Under the Microscope
by Glynn Wilson
I must create a system, or be enslav’d by another man’s. I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
–Jerusalem
In 1957, the year I was born, this quotation was erected in Poet’s Corner of Westminster Abbey in London as a memorial to the poet William Blake and his wife.
One of the poets now associated with writing about change in the early days of the Industrial Revolution, Blake was among the literati of London’s intellectual circle though he was often labeled an eccentric or worse–insane or demented. His works did not gain much acclaim or commercial success until long after his death, an all-too-familiar story with poets and writers who are ahead of their time, including America’s own Henry David Thoreau.
The reason I bring it up this Sunday, as usual, is because it’s on my mind for a reason.
In spite of how random Web publishing must seem to people who are used to reading newspapers and getting their news from TV, I don’t do much of anything simply to fill the space between the ads on the ever-pressing arbitrary deadline that drives the traditional, establishment news media. I do things for a reason.
Yes, I feel the need to publish regularly, but there are no corporate management or printing press and delivery-truck-imposed deadlines. I write a column on Sunday because I feel like it. I can take in the Sunday papers online to some extent and then reflect on something going on in the world. And I often have a specific audience in mind as well as a specific set of issues.
As the U.S. Congress grapples with trying to save the American economy from the collapse of capitalism, and the activists on both sides try to maximize or minimize this crucial moment in our history for political purposes, I would much rather grapple with a larger point.
Today that point has to do with change and the need to deal with the ever-increasing speed of change.
I don’t know if it will do any good or not. But since I have done much in my life and times to show how democracy doesn’t work without an aggressive, thinking press, my quest is to create something new and do things differently.
The reason I am thinking about it now is because of a long conversation I had last night with an old friend who now lives in Orange Beach, Alabama, who works on a large recreational fishing boat. I won’t name him to protect the innocent.
For lack of a better way to characterize him, he is a conservative redneck who has no idea how to use a computer. Believe it or not, he has never seen a Website or conducted a Google search.
Yet he and many of his colleagues are desperate for someone to come down to the coast and get the real story on what’s going on in the Gulf of Mexico. It is not being covered by the newspapers or on TV.
On one side he sees federal scientists who are missing a lot of information about the fishing community when they write regulations governing his industry. That feeds his conservatism, since it fits into the stereotypical notion about the world fed by years of Southern propaganda. It feeds the notion that “the federal government is bad.”
That’s how George Wallace got elected governor four times in Alabama and how he almost got himself elected president. The irony now is that George W. Bush, whom the Wallace conservatives love, has almost proven it to be true.
In other words, to use a Bushism, under Bush, the federal government ain’t worth a shit. Nothing works.
On the other side, my friend is appalled by what he sees coming in this political argument we are having in the presidential campaign about oil drilling along the nation’s coasts.
The oil companies are now exploiting our fears about high gas prices to suggest drilling in ecologically sensitive inshore waters. And they are hoping to exploit the situation to convince the government to allow them to build floating refineries just off our public beaches.
His vehement opposition to those ideas is not only fed by his economic self-interest. It offends his native sense of conservation.
He knows, perhaps better than anyone around, how devastating that would be to the habitat where fish breed and spawn.
I know the issue pretty well myself since I spent a few years on the Gulf Coast in the early days when Florida fought off the oil companies at huge public hearings in Pensacola. In those days, the fight over oil drilling in the Gulf pitted the oil and gas industry against the industries involved in tourism and commercial and recreational fishing.
And no one, not one single news organization or political candidate, is giving the American people a sense of that fight in the current debate.
To Sara Palin and her conservative fans, the mantra “drill, baby, drill” becomes a one-dimensional image that seems to say it all. I mean, why dig any deeper?
All loyal Republicans will surely support it, since they believe in Bush’s black and white world and most drive gas-guzzling SUVs and some of them can’t even afford $4 a gallon gas.
But the political point and the economic story is not all that interests me. And $4 a gallon gas and the fear that the ATM machines won’t work next week when the banks collapse is not all that is driving our anxiety as a society.
