In the four months since September, we've moved from our first waves
of dread and rage over a massacre to the slower task of facing what has been
lost. The new year is a good time to assess how we're doing. In a thousand
ways we've honored our dead with honorable behavior toward each other, but in
some quarters we're still captive to fear. We hurt.
In our frustration with the impossibility of making our world safe, some
are drawn to easier targets, willing to have straw-enemies set up in our midst
to be shot down, to relieve the popular anger.
Religious and political intolerance still vibrate in the national
aftershock. Friends still tell me of suffering anti-Muslim slurs in what was
meant to be polite company.
And I've had my own instructive glimpse of a nation's psychology: I've
watched, amazed, as some ultra-conservative journalists ignited an attack on
my patriotism with a stunning prevarication that blazed like a grassfire
through the Internet and countless newspapers including the Wall Street
Journal.
From deliberate beginnings, it roared through the fertile ground of
careless journalism, where laziness can do the same work as malice. Not one
editor called to verify before publishing an inflammatory misquote. The crowd
wants drama, it seems.
For the record, I do not believe the American flag stands for "intimidation, censorship, violence, bigotry, homophobia and shoving the Constitution
through a paper shredder."
I believe the opposite, and said so in a Sept. 25 op-ed piece in The
Chronicle, defending the flag from men who had waved it to justify death
threats against U.S. Rep. Barbara Lee, D-Oakland, and the murder of a Sikh man
in Arizona.
I asked if these monstrous men thought our flag stood for monstrous things
(that's the source of the infamous quote, snipped from its context), and
answered that I do not -- for me it's an emblem of peace, generosity, courage
and kindness.
I warned that in hard times, some confuse a nationalistic intolerance for
patriotism. And my intolerant detractors chose this warning, out of all I've
written, to turn on its head and use to bash me as unpatriotic.
Believe me, irony is not dead.
Like millions of Americans, I'm devoted to my country and also to spiritual
convictions that don't allow me to celebrate violence as the best solution to
any problem.
I've joined a legion of writers in recent months -- Susan Sontag, Wendell
Berry, Alice Walker, Molly Ivins, Arundhati Roy, Barry Lopez and many more --
who are addressing the complex struggle of reconciling national and moral
imperatives.
Extremists who won't tolerate this kind of dialogue have attacked us
mightily in print, without quoting our actual words or ideas, but rather,
declaring us un-American for fabricated reasons -- in my case they invariably
haul out that one misquote about the flag -- and pronouncing direly that no
one had better listen to us, they'd best play it safe and just hate us. A few
citizens have obliged by sending me a brand of vitriol previously unthinkable
to me, in my many years of receiving mail from strangers.
But I hear in much greater numbers from readers who've read me -- not just
read about me -- and who appreciate words expressing the complexities that
have tormented them since our horrible September.
If anyone believes ambivalence about war needn't be given a voice, because
it's such a miniscule component of the American conversation, they should see
this mountain of supportive mail.
Thoughtful readers like these know enough to roll their eyes whenever
anyone tries to claim sole custody of our flag and wield it as a blunt
instrument. They've responded to the assaults on writers of conscience by
purchasing our books in record numbers; they've risen above fundamentalist
thinking by reading voraciously about Islam and relevant political history.
Many Americans understand patriotism as a higher calling than gossip-mongering.
If anyone else still thinks patriotism demands resolute obedience to the
majority, let's go to Exhibit B. I have two American flags in my house. Both
were gifts; one was handmade by a child, a few stars shy of regulation but
nonetheless cherished. Each has its place where I can look up and remember:
That's mine. It protects and represents me only because of Ida B. Wells, Susan
B. Anthony and countless other women who risked everything so I could be a
full citizen.
Each of us who is female, nonwhite or without land would have been
guaranteed in 1776 the same voting rights as a horse. We owe a precious debt
to Americans before us who refused to believe patriotism just meant going with
the crowd.
Our history is one of courageous flag-wavers who risked threats and public
ridicule for an unpopular cause: ours. Now that flag is mine to carry on,
defending freedom and justice for all.
As we rebuild ourselves from the most terrible assault we've ever known, we
raise our flags for what we love, declaring that heartlessness can't steal
heart. No insult can touch the fact that we care enough about our country to
work for what's best in us.
We've declared ourselves solidly behind New York and every victim of Sept.
11, vowing that an injury to one of us is an injury to all. If our hearts are
in that pledge, we can take the next step and dedicate ourselves to a mindful
protection of religious and political minorities in our midst.
There are as many ways to love America as there are Americans. Our country
needs us all.
Barbara Kingsolver is the author of nine books and recipient of the 2000 National Humanities Medal. Her next book, "Small Wonder," is a collection of essays due out in May.
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