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Published On: Nov 02, 2008 01:22 AM
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The Ascent of Obama
My Backwards Bush counter tells me that there
are seventy-eight days, fourteen minutes, and twenty-five seconds to go, before
Bush the Lessor stumbles away to his inglorious obscurity - while paradoxically,
and indelibly, entering history as the worst president ever. Hopefully, we are
about to enjoy his antithesis, as a young and bold black man embarks on his
presidential career.
There are times I recall when great shifts of
consciousness took place in my life. Like when I was able to shake off the fear
of nuclear anhilation, after existing in constant dread of it for years. I
would pick up a German hitch-hiker, and be assured that a haulocast was
inevitable. I'd see a newspaper poster, with the words 'THE DAY AFTER' in bold
headlines and instantly think of nuclear annihation; and I'd be right, because
the poster would be about a film of that name, on that very topic.
There was no compensation in knowing
that I wasn't alone in my paranoia, and the reality was that we were all
doomed. But just as the Bush nightmare
will soon fade from this troubled planet, so did my nuclear paranoia. For
myself, and I believe, for the world, such a major reality shift in is now
taking place, and it is epitimised in the shape and form of Barack Hussein
Obama.I can recall two seemingly minor
events which precipitated my change of counsciousness about the Mutually Assured
Destruction (MAD) craziness we cowered under. There was the day I attended a
quarterly Unitarian service in a little stone church, built in 1858 and
nestling amongst a tiny forest off a dirt road, with my wife and my infant
daughter, Emily. The Unitarians are the most liberal of worshippers, not
adhering to any fixed set of rules about what religious belief ought to be.
They acknowledge Jesus as a great man for example, but do not ascribe to the
Trinity or the virgin birth.We sat in
this tiny sheltered church, where whispering trees accompanied Bach, before the
preacher made his address. While acknowledging the turbulent and uneasy times we
lived in, he was able to open our minds with an alternative, positive slant on
our view of the world. He spoke of the Dark Ages, when wars, pestilence, and
ignorance prevailed throughout Europe, and of the birth of great musicians,
artists and thinkers during these darkest of times, and of how the Reformation
and the great movements of arts and science bloomed in consequence. It was a
healthy injection of the positive for all present, not least for the parents of
an infant daughter with the face and disposition of an angel.
Then I discovered the hundredth monkey
syndrome.The story of how a form of
consciousness swept through a colony of monkeys stunned me, and gave me hope
when logic insisted there was none. At the time (the late seventies) I was
devouring all the books and magazines I possibly could. I was involved in
politics and environmental activism, and flirted with alternative life-stye
theories. I struggled with the 'spiritualism versus political action' dilemma,
as a friend journeyed towards his goal of becoming a Bhuddist monk. Then I read
about the monkeys. These monkeys lived
on a scattering of islands, and were studied by evolutionary scientists. The
scientists would sometimes feed the monkeys rice, on the beaches. One day an
Einstienian female, instead of picking the rice from the sand, simply washed the
sand away in the ocean, while holding the grains in her hand. Within days, all
the monkeys on the island were doing the same thing, and suddenly, all of the
monkeys on all of the islands were washing their rice in the same manner. This
was a revelation for me. I could now believe that great numbers of people could
change their way of seeing the world, and that if enough did so, that the world
would change. Historians can debate the nuts and bolts of how and why the Cold
War ended, but I was satisfied that it was ultimately a change of consciousness
by a critical mass which brought about its demise, just as the critical mass of
fear and distrust brought it into
being.A generation of youngsters have
grown up with no idea of how near to armageddon we were for a period of more
than thirty years. It was an age when fleets of US bombers were constantly in
the air, flying towards designated targets in the USSR, and turning back when
the 'Fail-Safe' point was reached, as more planes took off to take their place;
all to ensure that the Russians were not able to 'win' WW3 with a surprise
attack, and making it clear that in the event of one country attacking first,
they also would be wiped out. Thus the MAD
acronym.Fleets of submarines with
multiple warheads roamed the oceans, each carrying enough weaponery to wipe
most countries from the earth, and inter-continental missiles were plentiful
enough to destroy the planet many times over. Cruise missiles installed
throughout Europe brought the possibility of accidental war closer than ever, as
the time between possible attack and retaliation shrunk, to a point at which
computers were programmed to determine whether either country was under attack,
and whether to counter-attack. Hence we almost all died when the Russians came
close to unleashing their arsenal when their computers mistook the moon rising
over the horizon for an oncoming missile. Then suddenly, inexplicably, the Cold
War ended. With it went the activism
and the urgency of the sixties youth, who had had plenty to fight for.
Unfortunately, eight years ago,
apathetic Americans elected an idiot for a president, and the largest mass
demonstrations the world had ever seen were contemptuously ignored as the
invasion of Iraq proceeded. Eight years of GWB seems to have been quite enough
to shake the world out of its apathy, and miraculously, it seems to have thrown
us the nearest thing to a savior we could possibly hope for.
When Barack Obama is elected President
on the 4th November, the world will welcome a young man who has achieved the
most extraordinary journey we are likely to observe in a life-time. It is
matched only perhaps by the career of Nelson Mandela, a man of similar
qualities. In Obama we have a man of eloquence, a man of intelligence, and a man
of vision. He is a gentleman, never resorting to the muck-throwing antics of his
opponents, and unceasingly concentrating on the issues, rather than the
personalities of his political enemies. He is quick witted and personable.
He is capable of matching the past
fictional Presidents we have loved so much as they played their roles in such
masterful dramas as 'The West Wing.' He is a figment of our imagination made
flesh, and he is sorely needed. When one contemplates the reality that he is a
Senator from the state of Illinois, from where the great emancipater Abraham
Lincoln emerged to serve the country, to preserve the union and to free the
slaves, the incredible symbolism of his rise is truly staggering. May Barack
Obama give us all we could dare to hope for, and may we give him all he could
dare to hope for from
us.
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- November 1, 2008 at 06:05 PM
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