The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause while the mark of the mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one. — J.D. Salinger
For some reason, this quote has been coming to my mind when I read about the rantings of the far right. And, to be clear, by “far right” in this case, I’m not talking about those who merely have policy differences with President Obama and the Democrats. I’m talking about the ones who seem to be constructing an alternate reality in response to his election: those who need to believe he was born in Kenya; those who need to believe that that he is proposing to create government mandated death panels.
And, I suppose the reason I think of that quote is because the deathers and birthers remind me of the Branch Davidians (and others with Apocalyptic religious views) and Timothy McVeigh – people who were willing, in some cases apparently eager, to die “nobly” based on delusional anti-government beliefs. And I think people get to this place because anger is a very seductive emotion. (That’s almost the whole point of the Star Wars series, right?) And “the government” is real, yet abstract, enough that it’s an entity upon which you can conveniently project all sorts of antipathy.
I remember, when I was a younger man, the sort of rush I got from arguing with a heated outrage about the evil of government action at Ruby Ridge and Waco. I had only a smattering of facts, but it didn’t matter. It was enjoyable to argue about how the government had brutally wronged citizens who had done no wrong. (And when it was pointed out that the citizens hadn’t, in fact, been on the straight and narrow, my tendency was to brush those facts away — that wasn’t, after all, the point of the exercise.) For me, my late teens/early twenties was when I seemed to be most primed for these kinds of beliefs. It was during this period I was introduced to the Salinger quote above. It made me surprisingly indignant; I suppose because it belittled as immature things that I supposed to be heroism — going out in a blaze of glory, and all of that. Oddly, I felt like something was being taken away from me even though I had no immediate plans in that direction. In retrospect, I was (as Krusty said of Sideshow Raheem) an angry, angry young man.
The peak of my own personal wingnuttery was probably when a buddy of mine showed me a news letter with poor production values talking about the tracking chips they put in pets and talking about how there was a plan afoot to put these in prisoners and soldiers and, eventually, in all citizens. I didn’t panic, but I can remember being open to the idea that something like this was maybe in the works. After that, I pulled back from the edge. The fires of late adolescence cooled, the Clinton impeachment was a severe enough jolt to my deeply held Constitutional views to make me reconsider my affinities, and the expanding Internet provided me with a greater ability to double check “facts.”
The combination of a tribal, “my team versus your team” mentality coupled with the endorphins and empowerment of anger coupled with half-known or half-understood facts and an indifference to the complete story can be powerful. The mind is a wonderful thing. Mainly, it just wants you to be happy, and it has a way of viewing reality through a filter that makes you happy — even if that happiness comes through being angry. So, you get birthers and deathers and Branch Davidians and, at the most extreme, a Timothy McVeigh or 9/11 jihadist. The maturing process involves increasing dominance of the mind over emotion. When the tendency is for one’s reality to be altered by emotion instead of the other way around, the train starts coming off the track.