pozner, available to anglophone readers for the
first time, courtesy of Seven Stories Press.
The opening chapter strings together actual news reports taken from
30 different US newspapers published on September 22, 1936. The effect
is mesmerizing, as Pozner extracts the alienation, class antagonism,
racism and sexism endemic to the 1930s through a variety of disparate
yet illustrative events that reveal in a broad stoke the tragedy and
chaos of the time period.
Pozner - a French socialist descendent from anti-Tsarist Russian
émigrés - spent the 1930s exploring the political and social landscape
of the United States. In some respects, his work follows Alexis de
Tocqueville's literary path. Just as the famous author of Democracy in America
did a century before, Pozner probes mentality and experience of the US
citizenry, delving into the civic life of the United States and engaging
with average people as they carry on their quotidian existence.
Where de Tocqueville saw the democratic spirit of the country's
inhabitants, however, Pozner sees a people disenfranchised by their
country, trounced economically and alienated socially.
The book's style and structure are prescient, displaying an artistic
sensibility that would not emerge as a movement until New Journalism
appeared in the '60s and '70s. By transforming interviews into narrative
form, interspersing third-party texts throughout his own, and endowing
his subjects' words with a poetic resonance, Pozner not only provides a
compelling historical snapshot, but also a visceral and moving reading
experience.
People's Voices Preserved
Tying together interviews from a broad spectrum of US citizens,
Pozner constructs - one seemingly disconnected piece at a time - a
convincing portrait of oppression and social strife, augmented with his
concise observations and citations from a broad array of writings.
Activists, progressives and the down-trodden make up the bulk of the
book's subjects. A labor activist in Kentucky - who acknowledges her
Indian heritage but remarks that her true nationality is "a mixture of
joy and sorrow" - recounts how her community was literally starved by
company bosses, who sapped miners' pay through service deductions for
purchasing and repairing equipment. Workers thus immiserated by the
burden of capital maintenance were unable to buy adequate foodstuffs, or
even appropriate clothes for their children to attend school in the
winter.
In Harlem, Pozner speaks with a number of black labor organizers and
community leaders. He sits down with James Ford, the black vice
presidential candidate for the Communist Party. "The Black suffers as a
worker . . . He suffers as an unemployed person. He also suffers as a
Black (sic). He pays more for everything he buys, he receives less for
everything he provides," Ford explains to Pozner, in a conversation on
the poverty of New York's black community. Ford proceeds to explain how
this poverty is exacerbated by the rent gauging practiced by white
landlords privy to the financial benefits of de facto segregation.
While the long-form, narrativized interviews - preserving voices that
would otherwise be lost to history - comprise the book's strongest
contribution to literature of the period, Pozner occasions his own
views, offering simple yet poignant observations.
He discusses race in particular with a perspicacity lacking in other
progressive writers of the time period. Just as Pozner understands that
the black boy shot in St. Louis - referenced in the book's opening
chapter - was a "target" in police's eyes, another unnecessarily brutal
police murder leads the author to a similar conclusion on the
relationship between a militarized state and an oppressed minority.
Discussing a man taken to a Birmingham hospital with fatal injuries:
Two police officers on routine patrol had tried to question the man. He didn't stop. The police opened fire and wounded the black man in the head, arm, hip and leg. Shoot to kill.
Nothing is known about the man, not even his name, only his ability to be a target.
His uncensored take of the daily horrors experienced by African
Americans stands in stark contrast with the infantile musings of elite
opinion depicted in the book. On the days leading up to his move to
Harlem, Pozner writes:
I entertained myself telling people I was going to live in Harlem. Here are some of the replies:
"They'll never let you live with them."
"You could stay at the Hotel Theresa in Central Harlem. They don't let Negroes in (sic)."
"Be sure not to carry personal belongings. The bare minimum. Otherwise, they'll clean you out."
"Be careful: they all have syphilis."
By juxtaposing the prejudiced misconceptions borne from white
privilege with the actual experience of poor African Americans in
Harlem, Pozner illustrates just how disunited the nation truly is.
The Deflation of the American Dream
On Wall Street, Pozner encounters a man selling shoestrings and
inflatable globes. After years working in finance and saving money for
his own business, the man - named John - peddles random goods to
uninterested businessmen. He lost everything in the crash.
As John shares his story, Pozner describes the scene of suits
scurrying around them: "This torrent that surges into and out of one
skyscraper has the precise logic of inputs and outputs in accounting."
The human manifestation of the "logic of inputs and outputs" is a
core theme of the book. US citizens - sucked in by the mythic brand of
rags-to-riches capitalism - are processed and chucked out, impoverished.
Guaranteed the world, many end up losing it all, as John unwittingly
demonstrates when - standing at the foot of the George Washington statue
in front of Federal Hall - he shows Pozner the inflatable globe he is
selling:
He brings it up to his mouth and puffs out his cheeks. He blows with all his might, grows pale with the effort, gulps some air and blows again. Between his gray lips, the bag swells, grows taut and round, hiding the man's chin, nose and cheeks. I recognize Europe, the Atlantic, the entire Earth daubed in bright paint on the rubber sphere now bobbing over the tray of laces. Over the North Pole, two eyes look at me with hope, and in a voice half-pleading, half-ironic says:
"Five cents. It is not expensive, the world for five cents."
…[U]nder the watchful eyes of guards armed with revolvers and the indifferent gave of Washington, I acquire the world. It deflates immediately . . .
The inequality, racism and state violence of the 1930s stand in stark
contrast with the country's self-perception as an exemplar of
democracy. Scores of events remain undiscussed, squeezed out of the
national narrative by the chauvinistic whitewashing of US history (few
discuss, for example, how future military heroes Dwight Eisenhower,
Douglas MacArther and George S. Patton helped lead a violent assault
against unemployed veterans camped outside the Capitol in 1932, leading
to several deaths and thousands of injuries).
The Disunited States is a valuable addition to the period's
history, providing readers a people's perspective of what was certainly
one of the most tumultuous decades of the 20th century.
Copyright, Truthout. May not be reprinted without permission.
Patrick Glennon
Patrick Glennon is an independent writer based in Philadelphia,
Pennsylvania. His work has been featured in Truthout, In These Times and
The Occupied Chicago Tribune.
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