If only we could stop for a few minutes and reflect on what it must have been like to live 200 years ago, when the industrial revolution began, or 100 years ago when it came to full-fruition in the early 20th century.
When I was trying to explain to my friend how stories are published on the Web and how blog advertising works and so forth, his reaction made me think of what it must have been like for those early Americans who were driving a horse and buggy rig down a dirt road when they first encountered a car. Or when someone first tried to explain to them how the internal combustion engines work. Or to those Americans who, upon their first encounter with a telephone, said, “This will never catch on.”
I am still struggling to get some of my friends to go beyond the telephone and embrace e-mail. There are many in our society who just can’t begin to grasp what’s going on. Change is coming too fast. Faster than it was 100 years ago and way faster than it was 200 years ago.
Yet for a certain crowd, I still have to deliver the news about what I’m covering on the telephone. These are people who do not read a newspaper and get most of their news from CNN, who only recently even found out that there was an alternative news network called MSNBC. I kid you not, Web fans.
So try explaining the Web Press to a Gulf fisherman. He probably still gets most of his information from radio. Conservative talk radio.
His frustration is that no one on talk radio knows anything about the fishing industry or the oil industry, beyond what kind of fish they like to eat and what the price of gas is today.
He understands how fish breed and spawn in the wetlands and why that is important. Most people only know what they like to order on the menu at the seafood restaurant when they are on vacation at the beach.
And he knows that an inshore oil refinery will not only pollute the water terribly. It will warm the water up and run off all the fish. And there goes the fishing industry and a good chunk of the tourism industry on Alabama’s Gulf Coast.
When I related my story this week about the fish kill in Roebuck Springs, he started telling me a story about a guy he knows who makes a living blowing up beaver dams with dynamite for private landowners, who want to be able to develop their property without having to deal with federal regulators.
“It’s just wrong, what he does, man,” my friend said. “And he doesn’t even know why.”
So there are several levels of intelligence to deal with here, and all of them are affected by what I like to call the “rapidity of change.”
It’s scary. It’s hard to understand. Our natural instinct is to fear what we don’t understand and to fight against change.
But there is a growing majority in America who know we have to change. And they know that the 72-year-old John McCain, who has spent the past 30 years inside Washington and who does not even know how to use a computer, hardly represents change.
He and his less-than-educated running mate are just not going to be able to think outside the box in a way that has a chance to get this country going in the right direction again.
We need almost revolutionary changes now just to keep up after the past eight years of Bush-Cheney.
We were on the cutting edge at the turn of the 21st century with a budget surplus. Now we are on the verge of being owned by China.
All of this happened while Bush rode his mountain bike and McCain hugged him and believed, wrongly we now know, that the “foundation of our economy is sound.”
They believed you could just go for a bike ride and put out a press release telling the American people to go shopping and the economy would take care of itself, because they believed that “greed works.”
I think it’s safe to say, now, we know unbridled greed doesn’t work.
Why do I bring up William Blake? According to historians, the poet had several patrons over the course of his life (something us bloggers could use a little more of). And Blake produced voluminous works in his time, yet he often lived in abject poverty (something else we know a little about).
Though it is hard to classify Blake’s body of work in one genre (us too), he heavily influenced the Romantic poets with recurring themes of good and evil, heaven and hell, knowledge and innocence, and external reality versus inner knowledge. (We have already influenced the mainstream media and public opinion and continue to do so.) He was ahead of his time because he went against the common conventions of the time (you get my drift by now).
Blake believed in sexual and racial equality and justice for all, for example, and rejected the Old Testament’s teachings in favor of the New. In the days when slavery was still legal, he abhorred oppression in all its forms.
We too will continue to fight the same battles today on this new platform called a blog, no matter what the critics say behind our back or on their blogs — or on talk radio.
For we also believe this, as Blake once wrote: “In that no man can think, write or speak from his heart, but he must intend truth.”
That is our mission. Whether you consider this art, jibber jabber, or journalism, it has to be honest and it has to be about an attempt to get at the truth.
Everything else is just PR for profit. It’s just a waste of ink and paper and bandwidth for nothing but greed.