Where Do You Place 9/11?

That great voice of contemplative thought, the NYT op-ed, published a really interesting essay yesterday by Joseph J. Ellis, a professor of history at Mount Holyoke College. Entitled “Finding a Place for 9/11 in American History”, it posed that interesting question from a historical perpective. What caught my eye most of all was that, even though we are four and a half years past 9/11, we may be only read these sort of thoughts now. Here is the full essay in a non-subscription-only format:

Here is my version of the top tier: the War for Independence, where defeat meant no United States of America; the War of 1812, when the national capital was burned to the ground; the Civil War, which threatened the survival of the Union; World War II, which represented a totalitarian threat to democracy and capitalism; the cold war, most specifically the Cuban missile crisis of 1962, which made nuclear annihilation a distinct possibility. Sept. 11 does not rise to that level of threat because, while it places lives and lifestyles at risk, it does not threaten the survival of the American republic, even though the terrorists would like us to believe so.

His last point is interesting. The terrorists would like the US and other free nations to fall into the belief that freedom is at risk. This is different that saying freedom is under attack, of course. But reacting as if it is at risk creates the real danger, Ellis argues:

It is completely understandable that those who lost loved ones on that date will carry emotional scars for the remainder of their lives. But it defies reason and experience to make Sept. 11 the defining influence on our foreign and domestic policy. History suggests that we have faced greater challenges and triumphed, and that overreaction is a greater danger than complacency.

Of course, there is nothing as interesting as someone who agrees with something you have written before. In the fall of 2003, I was very surprised to find that the relative fear level of 9/11 was considered greater than in the Cold War, the latter end of which framed my youth. In March 2004, I thought about it again and did so again in October 2004.

Where do we stand now that we have learned that 9/11 will not be repeated annually, that we have seen great changes or perhaps only admissions as to the way we are watched and interogated when suspected, that we now know that giving people the right to vote will not ensure those people will vote for what you want? I don’t mean this as a telling “gotcha” sort of comment so much as an invitation to ask yourself it is now acceptable to consider and perhaps reconsider given almost half a decade of subsequent history.

Thanks A Lot

It is a funny thing in the Canadian character that we love to be mentioned, to be thanked as a nation. It is good to do something good, for sure – but sometimes I think we would get all gooey over being over-praised for a smallish thing than be proud in an achievement despite no much notice being paid. None of this is to take away in the the slightest from any of the good things done or recognition being made in the wake of Katrina…but making a list of all the people who say nice things and making a lead article out of it in a national paper is a tiny bit strange – but more in a sweet way than needy.

Sort of a variant of when Canada is noticed and a close tangent to worrying about not being too American.

Whiggery

I am surprised by the interest I am apparently sustaining in reading Saul Cornell’s book The Other Founders: Anti-Federalism and the Dissenting Tradition in America, 1788-1828.

One thing I am learning a bit about is whig republicanism, a movement that probably (if I knew anything) can be dated between roughly 1660 to 1820 in the USA and UK. It is pre-romantic but post-divine right. Something about meritocracy combining with disinterested civil duty. Natural leaders leading the three classes with respect for the roles of each of the three classes. They never fully organized in the UK and never really led the American revolution but heralded the transition to democracy…sort of…I think.

Anyone know more about the whigs and can you recommend any reading?

New Lew

There are days – often called Monday – when you wake up wondering why you wrote that two years ago, what you are going to say at the seminar and why you never followed up on that dream you had at 21 to mow Fenway. Then…you find out the noisy neighbours have moved out and that what you wrote is not what it was being taken for AND your copy of the newly published text Virginia, Maryland & Delaware Breweries (includes Washington DC) by Lew Bryson was delivered today! The third in the series after NY and PA and I am sure as good – especially as he has that chapter on “Regional Foods” through which I learned to seek out, from the volume on NY, the hot and the garbage plate. Don’t you all really need a copy?

You will probably find some deeper delving in the next few days at the beer blog. Way to go, Lew.

Chemerinsky v. Tribe

I still need an good introductory text to US constitutional law…introductory for someone who has done six or so years involved in the acquisition of law degrees, that is. I am considering – for work and for play – acquiring Chemerinsky’s text Constitutional Law: Principles and Policies.

I have also been recommended Lawrence Tribe’s American Constitutional Law from the best of advisors (and have enjoyed the one by him I have read) but am now concerned that it is a 1978 text and apparently only a first volume of a never completed two text set.

Comments? Critiques?

Garrity Of The Times

Ok – I know…we all know…I made The New York Times first (and the Business section is so much cooler than the Arts one) but… it is still very mucho neato that little Stevie Garrity, one of my once teen clients who I met back in 1998, got himself referenced in the global paper of record, too – just this morning on his non-iPod approach to “podcasting”…or what in reality is called web radio:

Producing downloadable audio shows – getting around copyright obstacles with music, creating syndicated content that suits a subscription model of delivery, possibly introducing video – poses fascinating questions that obsess podcasters. But none of this need concern anyone who just wants to listen to new music or independent talk radio in a car or in the gym, where podcasts are most enjoyable. (Many people use portable music players, especially iPods, to listen to podcasts, but others – like Steven Garrity, a Web developer in Charlottetown, Prince Edward Island, who has offered audio programming since 2003 – just hook a Pioneer stereo from the 1970’s up to a laptop.)

