Everyone should watch Nick Kristof and his team’s riveting
26 minute documentary,
on the New York Times website, “From North Korea, with Dread.” Unlike the oft-asked
post-9/11 question, there’s no ambiguity about why the North Koreans hate us.
They are not allowed to forget that General Curtis LeMay’s U.S. Strategic Air Command
bombed them almost to oblivion back in the mid-20th century. And now
they have our juvenile president’s intemperate threats, let alone the fate of
Saddam and Qaddafi, to remind them just how worthy of their ill will we remain
so many years later.
Mr. Trump fits perfectly into the script of Kim Jung Un’s hatemongering
propaganda. Kim distracts his Stepford-citizens from realizing that they have either
completely lost the ability to think for themselves or they are terrified to
say what they really think—at least the ones captured by Kristof’s cameras. Trump’s
threats allow Kim to distract his people from his own venality and
murderousness. The North Koreans, the
privileged ones in Pyongyang and not in concentration camps, live in a dream
world where the repeated motif of a ballistic missile is used as a bizarre
decorative motif in amusement parks, at concerts, at museums of technology,
even in kindergartens. Almost their entire national identity seems to be bound
up in their presumed capacity to destroy the United States.
Kristof asserts that we are far closer to actual war than
most of us realize. That is horrifying because so many on the Korean peninsula,
North and South both, would die—for nothing other than a 3rd grade
pissing contest between two unpredictable leaders lost in an echo chamber of
threat. Fear of the weapons themselves enlarges the mutual paranoia and willful
ignorance that is a major cause of conflict. Kim assumes that he can avoid the
fate of other dictators if only he can deploy enough missiles and warheads;
Trump wonders how long he can afford to wait before Kim becomes too much of a
threat and he himself looks like an appeaser. The result is, to use the title
of an excellent new book on 21st century nuclear weapons edited by
Dr. Helen Caldecott, we are “Sleepwalking
to Armageddon.”
Brainwashing is not confined to North Korea. Our media
culture in the U.S. has become a free-for-all, a polarized babble that is the
obverse side of the coin of North Korean repression. Free (and much too quick) to speak our minds, we are losing
the capacity to find common ground in proven scientific, moral and political truths.
The president and Fox News form a closed feedback loop, where bloviators like
Sean Hannity revel in their influence over Trump and cater to his worst
instincts. The press toadies to Sarah Huckabee Sanders’ bullying in ways that
recall abject subservience to Kim Jung Un.
Without sinking into false equivalence, both countries are
brainwashed in their separate ways. If the North Koreans are brainwashed by a
complex system of almost complete internet censorship, blanket propaganda, and
“minders” listening day and night for hints of sedition, we in the U.S. are
brainwashed by our splitting off into separate camps that forget we are all in
this together. We live in the illusion that our
nuclear “superiority” will save us—a convenience for the faceless weapons corporations
who are all too happy that we are distracted by our oppositional social media
posts as they vacuum more and more taxes out of our pockets and into theirs.
Skirting this close to the edge of the abyss concentrates
the mind wonderfully. It reminds us that all life on this tiny blue planet came
from the same stupendous process of emergence—from pure energy, matter; from
matter, life in all its diversity; and from life, mammalian care for offspring
and a conscious capacity to wonder, question and explore. Will we allow the end
point of this great evolutionary story to become the vaporization of millions?
With what dreams is our childish behavior as “adults” haunting the sleep of the
world’s children, many of them already traumatized by war?
The religious sages all come up with variations on the same
theme of what our fulfillment as humans is meant to be: we are here to discover
how to love. Just as we care for
our children, we are meant to care for each other. This began as a tribal lesson—we care for the children of our tribe and protect them at all costs from
yours. Now the lesson has become
transnational, universal, inescapable: there is only one tribe, the human
tribe, tasked with the challenge of sustaining the living system around us that
makes our own lives possible. In an interdependent world, all war has become
civil war. To remain stuck in brittle North Korean tribalism or decadent American
tribalism is to court mass death. We can find ways to connect, even with our worst
enemies, on the basis of our shared desire to survive.
Given that, in Reagan’s words “a nuclear war can never be
won and must never be fought,” the first task of American presidents and their
generals in the nuclear age is war prevention. Toward that end, out of the 195
nations of the world, the vast majority, 122, have agreed at the United Nations
that nuclear weapons must be completely outlawed. Worldwide verifiable mutual
nuclear disarmament is ultimately the only way out of our present impasse with
North Korea.
Meanwhile, as Kristof and others have pointed out, a reasonable
first step could be that we back the bleep off of our incessant military
patrols up and down the borders of North Korea, lessening the threat to an
impoverished, proud little country in exchange for a possible nuclear freeze.
And would it not be a prudent investment on the part of our eviscerated State
Department to bring some North Koreans into our country to begin to break down
some dangerous stereotypes and misunderstandings?
Somewhere in a North Korean concentration camp we should
have faith that more than one truth-telling Solzhenitsyn keeps difficult watch.
With time and patience, change can come to North Korea without war. Auden ended his great poem about
brainwashing, “September 1, 1939” on a tentatively optimistic note:
Defenceless
under the night
Our world in
stupor lies;
Yet, dotted
everywhere,
Ironic points of
light
Flash out
wherever the Just
Exchange their
messages:
May I, composed
like them
Of Eros and of
dust,
Beleaguered by
the same
Negation and
despair,
Show an
affirming flame.