Some
Independence Day links for your perusal (obrigado per
Sarah Hoyt).
And
Some Thoughts on American Patriotism:
… Following
911, I expected French friends and acquaintances of mine who came back
from visits to the U.S. to return with some sense of respect or
admiration. Don't kid yourselves! Many shared the same tone of
exasperation and disbelief in their voices: How can one be so patriotic
(that is, so superstitious)?

It
was a rhetorical question, and some were surprised that I answered it.
My answer was that I didn't know what they are talking about. What
happens when one goes to the United States? One sees a lot of
flags
and… That's about it. Ain't that right? One does not see hysterical
demonstrations walking down the avenues. One does not see signs reading
"Down with the Taliban" or "Death to Iraq". One does not hear the
"cowboys" shout "Vive la guerre!" I have not seen many Americans set
fire to Iraqi or Afghan (or Vietnamese) flags. I don't remember seeing
any throw tomatoes or molotov cocktails on the Soviet or Chinese
embassies.
When one points out that
George W Bush made
a speech in an American mosque,
or that he observed Ramadan, or that he spoke of a Marshall Plan for
Afghanistan, the reaction is only horse laughter or scorn, because of
course — of course! — it can only be a sham. (As it happens, it is not
in America that mosques [or synagogues] are burnt down at alarming
rates.)

In
January 2002, the Council of American-Islamic Relations put the
responsability of eight murders on reactions to the events of September
11. The authorities could only confirm one of those, at the most two,
as motivated by anti-Arab hatred. In any case, one is far from that
fear (expressed in America as well as elsewhere) that Americans, as a
people, would lump Muslims in general together with the terrorists (
faire l'amalgame)
and unleash a wave of terror against the Muslim population of their
country. (Once more, the Europeans hold that without their precious
advice, unthinking Americans could only act irresponsibly — how modest
of those Europeans.)
We have seen many a time on this weblog that by simply doing a
little digging, it appears that so-called humanistic activists (whether
in the shape of intellectuals, groups, national leaders, or countries)
are not as neutral, idealistic, and lucid as they seem to believe
themselves, but present many an inconsistency, often more than the
Americans they criticize. Thus it is with patriotism as well. In
contrast to the irony expressed when dealing with American patriotism
(and that of other Western countries), they seem often to lose all their
marbles when confronted with the national pride of developing
countries. They can only marvel when third-world countries (or, rather,
their unelected leaders) evoke "national aspirations" and the
construction and the future of their nations.
In
the aftermath of 911, then, Americans unfurled the Stars and Stripes,
voiced their support for the acting president, and pulled up their
sleeves to go to work. Insofar as this character trait is supposed to
provoke ridicule, I find it rather solemn and low key. And there is
nothing new about this. In fact, the journalist Arthur Higbee, a Pacific
War veteran, wrote in the
International Herald Tribune that after Pearl Harbour, America's attitude was even more low key.
Very few people hung out flags, and nobody wore a flag lapelpin.
No flag-waving was needed. The tone of the nation was one of grim
determination. Recruiting offices were overflowing.

"Grim determination": there is a better description of patriotic America, today and in the past, than
Dana Burde's pacifist caricature which was praised by
Le Monde
("the loud cries demanding war and vengeance, combined with media
censorship, have almost drowned out the few voices of the left" [the
only voices filled with reason and understanding, of course, you
realize]) — a caricature which has been eagerly repeated day in and day
out in the French media, in the European media, and in the Arab media
for years.
But it is not only in wartime that American patriotism is
low-key. While many countries favor solemn military parades on their
national holidays, or at least a predominant role for the military, the
Fourth of July is, above all things, a party. Oh, of course there is
the flag ceremony, with a handful of military people present from each
service — army, navy, air force, marines — but it's above all a party,
with barbecueing (hotdogs, burgers, spare ribs, etc), games, and
fireworks.
And
if the military — and veterans — have a special place at the
festivities, whether on July Fourth or other holidays, they are only a
piece of the puzzle which also includes bands, pompon girls, floats,
ethnic pride groups, cowboys, Indians, and clowns — I've seen a parade
where the marching soldiers were preceded, followed, and surrounded by
dozens of clowns. (Try that on the Champs-Élysées, in Red Square, on at
Tien An Men!)
As I write this —
4 juillet oblige — I am listening to the
Jingle Cats sing
The Star-Spangled Banner and
Yankee Doodle Dandy.
For some reason, I have trouble imagining a lucid Frenchman, a
down-to-earth Russian, or a wise Chinese person setting their national
anthems to cats' meows.
Non, their wailing takes other, less enjoyable, directions.
Wailing
Europeans and other Uncle Sam detractors ought to make sure they keep
their droning continuous and never-ending. Because, if instead of
endlessly lamenting the distressing state of Americans' patriotism, they
were to shut up and try and study it a little more closely and a little
more rationally, they might come to believe that Yankee patriotism is
not so mystical, or frightening, or perilous, as is commonly believed.
Then they would have less to wail about. Can you imagine that!?
Wouldn't that be awful?!
As for me, for some reason, I prefer the laughter and the joy of the American spirit.
Happy
Fourth of July, everybody!