Other than the fact is that it is his living room lifestyle that is referenced as globe-worthy news, the neato-est thing is he is also getting married today and…and…ok, its the beginning of my vacation, too, and I am going to Portland, Maine to the beaches which is also where Steve had the best bowl of beef stew he has ever had at a lovely place called Katadyn. It was dubbed The Stew That The Lord MadeTM…and so it was.

I bought him a really neato wedding present that I have yet to send which will make him more of a rock star…if that is possible. Until then, this is my song is my gift for Steve on his big day which I really recommend as a first dance at the reception: [3.5 MB .wma file]. I really think his decision to go with the flesh tone body suit for that first dance is a brave move.

A Cursed Bloggy Game Of Book Tag

Ben at Tiger in Winter made me do this, though I hate the me-me thing.

Number of books I own: about 12 shelves worth shelf being about 28 inches makes it about 336 inches worth. About 35 on beer. Books not inches. I have owned many more and sold them. Books are like water: they go in, they go out. I have sold libraries. Right now I would guess I have 200 on hand in total but likely more but I am not counting.

Last book I bought: Para Handy, a book of 1930s Scottish newspaper columns set in a Clyde tramp steamer. My father has always referred to these columns as a font of knowledge for all occasions and taught me about characters like Lobby Dosser, the man who lived nowhere, taking naps in hotel lobbies where he could. Come to think of it, it was that or a amateur sort of publication called Winning Isn’t Everything bought also on eBay about the football team from my mother’s town, Largs Ayrshire.

Last book I read: On Reading the Constitution by Lawrence Tribe. An early ’90s analysis of how the US Supreme Court analyzes badly which makes me very happy to live in Canada where Supreme Court of Canada tests are seemingly written by folk of an overachieving librarian mindset, organized and clear, relied on and maybe wiggled but not made up on the spot under the guise of “tradition” and “values”. Interesting read but I fear I will have to read 20 more books to understand how the US Supreme Court might be using the tools time and law have given it. Relying on the founding fathers my arse. Have you met one person who you could rely on to keep or even understand what they meant as opposed to what is simply written? Add 240 years and an argumentative bunch of founders and you can imagine what that is worth.

Five books that mean a lot to me:

  • Under the Frog by Tobor Fischer, a Hungarian writer who in I think the late 80s wrote this book about a slacker bunch of industrial league basketball players who get caught up in the Hungarian uprising of 1956. The best book I have read in 15 years.
  • Wind in the Willows for the sheer mindless violence and the reference to best Burton, an almost extinct ale style all glossed over as a children’s book. Bought Christmastime circa 1988 in a line up at a children’s book store in Halifax. When the clerk said how nice it was to give books to children at the holidays, I pointed out that I had a rather nice single malt as well as a head cold and I was taking them both with the book to bed for the weekend, not packaging it up for some child. I am so glad I have changed into the little ray of sunshine I am today.
  • The Big Book of Brewing by Dave Line circa 1975 who gave me and many others a first understanding about the science behind a topic so as to understand the topic in a way that has given me so much joy.
  • The Yachtsman’s Weekend Book, by John Irving. A small 1930s encyclopedia in one volume of things you need to know on a boating weekend off Britian circa 1938: lines, silhouettes of other boats, how to get through Dutchcustoms, how to eat in a force 7 storm, what to drink and sing, the names of the stars. AND
  • Esso Power Players hardcover 1970-1971 sticker album. We worked hard to fill out that book. Most effort I ever put into one book. Kept us sane the one year we lived in Sydney Mines, Cape Breton.

Done: I tag Arthur in NS, Marian in Budapest, Alfons in Amsterdam, Blork in Montreal and Craig in PEI.

April In Portland

Isn’t there a movie where Maurice Chevalier sings about Maine’s industrial seaport?

Anyway, hitting the road for a week to eat marine life and boo the Yankees. So the mantraps have been set and the pride of lions released from their cages at our house. I have never taken more than a long weekend in the spring and certainly never gone south in the winter – being albino between the freckles it is a bit pointless – so I am looking forward to some version of that beach life even if a bit chillier. Beach.

Update: for my pal Michaelthis is a mantrap.

Update #2: [Some road notes that you probably do not need to care much about.] As sweet a six hour drives as you would want with little people to Holyoke MA and the Holiday Inn: 401 to I-81 to NYS Thruway to Mass Turnpike to I-91.   We were here before and I will pay for a little time passing since refurbishment as long as there is a good indoor pool. Ninety-nine bucks.   The Mohawk Valley is quite a something and around Little Falls there steep incline in the highway for six miles that makes me wonder about those poor saps that actually built the Erie Canal.  WRVO Oswego NPR is audible from Kingston to halfway between Utica and Albany – 350 km or so.  I bought some instant grits to bring home even though AA Gill described it as something like the throw-up of someone else’s child.   Also Friendly’s never disappoints and never surprises.  If you think sugar is a poison you probably should not go.  Not that there is much sugar but I’d have to put up listening to you bitch about everything else as I ate a few booths over.