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An “American” publishes a magazine

Posted on Tuesday, February 8, 2011 in Issues, Opinion

by Wallace Shawn

In 2004, in association with Seven Stories Press, I published a magazine called Final Edition that was designed to have only one issue.

Most of the writers who appear in this magazine live in New York. We are all “Americans.” We all live in the United States. And we have to think about being Americans, because this is a very unusual moment in the history of this country or any country.

A few months ago, the American public, who in political theory and to some extent even in reality are “sovereign” in the United States, were given a group of pictures showing American soldiers tormenting desperate, naked, extremely thin people in chains – degrading them, mocking them, and physically torturing them.

And the question arose, how would the American public react to that? And the answer was that in their capacity as individuals, certain people definitely suffered or were shocked when they saw the pictures. But in their capacity as the sovereign public, they did not react. A great public cry of lamentation and outrage did not rise up across the land. The president and his highest officials were not compelled to abase themselves publicly, apologize, and resign nor did they find themselves thrown out of office, nor did the political candidates from the party out of power grow hoarse with denouncing the astounding crimes that were witnessed by almost everyone alive all over the world. As far as one could tell, over a period of weeks, the atrocities shown in the pictures had been assimilated into the list of things that the American public was willing to consider normal and that they could accept. And so now one has to ask, well, what does that portend? And so we have to think about being Americans and living in the United States.

To be absolutely frank, the words “the United States” are not interesting to me, and I would much rather think about something else and talk about something else. Life is shockingly short even for those lucky enough to live to be a hundred, and I’d rather fill my brain with, for example, the gorgeous songs called “Book of the Hanging Gardens” by Arnold Schoenberg than with thoughts about men in Washington, D.C., who have a sick need to set fire to cities, wear enormous crowns, and march across crowds of prostrate people. In a way I find those men very, very boring, but the problem is that they would say that all of the marching and trampling they’re doing is actually for the benefit of me and everyone I know, and unfortunately I have to admit that that actually is true. It’s simply true, certainly in regard to me. I lead a very nice, very easy life, thanks to the oil and other supplies that these boring and unappealing men have collected and delivered to my apartment. So I’m up to my neck in being an American, whether I like it or not.

Of course I don’t like it, because I don’t feel a loyalty to this or any other place, apart from our very beautiful planet as a whole. It’s not about the United States. Yes, the United States was created through a genocide, but on the other hand the United States has always had some wonderful characteristics. I don’t love it, and I don’t un-love it. The point is that if things had been left to me, nation-states in general would probably never have been invented. I don’t believe in passports or laws on “immigration.” I resent going through “Customs and Immigration” at my own country’s borders or anyone else’s, and I resent the fact that I need anybody’s permission to go anywhere, or that anyone does. I don’t value an American life more than I value a Nigerian life. I don’t think it’s more important for an American to have a job that for a Guatemalan to have a job. I just happen to have been born here. That’s it. Well, and then I stayed here – in large part because New York City felt actually like a somewhat thrilling microcosm of the world to me – part of one country, part of the United States, yet not really.

In confusing times and bad times, it seems natural to collect around oneself a group of friends and people one trusts, to try to figure things out. So that’s what this is. It’s not going to be an institution, because I don’t understand institutions or usually enjoy them, and in general they might be part of the grandiosity that is part of our problem. So that why this magazine is going out of business after its first issue and has therefore been given the name Final Edition.

Bring on the comments

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  2. Quite interesting thread. Thank you and waiting for another one.

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    This really is an excellent written piece! I’ve book-marked it and posted this out to most of my friends since I know they shall be curious, thank you very much!

  6. Very interesting entry, I look forward to the next!

  7. very informative blog thanks

  8. DK Jones says:

    A very interesting and introspective article.

    I have always appreciated being born in the USA and have never taken that priviledge for granted.

    You always find challenging articles Jerry, thank you for sharing this one.

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