by Ariel Dorfman
Day after day over the past three years, as I watched Americans respond to the terror that unexpectedly descended upon them on September 11th, 2001, the direst memories of Chile and its dictatorship resonated in my mind. There was something dreadfully familiar in the patriotic posturing, the militarization of society, the way in which anyone who dared to be faintly critical was automatically branded as a traitor. Yes, I had seen that before: “You are either with us or against us.” I had seen it far too often — national security trumpeted as a justification for any excess in the pursuit of an elusive enemy.
Who could have imagined that in the United States, with its independent judiciary, thousands of men could be rounded up in the night — many only because of their Muslim religion or foreign nationality — without recourse to a trial, without even an acknowledgment that they had been arrested? Who could have dared to suggest that there would ever be “desaparecidos” in America? And there it was as well, torture being discussed as a legitimate option to protect a community in peril, and then being used in Guantanamo and Afghanistan, and even obscenely photographed in Iraq — yes, there they were again, the depressing echoes of my Chile.
But worse perhaps than all of this was the erosion of the moral compass of America, the seeming indifference of the seeming majority to the suffering of others, the casual acceptance of “collateral damage” as an unquestioned consequence of the war on “terrorism,” the demonization of an ubiquitous foe who had to be destroyed without second thoughts — and often without first ones as well; without, in fact, any thoughtfulness at all. That was far more terrifying than the criminal attacks on New York and Washington: To realize that the Chile of strongman Augusto Pinochet was not that far away, not that difficult to imitate, that it was already hovering in the future and ready to materialize if we were not vigilant.
I would read the news each morning in my home in North Carolina and each morning I would feel the same sudden stab of vertigo. Was history repeating itself yet one more tired time? Could it really be that simple to corrupt American democracy? Could the citizens of the United States be so easily twisted and manipulated by their fear?
The answer was, in fact, no, not that easily.
commondreams.org
(more…)