OKC and other bombs

[Andrew Dinn]

Ted Samsel writes [re recent US bombings]:

> I don't address the literature aspect of such acts, but rather, would like
> to interject an observation on this tragedy that my Dutch physician and I
> came up with today when I visited him for a sinus infection.

> The US is merely recieving a wake-up call, not from an ideology, but from
> the situation in the rest of the world. Witness Basque bombings, the Red
> Brigade, Baader-Meinhof, IRA, Senderos, usw. elsewhere in the world. He
> opined that if this had happened in NYC, DC, etc., the response would
> not have been so dramatic. Just think! The US is finally civilized; just
> like Europe.

> And as H Rap Brown said, "Violence is as American as apple pie."

This is certainly how it looks from the outside. The nation goes into
shock and the TV news, all too keen to display the blood and gore,
reassures anxious children (some of them under the age of 18) that
actually they are quite safe and there is no real danger of being
killed. Who is going to provide such `therapy' for the children of
Croatiobosnovia? Who is going to tuck up the children of Baghdad safe
from typhoid and cholera? Welcome to Disneyland, foax. You have merely
paid the for admission ticket. The rides are not for free.

And if you think Pynchon was promoting this brand of rebellion or even
flagging it's arrival perhaps you might like to connect to the pynchon
web server and (re)traverse the streets and minds of Watts. What is
amazing is the tolerance of the *real* dispossessed in US society to
the wilful ignorance and neglect of the moral minority. The handful of
paranoids who take arguments about `individual responsibility' to the
extreme are merely an epiphenomenon of a much more pernicious disease.
And I suspect that the sort of revolt Pynchon writes about is only
ever going to be a private affair.

"It took the dreyfus Affair to get the Zionists out and doing, finally:
 what will drive you out of your soup-kettle?"


Andrew Dinn
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