Breakfast in a blue state
EMANUELE OTTOLENGHI, THE JERUSALEM POST Feb. 20, 2005
Weekends in New York can turn indigestible when politics dominate breakfast.
At an Upper West Side caf , my host greets me and my colleague, then orders a latte, the drink of choice for sophisticated young urban blue-state inhabitants. After an exchange of pleasantries, we both order the healthy choice.
Meet the Kerry-core: mid-30s, successful and glamorous, keeping in shape while meeting the demands of a successful professional life in the fast lane.
They keep up with the literary world on the metro and know which restaurant offers the newest version of California French-American fusion cuisine. No Hollywood movies for them: too commercial and superficial, the kind of culture that makes sophisticated Europeans loathe simpleton America for its shallowness. But they have seen the latest Broadway show and a Franco-Vietnamese film series playing in the nearby noncommercial movie theater.
My interlocutor is a thirtysomething TV journalist from a global network. With perfect nails, perfect hair and perfect command of her charm, she watches me eat my breakfast while her spoon hovers over her granola.
She could, no doubt, be a good professional contact. But my colleague spoils the moment by flagging my current affiliation (The American Enterprise Institute) and my sympathy for George W. Bush.
My colleague is a foreign correspondent for a European daily who eats eggs Benedict but thinks Michael Moore has "a lot to say": She is fine in New York. Me, I eat granola but cheer for Bush. It's worse than a crime; it's confusing to my host.
In her sophisticated understanding of the world, Ms. Latte thinks a PhD-holding, polyglot, granola-eating, urban-dwelling academic with spectacles from Europe (who, in addition, is Jewish) must be a liberal and must hate Bush. Anything different does not exist in her normative universe. It throws her off balance.
"You actually like Bush?" she says in disbelief. Here's a chance to exculpate myself. Instead, I gingerly respond, "I actually love Bush!"
With her lower lip trembling, my interlocutor goes for the jugular. "Bush is stupid. And whoever supports Bush is stupid." Which effectively makes this hopeful moment stillborn.
Not every breakfast must be with the like-minded, of course, but if all breakfasts were like this one, a swollen liver would be a distinct threat. Still, it offers useful anthropological insights on Democratic bitterness after the November defeat.
According to Ms. Latte, Bush is supported by duck-hunting, God-fearing rednecks who unreasonably hate foreigners and, religiously speaking, are still in the Middle Ages. Terrorism is a nuisance. Making it a top priority is a ruse to scare simpletons.
Why would I be on their side?
a) I am stupid.
b) I live in an ivory tower and am not aware of reality.
For help in revising my views, Ms. Latte advises that I drive down Route 66 and try to socialize with people I meet in rural post offices. I will inevitably discover their stupidity, their intolerance of foreigners and their religious fanaticism. And I will give up Bush.
Still, who your allies are is not always a good case for switching sides. After all, "campaigning" for Kerry were the MoveOn.Org crowd and Michael Moore. Toward the end, even Osama bin Laden advised Americans not to reelect Bush.
Ms. Latte feels comfortable in their company. I don't. I still prefer Christian fundamentalists to the Michael Moores, Gore Vidals and Noam Chomskys of the world. I might feel uncomfortable among duck hunters, but if they support this administration, let them shoot ducks. Foreign policy is what matters, not weekend hobbies or church prayers.
Ms. Latte decries Bush's failure to "promote dialogue and understanding" after 9/11: "War is not the answer!" she proclaims, explaining that Kerry, so much more sophisticated than those Midwest simpletons, paints the world in nuanced shades of gray, while Bush offers a black-and-white take on right and wrong. That's why he won: his supporters are as dumb as he is. They believe there is right and wrong in this world.
Which is why she lost her tranquillity in my presence. In her universe, someone like me is meant to be smart, not to support Bush.
These days a PhD is no guarantee of IQ. But unlike my sophisticated colleague, I know exactly how open to dialogue those who masterminded 9/11 are.
Bush did not start a war. He only chose not to surrender once that war started, because he could tell right from wrong. Ms Latte can't. She does not believe there's a truth out there. That's why her candidate lost.
Easier to call your opponents dumb for reelecting Bush than face the reasons Kerry lost. The November defeat becomes easier to digest.
Which I wish I could say that of my breakfast. Next visit to New York, I'll wear a Kerry-Edwards T-shirt, go see the latest Franco-Vietnamese production, and most of all, avoid conversation.
The writer teaches Israel Studies at Oxford and is a visiting scholar at the American Enterprise Institute. Adblock
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