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Title: Forget Terrorism Author: CrimethInc. Date: January 4, 2004 Language: en Topics: terrorism, reality Source: Retrieved on 7th November 2020 from https://crimethinc.com/2004/01/04/forget-terrorism
A person who has a sense that her life is meaningful and her destiny is
in her hands is in fundamental ways more alive than a person who does
not. In that sense, on September 11, terrorists used airplanes to kill
thousands of people, and politicians and media used the event to kill a
little bit of everyone who survived.
Here’s one of those rare stories that gets the same spin from both the
corporate and the independent media: there was a brief window of time
between November 1999 and September 2001 when the most fundamental
conflict in the world was between power and people. Up until the Berlin
wall fell [1], it had been between capitalism and communism; now, as
everyone knows, it’s between terrorism and so-called democracy. But for
that brief, exhilarating period, the primary dichotomy in more and more
people’s minds was between hierarchy and domination on the one hand and
autonomy, liberty, and cooperation on the other.
Everywhere across the planet, people were starting to organize
themselves, testing their hands at self-directed activities and pushing
back when state and corporate interests tried to interfere. As summits
of the economic elite were shut down, local collectives assembled, and
global networks of resistance linked up, it began to feel like the
future was up for grabs. But no one on either side of the barricades had
factored in the unsettled accounts U.S. foreign policy had wrought in
the third world, and everything changed the day terrorists, directed by
a former employee of the C.I.A., brought those chickens home to roost in
New York City.
Everyone knows the unutterable tragedy that occurred that morning, when
thousands of human beings lost their lives in an act of cold-blooded
violence. But another tragedy, a stranger, subtler one, compounded the
first: the tragedy that occurs in this society when a large number of
people have the misfortune of losing their lives live on international
television.
An interesting side effect of the events of September 11 was that
television news ratings shot through the roof. Everyone was glued to the
television: and all conversations, in every city, state, and nation,
were about New York City. Suddenly — because what one thinks about is
one’s reality — New York City, and more specifically the attack and
deaths, were the epicenter of reality, and the zones radiating outward
from it were less and less real. The most a man in Iowa could hope for
was to have a family member in the towers, so he could be connected by
blood to the things that mattered. That, of course, is an insensitive
overstatement — but let’s not deny that some of us who didn’t have such
a relative felt a twinge of secret, perhaps subconscious jealousy of
those who did, who could speak with such anguish and outrage about the
one and only subject on anyone’s mind.
In the same way that serial killers and serial dramas, disaster movies
and real disasters command attention, so did New York City: and everyone
outside the city was paralyzed, looking on from a distance, wondering
what would happen next as one does in a movie theater. We were all
powerless, our sense of agency gone at the most urgent of times. Those
of us who opposed corporate media and otherwise refused to be complicit
in our own passivity still stared at the screen with everyone else;
those who did not have such an analysis watched and accepted the
conclusions of the talking heads as if they were their own. Later, doing
as they were told, they raised a flag that was not their own, either.
So-called “activists” were among the ones most paralyzed, comparatively
speaking. Those who had shared a sense that they could change the world
now froze up as if hypnotized. This was certainly convenient for the
powers that be, who scripted the coverage and spin of the tragedy — but
why did this happen?
If you want to disable people, make them feel insignificant. Feeling
insignificant paralyzes; without morale and momentum, all the power in
the world — and remember, that power is made up of the assembled powers
of all individuals, it is not some scepter wielded from above — can only
be applied accidentally, according to the dictates of the few whose
sense of entitlement is reinforced by their titles and television
exposure. Feelings of insignificance render insignificant; desperation
to be “where the action is” replaces the ability to decide for oneself
what the action should be.
The underlying message of the news, the implication hammered deeper home
with every replay of the towers collapsing, was that whatever we little
people did, world history, and therefore real life, was out of our
hands. The trivial little games activists and communities had been
playing were irrelevant; no one would pay attention any longer, let
alone join in. This was not necessarily true, of course. But it was news
because it was on the news, and because it was news it made itself
true.[2]
Ironically, this displacement of meaning — this centering of attention
upon New York City as the global nucleus of meaning itself — was exactly
what had outraged and baited the terrorists. But striking back at the
heart of the empire with the same violence they had learned from it,
they simply fed the beast — for whether you suffer it or apply it,
terrorism is the ultimate spectator sport, and spectatorship can only
consolidate power in the hands of the ones who direct the spotlight.
Those towers were not just a locus of financial power, but even more so
of iconographic power — the most valuable currency in this information
age. How is that kind of power gathered and reproduced? In the same way
financial capital is gathered and reproduced: moguls centralize and
monopolize it by impoverishing others of the sense that their life has
meaning, thus forcing them to buy in to their mass-produced meanings.
For example: people in small town America watch television instead of
talking with each other, just as indigenous peoples outside the U.S.
seek sweatshop employment, because it seems to be the only game town.
This isn’t natural — for the mass-manufactured alternatives to appear
desirable, those television watchers have to have lost the intimate
connections and ongoing projects that would have brought them together
off their couches, just as the natives have to have had their
traditional life ways destroyed by conquistadors. Disneyland is as fun
as Des Moines is dull, just as Michael Jordan is as rich as a Nike
sweatshop worker is poor — these are not coincidences. Economic
exploitation and media domination are essentially the same process,
carried out on different levels.
So in terms of the war for sense of self that has gone on between us and
mass media for generations now, September 11^(th), 2001 saw an act of
superlative terrorism carried out against every one of us: not just in
the hijacking and crashing of the planes, but in the way the event was
used to hijack and crash the budding sense that we could determine
reality for ourselves. This consolidated power in the hands of the U.S.
government, among others, who used it to further paralyze and distract
people by starting a series of controversial wars.[3] In a time when the
hierarchical elite was anxious to come up with a new false dichotomy to
distract everyone from the fundamental struggle between power and
people, nothing could have been more opportune.
The question, now — the ultimate question, on which all life hinges — is
how we can once more reframe the terms of this conflict. It is not a
question merely of peace versus war: the decade of “peace” that led up
to the September 11 attacks was sufficiently bloody to persuade a
generation of suicide bombers that it was worth dying to get revenge on
the West, and a new peace under the current conditions would be even
more treacherous. Nor can we cast this as a conflict between ideologies:
we cannot afford to be armchair quarterbacks any longer, backing our
favored teams or themes against others while bullets and bombs rain
randomly into the stands. The question is — always is, no matter who is
dying or killing, no matter what is said on television — what we can do
ourselves, what we make of our lives, how each of us interacts with
global events in our daily decisions. Our opponents are those who would
hinder our efforts and obscure this question for their own ends, who
would rather rule over a world of passive spectators wracked by terror
and war than take a place among equals acting to correct the injustices
that provide justifications for politicians and terrorists alike.
Everyone knows, if it were up to us there would be no more wars, no more
exploitation, no more terrorism. It is up to us.
[1] History is rife with ironic coincidences, not the least of which
being that the Berlin wall fell on 11/9.
[2] This shows how much we’ll have to learn about being able to ignore
the media, if we are to build a sustainable liberation movement.
[3] As Hitler said, if you want to keep soldiers from stopping to think
for themselves, keep your armies marching — and that goes for liberal
protesters as well as army recruits.