Daniel Greenfield October 11, 2023 @ Sultan Knish Blog
Picture a large family living in one
house. They may have been a cozy tight-knit family once, but years of
resentments have turned them against each other. The mother and father
are both having affairs. The in-laws have long resentments built up that
evolved into seething hatred. The kids are dysfunctional, anti-social
and escaping into their own delusional fantasy worlds or getting high on
drugs.
And then one evening, someone opens fire on the house.
Shards of broken glass and shrapnel fill the living room. Many of the
family members are injured. Some are killed. In the throes of the
crisis, they put away their grievances and hostilities. Wounds are
bandaged and last words are whispered. Some drive to the hospital while
others set out to look for the perpetrator vowing to avenge the dead.
The
feelings hold strong for a few days, a few weeks and maybe even a few
months. But then life goes back to normal. The perpetrator is never
found. The old hatreds, always much nearer, are embraced. The brief
period of unity is dismissed as insincere posturing. The different
family members start to blame each other for the attack, for not having
been watchful enough or even for secretly carrying it out.
And
after the broken glass was cleaned away, everything in the house has
gone back to the way it was. The family hate each other all over again.
Maybe even worse than they did before. And just as they're back at each
other's throats, it happens again. Once again there's bodies and broken
glass.
This is America after 9/11. And all the attacks
afterward. It's also Israel, Europe and much of the world. If the attack
is bad enough, we briefly wake up, we pull together and rediscover who
we are as a nation and a culture. What ought to be an empowering and
invigorating experience never gels into anything because we are
dysfunctional, because we live in delusional fantasy worlds, and because
the idea that there is an outside enemy worse than our internecine
hatreds appears impossible and unreal.
Islamic terrorism is
reality. It's a hard and sharp edged reality. It's knives, bullets and
bombs. It's fires and broken glass. It slashes its way through an unreal
fantasy world of media and social media, of celebrity gossip, movie
trailers, trending topics and the nonsense that fills our heads and our
everyday lives.
It's too real because we've become unaccustomed
to reality. The thing about reality is that it's ugly. Like a patient
dying in an ICU or like the smell of a dead animal in a slaughterhouse,
it's a reality we don't like to confront. And we've built elaborate
systems to keep us from confronting it. A big enough attack, a massive
spectacle, can cut through all the layers of imaginary things coating
our brains and our eyes.
But only for so long.
The viral
ideas that pass for reality quickly incorporate the latest attack into
the realm of the unreal. Simple and straightforward brutality is
overlaid with the sophisticated analyses of a decadent society.
Academics pontificate on how the straightforward Islamic barbarism of
over a thousand years is the result of globalism, colonialism and
capitalism. Conspiracy theorists refuse to believe that a bunch of men
named Mohammed really did and wire it into their favorite fantasies of
secret agencies, multinational bankers, pharmaceutical companies and
vast secretive movements. And eventually the actual reality of the
attack disappears and the old worldviews that ruled the shadows of our
minds reassert themselves.
We go back to the way things were
before 9/11 or the latest Islamic terrorist attack. And to do that all
we have to do is ignore Islamic terrorism. We have to explain what
happened in terms of our resentments of each other and then the family
dynamic can return. Things can be like they were.
Islamic
terrorism is an unwelcome distraction because we don't actually control
it and because it is all too real. It diverts us from whatever it was we
were focused on before it happened. It forces us to sit up and pay
attention to something that is real in a way that none of the abstract
politics before it were.
But the familiar reasserts itself. Unity
breaks apart. We start blaming each other and arguing over the right
response. And we discover that we are much more comfortable fighting
each other than Islam.
In Israel, it's beginning to happen already just as it did in America.
A
week ago, Israelis on the left were seriously asserting that Netanyahu
was planning to make himself king. And then suddenly a shocking and
horrifying reality arrived. Will Israelis pull together? They have for
the moment. But the usual political players are maneuvering for
advantage. The families of the hostages are threatening to shake the
government. There's grousing about inadequate preparation. And the
conspiracy theorists have already arrived to explain that the whole
thing was clearly done by the government because how else could it have
missed the Hamas attack. (This shortly after the 50th anniversary of the
Yom Kippur during which the government missed a much larger invasion.)
All of this is normal. But normalcy is exactly the problem.
The
only way to fight Islamic terrorism is to leave a dysfunctional
normalcy behind and rediscover what it means to be a nation fighting for
its survival against enemies whose evil is utterly unmitigated.
Out of such stone, great nations, peoples and heroes were once carved.
But
for many the reality of Islamic terrorism is an unwelcome distraction
from whatever rabbit holes they've gone down. Fantasy is more malleable,
more exciting and less painful than reality. In fantasy, you are a main
character, whereas in reality, you're someone cowering under a table
waiting to die.
And who wants to live in reality? Strong men and
women, not necessarily physically, but mentally and morally, who are
not easily swayed or crazed, who stick to common sense and hard choices.
Unfortunately the peoples of the world have become weak,
crazed, deadened, maddened and, like the former citizens of Byzantium,
determined to keep fighting each other to the last minute while the
Islamic hordes advance.
Reality is inescapable. We saw that in
Israel again, just as we see it with every act of Islamic terrorism.
It's the outside world breaking through the illusions we've embraced and
forcing us to look up from them. We can either wake up and stay awake.
Or we can go back to sleep until we perish.
Rabbit holes are interestingly convoluted places, but spend enough time in them and you die.
Get out of the rabbit holes, stand together, fight the enemy and live.
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