Sunday, July 22, 2007

Tribes

I think Mr. Steyn, and all those justifiably outraged at the hostage situation in Iran, is missing a fundamental point. A couple of years ago, my cousin Michael, the distinguished columnist, wrote a piece on American citizens who are victims of Palestinian terrorism- tourists or olim or children of olim who get killed, injured, kidnapped, and so on- and the lack of outrage from the State Department and others.

A day or two after he wrote it, I ran into him at a family get-together and discussed the piece; we basically came to the same conclusion: People tend to see others in terms of group. Sure, you may be an American citizen on an innocent visit to Israel, and I may not harbor a shred of anti-Semitism and may, in fact, love Jews and Israel. (This would, of course, exclude the State Department.) But if I hear about someone named "Goldberg" getting injured in a terror attack in Israel, while I may be angered over the very issue and even feel something a bit deeper when it's an American, something deep in the back of my mind will say "Jew. Israel. Ah well. Moving along..." (Again, this excludes the beauties at the CIA or State Department who don't seem to care when their own people are murdered by Hamas.)

Same thing here. Unfortunately for the Iranian hostages, they are named "Haleh Esfandiari" and "Ali Shakeri" and so on, and are Iranians themselves. Oh, sure they're Americans, and, in fact, are members in good standing of the chattering classes. But their very background ensures that they don't resonate. (The same, for example, for Chinese born American citizens arrested and tortured over in China.) Even Canada, which has made multiculturalism a religion and reason for being as a state, couldn't muster up any sympathy for the late Zahra Kazemi. For all our talk, we're all tribalists deep down. (Yeah, take that, Noah Feldman, you pompous nebach case.)

Would it help if they were American-born WASPs? Maybe not. I mentioned American government employees already, and the British government certainly didn't get too excited over their sailors. But I'm pretty sure it's a factor.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Mazal Tov!

That's my new nephew! Ain't he a cutie? Looks just like his pops, if I can say that.

Oh, let's have some congestion pricing news. First, the Nurse is handing out more lollipops, this time in the form of new bus lines promised. (I'd prefer they just keep mine running.) Oddly, many are express buses, which seems to defeat the whole idea.

Next, we have a mailing with a pitiful picture of a little girl (of course: "The Children") using an asthma inhaler. We are also told that "Clinton [Bill, I assume], Gore, Governor Spitzer, and Mayor Bloomberg" all support it. Well, I assume that works on all the sheeple on the Upper West and East Sides, but certainly not for me.

Finally, the Nurse declares that he doesn't know if it will work, but it should be given a chance. Well, work or not, I can guarantee one thing: Once the fee is imposed, it will never go away. The government is like Ferengi that way.

Thursday, July 05, 2007

Happy Birthday!

No, not to the United States (although a heartfelt Happy Birthday to them too), but to the current, fifty-star US flag, which hit its 47th anniversary yesterday. Today, it turned 47 years and one day.

The big deal? Well, the longest the flag had gone without changing before today was 1912-1959, forty-seven years for the forty-eight star flag. And the current flag, the twenty-seventh, just beat that.

Me, I'm holding out for the fiftieth anniversary. See ya then!